Betcha mine is better than yours.Īt the sudden noise, Jenassa races ahead of me with her crossbow out, and I smile as a warm rush of adoration and gratitude fills me. Today you get a taste of your own venomous medicine. Spiders! Miserable multi-legged Oblivion spawn! Well, you don’t get to spit in my face today, you hairy bastards. Jenassa and I have just managed to move past the various traps without setting them off, when the walls start to echo with a frantic scuttling. And if we die in this desolate hole, at least we’ll die warm and dry. We can’t fight the sea-spray and the bitter wind outside, but if we have to, we can fight whoever lives in this cave. Unfortunately for us, it’s getting dark out there, and we need a sheltered place to sleep. Somebody here really doesn’t want visitors, and with the cave’s unique acoustics, the slightest rattle would be amplified a hundredfold. Torches, dangling bones, and tripwires - the decor in this place is pretty telling. As if it weren’t creepy enough down here. It’s cold comfort, however, as after a few paces it becomes abundantly clear that we definitely aren’t alone in this cave. At least the sand beneath our feet muffles our steps, allowing us to proceed almost noiselessly. Let’s hope that’s not a bad omen.Īlert, and aware that we’ve likely given away any element of surprise, we continue forward silently with our weapons drawn. There’s a distinctly Stygian vibe down here. I immediately stop talking and make a mental note to proceed silently in here, since the ongoing reverberation of even the slightest sound makes normal conversation next to impossible. Surprised by the intensity of the sound, I turn to say something to Jenassa, only to find that my hasty speech is echoing throughout the cavern. It’s a constant cascade of murmur, bubble, and splash, amplified by the rocky walls and startling in its volume. It’s an unsettling scene, and for a moment I seriously consider heading back outside and taking my chances on the cold stony beach.īut aside from the gloomy view, the first thing I notice is the noise of the water. Our path leads us along a wide sandy bank, but in the strange light, the substance beneath our feet appears less like sand and more like soot. A velvety green phosphorescence shimmers distantly from the walls around us, and a narrow skylight pierces the roof above an inky underground river. Once past the small entryway, the cave opens up dramatically. By unspoken agreement, we decide against lighting a torch until we have a better idea of what other creatures we might find inhabiting this place. It’s also pretty dark in here, but there’s just enough light for us to see. Beneath our feet, the stone floor slopes down toward a wider opening that seems to be leading into the main chamber. The cavern walls glisten with damp, but there’s no hint of lichen, seaweed, mushrooms, or any other substance that might lend a yielding texture to the implacable stone. Passing through the entrance of the sea-battered cave, we find ourselves in the rough equivalent of a small vestibule. Cyssane on Chapter 3: Honey in the Mead Hall.
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