CH. 03 - Dragon Hatchery

[HorizonsDream]

"We shouldn't linger here, so let's show it what we promised and then get out of here," Eliana says.

[Zero Prime]

Caelin Valaerys, pariah of Takhisis
ARMOR CLASS: 16 | HIT POINTS: 24 | CURRENT: 5 | HIT DIE: 3d8 | CURRENT: None.
PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 15 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 17 | INSPIRATION: 0

Caelin walked beside Eliana, limped would be more accurate, blood staining his leather breeches where the guard drake had shredded his thigh. He nodded, faintly, "I'll live, though, in truth, I thought we were dead several times today." He looked at Henry and Zakkoth, shame writ on his face, "The old fool told me to run, more's the fool that listens I suppose." As Eliana suggests that they should lead the abomination to it's horrid reward, Caelin nodded, "Aye, let's put as much ground between ourselves and this place as soon as we can. We can't risk Mondath or Cyanwrath finding us again, we'll not survive, not a one of us."

[Matt4]

Chantilly Sweettooth

HP: 27/27 - AC: 17 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: No

Chantilly sighs a deep breath of relief seeing Zakkoth back on his feet.

"Okay then, follow me! It's this way!" - she says as she exits the room.

[Daos]

The roper ascends back up to the stalactites and follows the party into the next room from above, swinging from stalactite to stalactite like a monkey in the jungle.  They return to the dragon shrine area, with the empty and open chest, but Cyanwrath and his henchmen are no longer here, having apparently moved on elsewhere by now.

[HorizonsDream]

"They probably took our weapons with them," Eliana says softly as she follows after the group.

[Zero Prime]

Caelin Valaerys, pariah of Takhisis
ARMOR CLASS: 16 | HIT POINTS: 24 | CURRENT: 5 | HIT DIE: 3d8 | CURRENT: None.
PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 15 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 17 | INSPIRATION: 0

Caelin nodded at Eliana, "I was able to slip my dagger past them, but yes, we do need to escape, and quickly." He slipped forward to where Chantilly was leading the group, "Where do you plan on taking," he looked over his shoulder at the abomination clinging to the roof above their heads, "it? The barracks with the kobold corpses? The enclosure with the other drakes? We need to get out of here, as soon as possible, before we're discovered."

[Matt4]

Chantilly Sweettooth

HP: 27/27 - AC: 17 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: No

"Man, this room gives me the creeps with all those dragons staring at us." - Chantilly says as she strolls through the room. As she notices the empty chest she points at it and adds: "Funny story, that thing was full of treasures just left there all by its own! We can split it once we're out of here!" - she finishes as she casually juggles several precious stones before making them disappear in her pockets once again.

"Oh, don't worry!" - she says to Caelin when the young man approaches her. - "It's on our way to the exit, it's that room with the leather stripes curtain. That place is huuuge, cold and full of meat! I was fearing it would all have gone to waste but I think our friend here will make it justice!" - she concludes as she trots along the stairs to the upper floor.

[Bunny Commando]

Henry - HP: 7\28 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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Henry frowns at Benyt's words, but doesn't seem willing to go that route right now; he is still in bad shape and not that prone to banter with anyone. He walks, sure, but mostly limps behind the rest of the group and just chimes in when Chantilly revelas her plan "Let's hope the meat is still there. I mean, it seems they're just bringing everything of value with them."

[HorizonsDream]

"When did you take the stuff inside that chest?" Eliana asks Chantilly curiously as she continues to follow after the kender. Of course, she should know better than to ask a kender that question. They always found a way to get their hands on stuff that they usually shouldn't get their hands on. Knowing that Chantilly had the treasure made her feel more positive about being about to replace all that had been lost to them.

[Daos]

The party ascends the stairs back up to the kobold barracks, where they find the bodies have been tossed into a pile in the back and left to rot.  Further upstairs they reach the drake nursery, and from there, back toward the intersection of the nursery, fungi garden and the meat locker.  The roper follows them from above, still moving from stalactite to stalactite.

[Igordragonian]

06/15hp
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When Zakkoth wake up, with a cough.
"Is this Abyss?' He ask weakly.
"No.. the elf shouldn"t be in Abyss..."
His eyes widen with shock.
"I am alive?!"

He look at Henry.

"Thank you, el-...Henry"  He say with renewed respect.

He get up with a groan. "You couldnt predict how stupid the self rightouse elf is." He chuckle and hold his side.
"Where is my holy symbol?" He wondered and dragged himself with the group.

[Matt4]

Chantilly Sweettooth

HP: 27/27 - AC: 17 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: No

Chantilly ponders Eliana's question, then answers: "Hmm... I think it was when I was first scouting the room! Before the blue jerk arrived."

As for Henry's concerns, the half-kender reassures him: "If they plan on taking the meat with them, it will be the last thing they'll take. You want to keep it cold as much as possible before going on a journey. At least, that's what I would do!... But here!" - she says as she stands on top of the stairs that lead to the meat locker. - "It's behind that curtain, mr. Roper, but beware of the trap among the leather stripes! Although you seem strong enough to handle it."

[Daos]

"Meeeat," the roper says, and without a goodbye, it moves to the meat cooler entrance, using its tentacles to force the curtain aside and slipping inside.  Moments later, disgusting slurping and snarfing sounds can be heard from within.

[HorizonsDream]

"Let's go before it decides we are next," Eliana says to the others. Matter of fact, she takes the lead as she wants out of there as soon as possible.

[Zero Prime]

Caelin Valaerys, pariah of Takhisis
ARMOR CLASS: 16 | HIT POINTS: 24 | CURRENT: 5 | HIT DIE: 3d8 | CURRENT: None.
PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 15 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 17 | INSPIRATION: 0

Caelin, a little abashedly, walks up behind Zakkoth, "Scared us good, you old fool, thought you were gone." He offered his oldest friend a weak smile, "I took your idol, because if I was going to die too," a shrug which spoke to the fact he, did, feel they were all going to die. "I was going to shove it down her throat and make her choke on it." As he pressed the draconian's idol back into his thick, gnarled, palm, he closed his friend's fingers around it, and squeezed, saying, without words, that the angry boy was glad the old fool was still there to admonish him for his childish outbursts.

Their conversation interrupted by the nightmarish sounds of the abomination devouring the cultist's stores of meat, he looked, first to Zakkoth, and then to the group, and finally to Eliana's form stalking away, "Let's get out of here, if I'm going to die, I at least want to do it under an open sky," he held his dagger, blade parallel to his forearm, knuckles white as he moved, carefully, towards the entrance with the group.