Session 5: Trek to Ten-Towns

"Too old to be one of ours aye. Skeleton wrote a journal?" Helda asks as she picks something from her bag. "Maybe that explain why these are more important than his bloody knife" in her hand you see a dark-blue rhomboid and a pale green prism, similar to those drawn on the door.

"Don't worry lass, we be on our way to make sure everywhere is safe." she adds, pointing to the other dwarves who are now disappearing into another of the dark tunnels.

Godric quickly checks his hands seeing, sighing in relief as he sees his own ring in there. The he turns to Adaia, unable to hide the worry from his face. "You saw a ring outside? Where?" he turns very pale as he struggles to continue "Ca... cassan...dra disappeared... after, after... the avalanche. "

Nass looks at Agna, clearly afraid of the orc, and just mumbles that she is already helping with the puzzle. In fact, it's the dwarves who are doing most of the exploring and it doesn't look like they care much about what Agna is saying as they are already halfway gone into a different dark corner of the caves.

"I... I don't like the look of this... too much magic, I bet there's a trap somewhere here. We...we need to be careful." Godric answers Adaia's concerns. "How did the ring look like? Was it with a sapphire?" his eyes move away from Adaia as he staring into somewhere dark "If it is her, that... that would have been the family heirloom she kept from back home. I haven't seen her since the avalanche, she must have wandered off into the blizzard"

Godric look around the dark caves worryingly. He nods, agreeing that they probably should wait until whatever creature is out there gives up, tough it looks like he is more worried about himself than what might have happened to Cassandra. Decided to get the two missing stones, Adaia takes one of the narrow passageways to investigate the cave complex. As she carefully walks into the dark, the elf hears whispering and laughing. She stops to listen, but struggles to understand the words, it mostly sounding like some sort of meaningless imitation of sounds: "My. Precious. Give. Hide. Bad Visitor?"

As Adaia's voice echoes through the dark tunnel, the voices stop. Everything is silent for a moment until she hears a voice almost like hers echoing back, barely audible. "not bad stranger... Adaia". There is some sort of movement and then the muffled laugh restarts, followed by some sort of tussle sounds. "The eyes. Give. Mine. "

"Eek! the bad stranger. Back. Danger staff." The strange voices echo from the dark, clearly worried about Agna's challenge. "Eyes ours. No surrender. Eyes" the voices keep repeating, until Adaia manages to calm them, one of the creatures approaches: a tiny floating head with four eye stalks which twist and turns, observing everyone simultaneously "Eyes. ours. Yous have more eyes?"

"My name. Adaia. My name." as the creature childishly mocks the elf, another one comes out of the shadows, with a blue and red stone in it's mouth. "Visitor has rocks? Visitor has eyes for us?"