Thema: "A simple escort," she said ...

[Romaal]

Tarinyon ghnases his teeth as he realizes that he didn't had much opportunities. He chooses that it might be better to obey and moves slowly to the yathrin, which was still standing in the room.

"My name is Trinyon Jiv'Undenor", he whispers. "Bolt as you can see, yathrin. My body belongs to your command and to your wishes. Yathrinen zhaunil alurl (The priestresses of Lolth know it best.)." Than he bows in front of her, playing the obeying drow male.

Maybe he didn't quite like the priestresses of Lolth, but he wasn't that dumb to believe, that a drow male would be able to afford refusing instruction of a higher standing drow, especially a female one.

[Narzen]

Gaess tilts her head, visibly taken aback by all the bravado, then her lips part to a smile as she mutters more to herself than to Kylara'anon even as she looks in the general direction of the yathrin, "Death by command given, the pain mine or that of my prey, I shan't fail."

Her toenails again clipping against the floor anxiously, she quietly adds, "Let me storm the enemy, Mistress, break them, their blood be my testament."

[Sheiriya]

Don't you think it would be more interesting if he is not. Sheririya asks Zhadristan mentally.
Before the group leaves the room, she addresses the leading yathrin. "The best way I could support you is as bolt."

[warlockco]

"As you wish." replies Xune.

[Phaerven]

For a short time, yes. I think she would dispose of him sooner than later, Zhadristan answers referring to Kylara'anon.

When Kylara'anon leaves Zhadristan follows her.

[Zanan]

Tavia leaves the room and the inn via a backdoor, no need to show the other gold-hungry folk how many mercenaries the yathrin has assambled. She leads you back into the temple district, bypassing about a dozen of shrines and temples of various sizes. You cross one wide promenade, lined with statues of drow females and spiders, leading up to what will most likely be the first House of Sschindylryn. Dozen upon dozen of drow line this street, though you do not spot that many members of other races hereabouts. Patrols of well armed warriors look on, some take note of your band, but do not act in any way. Soon after you enter the compound of another temple, its gates a finely crafted arrangement of obsidian spiders of various sizes. After handing a parchment to the guard, Tavia waves you on and you follow her into a building to the left of the actual temple. Another pair of guards stands watch over an adamantine gate, but Tavia's parchment does the trick once again. The gates opens to a stair that vanishes steeply into the grounds below the temple, no illumination whatsoever can be seen. You do note a number of arcane symbols lining the walls either side of the stairs though, some so powerful that even walking by them make you hairs stand up. The scout shoulders her equipment again and descents into the darkness unconcerned.

[Romaal]

Tarinyon follows the scout carefully. He had learned not to trust other Drow. He seems to be very interested by the symbols on the wall. Althoug they have nothing to do with death, Tarinyon thinks by himself.

[Mikayla]

"Well answered", responds Farviaan with a slightly respectful nod . "I just wanted to make sure that we understand each other. Just remember, the live-or-die-rule applies to commanders, too."

"Absolutely true."  Kylara'anon responds.  After Trinyon and Sheirya declare themselves she nods, "very well, you two shall be bolts on support.  Sheirya, your primary duty will be to support the front.  Trinyon, yours is to support the rear, namely, our trail guard scout.  Naturally, that is but a general plan; circumstances trump plans of course and I expect both of you to use your skill and judgment in determining where best to focus your efforts and how in the absence of commands from me."

Kylara then follows Tavia and Faviaan out, through the streets, into the next temple and down into darkness.

[warlockco]

Xune follows Tavia, observing the path taken, as every descends into the darkness, she says in Drow "It has been awhile since I have been this way, I wonder what changes have occurred over the years."

[Korach]

Despite its size, the little spider statue moves fast, and has no problem to keep up with the others.

[Draezen]

In response to Kylara'anon's question of assignment, Szordrin approaches her as the group travels.
His black leather gloved hands flash:
Tis your choice yathrin. By trade, I am an Kyorlin Velve (a siege assassin) who specializes in killing priestesses, but I can serve this party as either a scout, blade or both.
After signing, Szordrin's lips curve into a sly smile and he absently lifts the front of his jet black spidersilk shirt to slowly run his right hand over the steel-hard muscles of his well defined abes.
Oddly, as his hand moves over his stomach, a leg of the blood red and dark purple spider "tattoo" moves from his stomach to his back as if it were trying to avoid his touch.

[Zanan]

The stairs wind down deep below the temple, stale air - damp and cold - greets your noses. You bypass a number of skeletons, apparently creatures coming from below which fatally met one of the glyphs on the walls. You reach the bottom of the stairs after about 15 minutes: a rather unspectacular circular room with few features and no exits. As you enter a dozen darkfire torches lit up and illuminate the whole place. More skeletons lie scattered about, a number of statues line the walls, half of which have partly crumbled. The centre of the room is marked with three stone pillars, reaching up into the dark like large spikes. Each features arcane runes and inscriptions, hardly readible by ... or rather intelligble to any of you. Tavia draws out another parchement and studies it for a few moments. Finally she moves closer to the farthest pillar, careful not to step inside the circle which they create. She speaks a few harsh syllables and watches on as the parchemnt in her hands crumbles to dust. With a 'woosh' sound a small vortex of invisible force races from one pillar to the next, creating some sort of translocation field - you assume - in the middle of the circle.
"Well," Tavia says, "Let's see what lies beyond, shall we not?" She draws a longuish adamantine dagger and steps into the circle, vanishing half an instant later.

[warlockco]

Xune draws her rapier, holding it in a guard position, and follows Tavia through.

[Fabius Maximus]

Farviaan followed the scout through the city and through the tunnel, all the while keeping a watchfull eye on the surroundings. When he sees Tavia activating the doorway, he frowns, then says with much sarcasm in his voice: "Oh, great. I do so love stepping through portals." With a sigh, he draws his weapon that looks like someone attached a scythe blade molded out of blueish glass to a sword hilt and enters the circle.

[Romaal]

All the way down, Tarinyon was fascinated by the skeletons on the ground. Now he sees his chance.

"Shall I awake them, yathrin? I think the undead creatures would make up excellent allies if there should be a fight."

Tarinyon prefered speaking Drow tongue, because he didn't want to hear the lesser folk of other races in the party, what he said.