Game Posts

Hannibal grumbles, but the advice is wise. He was never one to take things at anything other than face value, even if it means accepting that he is in a wildly different situation than one that seemed like moments ago to him.

Still he grip his weapon tightly, ready to help his kin. Whilst they wait he'll whisper to Wuknit, "How'd you get roped into this?"

"Looks empty to me, I'll go check it out." Albiofer sneaks through the door, carefully moving down the hallway searching for any traps.

Ulfren follows out into the hallway, stopping just outside the door. He keeps an eye down the passageway while Albiofer inspects the area.

Frigga gets a little excited, as these drow have definitely cramped on her more calm demeanor. She is an old 327 years of age. She pads forward, doing her darndest to keep it stealthy. She also sniffs the air to smell if she notices anything.

"Let me have another look." Albiofer summons his spider and has it walk across the ceiling to the open area, looking to see exactly what the sounds and smells are coming from.

Ulfren waits patiently. "If you see any dwarves, know that they're not themselves. One of them we talked to actually liked working for the drow. And there ain't no elders, as it seems anyone over a certain age gets to see this queen of the drow and they don't come back. We let him get back to it, and figured we'd get better answers from the elves."

Albiofer relays what he sees to Ulfren. "So what do we do those dwarves? If their heads so full of sandstone that they're happy for the drow to rule em, they're going to be to much of a problem to deal with right now." Albiofer sends his spider to search the other side and to come back when if he sees any drow. "To that matter, what are we doing right now?"

"I say we leave 'em alone," Ulfren grunts. "If we ask 'em anything, it's where we can find the elves in charge."

It pains Hannibal to see his kinsman so brain-washed, but he holds it in. There is a mission at hand. "Ulfren, you don't think that they'd alert the elves to us if we pass them?"

Albiofer chuckles and rubs his hands together, "My head must be full of sand at the moment, if they are to turn us in, I can make myself look like one of them dark elves. T'won't last more'n an hour or so, and it won't hold up to scrutiny but if we need to get past them youn dwarves, it might do the trick."

Ulfren shrugs. "The last fellow we spoke to just wondered what we were doing roaming around, but honestly didn't seem to care. He might have figured we got a job from one of the elves. I think we can just walk right past."

Hannibal nods, ensuring his weapons are fastened. "Then lets continue."