Thema: Ust Unboi'en Wund L'olath

[Anonymous]

 Dx'zau'vrinn casually brushes by Sheiriya and lets his tongue almost lick her ear with his soft spoken whisper...."Anytime...." He says again, this time very slowly letting the word roll off of his tongue, dripping with certain conotations.

He then walks back over the elf-fiend and kicks it in the back of the head. "Let's move."

[Zanan]

 When Dx'au'vrinn smacks the elf-fiend, Nata'al takes not of her still open wound. She walks over and takes more closer look at it. Then she casts a minor healing spell on the wound, which instantly stops bleeding. She pores some water of the wound and the blood-stained clothes of the fey'ri and mumbles a few words loud enough for anyone: "Wouldnae want any blood-smelling beast following the trail of our new friend, would we?" With a wry smile towards the elf-fiend, she stands up and takes point spot again.

The Long Run is a quite place today and only as you reach the side-tunnel which takes you back to the island, a distant rumble can be heard. Something big and fast is approaching from the north ...

[Anonymous]

 Dx'zau'vrinn dangerously narrows smoldering ice-blue eyes at Natal as she heals the fiend's wounds.

His ears then perk up as he ears the approach of whatever's approaching from the north.

He quickly attempts to scramble of the cavern wall and hide in a nook or behind a stalagtite, positioning himself to ambush the creature.

He draws his newly found darts.

Szor sniffs the air to try to decipher what may be coming. He tries t discover if it's a familuar scent.

[Phaerven]

 Zhadristan quickly begins the incantations for a spell.
Once finished, he levitates up with his sabre drawn, looking for a spot that gives him some cover in the ceiling.
Quietly he waits, keeping an eye on the movements of the others.

[Zanan]

 After a while of waiting and listening, you hear a few cries and the sound, which first was only one rolling wave becomes more discernable: about twenty feet of large creatures moving fast and in two lines through the tunnel at fast pace, stumping on the ground almost simultaneously.

"TROLLS!" signals Nata'al ... and adds after a couple of moments: "WAR TROLLS! Let's get out of their way ... and fast!" She sinks back into the shadows of the side tunnel, not wanting to draw the attention of the hulking brutes.  

[Sheiriya]

 some time back (sorry I'm late):

"Really? Anytime? Oh, we'll see." she answeres Dx'zau'vrinn with an impish smile.

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back to the "troll-time":

Sheiriya walks over to the fey-ri, signes her to follow her and whisperes something in the elf-fiends lift ear. Then she gets into the side tunnel with not letting savas from her side. After a few moments she whisperes something again.

[Narzen]

 Narzen draws his hood over his head and takes a few quick steps, following Nata'al.

Signaling slowly to minimize his motions after setting himself against the wall, the man asks her, Have you fought those before at some point?

[Zanan]

 "Saw a few of them in the armies of the houses of Eryndlyn. Tough brutes and far more dangerous than the ordinary troll. Don't want to fight one of them, let alone a dozen!" she signals.  

[Anonymous]

 Dx'zau'vrinn remains hidden and S'zor does likewise.

[Zanan]

 About a dozen hulking but still uncomfortably agile trolls rush past your tunnel and you get the feeling that you managed to reach your passage at the right time. After a while, the sound of the running trolls disappears and is swallowed by the silence of Har'oloth. "It's better to move on," Nata'al signals to the other drow and starts backtracking towards the island

[Sheiriya]

 Sheiriya leaves her hiding place to follow Nata'al. She doesn't care if the fey'ri comes with her or not.

[Phaerven]

 Zhadristan descends from the ceiling and sheats his sabre.

He follows Nata'al's lead as soon as everyone is ready to move on.

[Narzen]

 Nodding in agreement, Narzen then walks to the fey'ri and motions her to keep walking.

[Anonymous]

 Dx'zau'vrinn descends from his perch and continues along, prodding the fey'ri to move along as well with a dangerous gleam in his frosty blue eyes.

[Zanan]

 You arrive at the lake with the island without further interruptions, no monsters or other creatures crossing your path. The corpse of the dead fiendish thing has been torn apart by some Underdark horror and the remains are being eating by a dozen small centipedes and the like. The group moves around the lake as they did on their previous visit ...