Chapter 5 - Wave Echo Cave

Before the bugbear realizes what's happened, Kerisha once again pulls the impaled javelin from the creature's body and thrusts it deep into its back. It groans in pain and falls to its knees but, despite the dire situation, continues to crawl towards his sleeping companion.

"Wake.... up...."

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With a song in his heart, and a weapon in his hand, Karma brings his hammer around, but only manages to skim it off his clone's armor. Evil Karma responds with a heavy fist right to cleric's jaw - hard enough to sting a bit, but not hard enough to stop the singing.

Gerbo doesn't get a direct answer to his query, but when he sees one of the dwarves swing a hammer while assaulting everyones ears with a rendition of an old favorite from the traveling Bards troupe The Aarakocras, the rogue has no doubt in his mind which of the two is Karma.

Gerbo's bolt zips through the air, missing the "Drow" completely, and nearly striking Karma in the ribs.

The singing momentarily stops.

Watching as both Kerisha and Gerbo somehow miss the slowly crawling bugbear, Belanor quickly lobs a firey bolt in its direction, striking the pathetic creature right in the ass. Without a sound it stops and rolls to his side.

Karma's hammer strikes the used-to-be-drow square in the side of the ribs, but the attack has little effect and fake-Karma starts to smile.

"Is that all..." he starts, before a crossbow bolt rips through his face. With just the slightest whimper, fake-Karma falls to the ground, and the creature's body slowly morphs into a grey skinned, featureless figure.

With the immediate threats neutralized, you look about the room and notice that Macska is no where to be found.

Karma finds some wet, dusty cat prints on the floor, just on the other side (north) of the stream. They lead off towards a set of stairs (1).

The sleeping bugbear rustles just a bit as Gerbo secures its limbs and covers its head, but doesn't even come close to waking up.

While Belanor may have never seen a Doppelgänger before, at least that he knows of, he is well aware of what they are. This one, unfortunately, has nothing of interest on him.

You follow the tracks up a small set of stairs and to the left you find Macska, sitting and staring straight ahead into a large room.

"The Drow you seek is ahead; along with four arachnid companions hiding among the pillars." he says, keeping his raspy cat voice just about a whisper.

"I believe he is aware of your presence."

The Drow