Thema: Ust Unboi'en Wund L'olath

[Dx'zau'vrinn]

 Dx'zau'vrinn body visibly quivers as he forcefully exhales when the undead thing falls dead, again. He smiles weakly at Zhadristan's words and walks over to the undead being. He observes it's still form for a short lived moment and stomps his boot onto the things head, hopefully crushing it to fine dust beneath his booted heel.

He then engages in a thorough search of the blasted tower and the undead thing's corpse.

[Narzen]

 Narzen keeps an eye on the cavvekan, should the hound become unsettled by any more unnatural foes in the vicinity.

As Zhadristan approaches, he shrugs and signals, Prepare for the worst, and no surprise is unwelcome. Then, he loads another bolt to his crossbow.

[Zanan]

 Dx'au'vrinn immediately spots a few interesting things on the undead halberd bearer, who, despite his ghostly appearance is made of solid material. Solid until the scout's boot crushes its head. The creature has an amulet around his neck, a couple of rings on his hands and the halberd doesn't look as if it has been touched by time or undead grasps either. The ghostlike lady hasn't left anything at the spot where she "died", so the drow moves into the shadows of the tower.
This building formerly had three levels, but only half of its walls stand now and the ceilings have come down to the ground floor. Loads of debris is strewn across the floor, both inside and outside of the building. The unnatural chill seems to have left the tower when the spectre died, so the drow can search the ruin without anymore trouble. In the meantime, Nata'al comes over to the island too, peering into the shadows of the tower and then casting a spell, looking around too.
Dx'au'vrinn recognises the traces of plundering orc-fiends and not much of interest appears to be remaining in the rubble. Then he spots some sort of expansive silk looking out from under a ruined cupboard and retrieves a fine cloak with a number of scrolls tucked into its pockets.

TBC
 

[Zanan]

 At the same spot, a ring is being drawn out with the cloak, sporting a dozen tiny, demonic faces. Nata'al bows down and unties a small belt from the undead. It doesn't look very impressive but must somehow attracted the drow's interest. As Dx'au'vrinn moves onwards, he comes across a massive, but now broken cupboard, which must have fallen down from one of the higher levels of the tower. Covered by debris and dust, the previous "visitors" have apparently overlooked it. It takes some effort by the male to remove the stones on top of the board's doors, but he is rewarded by some nice treasure in form of pouches of gems, gold, silver and what looks like material components for various spells. A handful of scrolls is stuck in a metal case and a small book covered in arcane runes.
"So ye were right about the treasure ... and lucky that someone else was foolish enough to touch this thing before ye," Nata'al says from the entrance, pointing at a pile of dust and bones right beneath Dx'au'vrinn's feet. She scans the room again and murmurs "No magic left in here, it seems ... and by the looks of it, ye need some rest to enjoy what ye have found."

Zai'Dizzen's head looks around Nata'al's shoulder and he also takes a look into the ruined place.

[Dx'zau'vrinn]

 Dx'za'vrinn takes all the treasure he finds and tucks it away, mentally debating or whether or not he should share any ot it with the his coward traveling companions.

He then swims back to shore and looks for a secluded spot to examine his treasure and take a long rest, with S'zor guarding him while he sleeps.

[Zanan]

 The group rests some caves nearer to the portal which will bring them "home" and nothing or no-one shows up to disturb you. Zai'Dizzen examines the belt Nata'al found during his watch and proclaims afterwards that it bestow strength to the wearer. Vezellek returns the reigns of the prisoner back to Dx'au'vrinn as he makes his way back to the camp. The fey'ri appears to be quite calm and resigned to her captivity. Nata'al takes up point again and leads you back to the cave where you battled the drider-kobold. The corpse of the latter has been half-eaten by some un-named Underdark horror, but apart from half a dozen large centipedes and other vermin, no creature can be seen or heard. The scout moves on towards the other side of the cavern and then casts a spell which makes her fingers become sticky. Then she makes her way up the wall, to access the tunnel which will lead you to the ruined duergar city. After a while, a silken rope drops down near the group and Nata'al's head and fingers can be seen looking down. "Everything's fine here," she signals.

[Narzen]

 Narzen pulls another length of rope from his bag and ties a loop around the neck of the prisoner. "I am sure you would rather get up there on your own than have us drag you", he says to the fey'ri quietly. "If you can not fly, I will untie your hands for you to climb."

I will go last when the prisoner has been secured above, he signals the others, and wraps the end of the fey'ri's leash around his arm.

[Phaerven]

 Zhadristan climbs the wall.

[Dx'zau'vrinn]

  You will not untie her hands so that she can cast a spell Narzen.
Dx'zau'vrinn grabs the fey'ri and drags it near the rope.

"Everyone up first except me and Narzen. I will tie the rope end after ya'll have went up to the fey'ri and Zha will then pull her up. He will then drop back down the rope for Narzen and I to climb up."

 

[Zanan]

  ... "and I may watch her while using my spell too." Nata'al says, arriving at the place of that little debate, nimbly walking along the near vertical wall. "Hope she will fetch a fair price in Skullport!"

All said and done, you manage to get the fey'ri up the wall and into the tunnel without much problem. The travel goes on for a few hours and only some dropping water and your breaths disturb the silence of Har'oloth. Finally, Nata'al leads you out into the fast cavern which marks the entrance hall to the ruined duergar city.

[Zanan]

 The remains of your battle with the orogs can still be seen, though you have the feeling that a few of the corpses are missing. As you make your way through the debris, empty hallways and dark corridors, the feeling that someone is watching you becomes omnipresent.  

[Zanan]

 After another few silent minutes, you reach the large hallway which leads to the chamber which you exited when you arrived from Skullport. Nata'al signals to the group to stop. "This is the location we were ordered to return to after our little trip. I'd assume that our ..." The feeling of being watched suddenly vanishes and with a bright flash, someone appears through a magical portal. "You assume that I will make sure that you return home," a melodic and female voice says, "is it that which you were about to say?"

After the sudden brightness clears, you see the female drow standing some fourty feet in front of you.

[Narzen]

 "We would appreciate that", Narzen replies with his eyes narrowed even after the effects of the flash have disappeared. Nodding slowly to the woman, while none too discreetly placing a hand on the hilt of his rapier, he continues, "Malla jabbress."

[Zanan]

 Naedrylaen shows a wry smile and cocks her head a little. "I see that you carry a bit of loot as well as a ... 'battle-captive', it seems? Am I right to expect that you found what you have been looking for?" She ignores the hand on the hilt while waiting for the answer.

[Narzen]

 "What you had requested has been recovered, malla jabbress", Narzen replies blankly. "As per the terms of our contract."