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[Dehoffren]

It was with much relief that Arty accepted the crone’s illumination, he had managed to trip, stumble and nearly fall in his eagerness to catch up with the natives, but Arty was no one's fool. He knew that he was a huge target and he was currently lit up like a Christmas tree, he figured or should that be hoped, that perhaps the natives might not have cottoned on to the fact that they had worked out the power of fragment and so he began to concentrate, drawing a picture in his mind a picture of a complete void so that when the natives looked backwards they saw nothing more than darkness. “Try to be quiet lads” he instructed with a whisper “I’m trying to play them at their own game”

Edited by Dehoffren, 15 November 2008 - 02:21 PM.

[quizzical]

Quarion cursed inwardly as the torch spoiled his dark vision.

"Arturo although brave and smart, you are neither the quickest nor the best fighter among us. There would be advantages to letting those with long range weapons, such as myself, go ahead. If you carry the torch and the mask piece, that will leave whoever is in front of you free to fight and you free to concentrate on the illusions..." he suggested gently

[Ghost]

"Besides, 'Pointy-Ears' can see in the dark, can't he...she... it?" Eldrid said with grin from Scurvy. "Let the Elf lead the way; it'll see them before they see us."

[quizzical]

Quarion looked at Eldrid and raised one arched eye brow.
"I can see in the DARK. With the light from the torch I can't see that much farther than a human." The words were unobjectionable but the tone was as if Quarion were talking to a young child, and a rather dim one at that.

[Ghost]

Not very happy with the chiding tone, Eldrid growled: "Clearly the ears are only for show, since ye hear worse than most folks; I just said ye can see in the dark, didn't I? And I said ye ought lead the way, as in walking ahead of us. No mention of ye carrying the torch; if ye did, they'd see ye bright as day."

Assuming a tone much like the Elf's child-adressing one, he summed up: "So... ye walk ahead of us where it's darker than back here where the torch is, and then ye use those fancy dark-seeing eyes of yers to see the baddies real quick-and-sneaky-like. Just like you suggested. And I was backing up. Before ye got yers breeches in a bunch. And then, ye kill them. Or they kill ye... in which case we kill them after. Is that alright? Or do ye want to repeat what I just said in an even more condecending tone, before we get going?"

Edited by Ghost, 15 November 2008 - 07:52 PM.

[Dehoffren]

“Lads” implored Arty "Will you please keep the noise down, this is not the stealthy approach I was hoping for. Quarion you can certainly go ahead if you wish and I’ll try to keep perpetuating the illusion that there is nothing following the natives" Arty slowed his already lumbering pace and began boring holes with his eyes into the fragment, filling his mind with emptiness and darkness.

Edited by Dehoffren, 15 November 2008 - 07:56 PM.

[quizzical]

"With a light source within 50 feet, it is not dark ENOUGH for dark vision*. After what happened to you when you unwisely rushed ahead, I have no plans to do the same. I will go ahead, though as I do not wish to shoot Arturo by accident." Quarion was clearly amused.

"Arturo, do you think it possible to dispell any illusions they set for us while still maintaining your own illusion of darkness? We'll find out shortly I imagine." With that, Quarion took the lead, arrow knocked. He set a substantially faster pace than previosly to stay at least 25 feet ahead of the rest...



OOC:
* or at least that's what I remember from my PHB which I can't find at the moment...

[Ghost]

"My apologies; when I lay down that plan, I didn't calculate with yer cowardice," Eldrid hissed, then threw up his arms as if to say 'I am done arguing'. "If ye don't intend to move ahead and make use of the darkness as yer shield, there's little point in ye leading the way alone. Or rather, there's little point in me being stuck behind the big fellow with the target on him - sorry, I meant 'with the torch' - when the fighting begins."

With that, Eldrid squeezed past Arturo, and brandished Brutal Jack, as a threat to any unseen turtlemen.

"Come on, let's kill these bastards, and get it done with."

[currymaniac]

As Quarion moved ten feet in front of Arturo for her the light seemed to suddenly go out and her advantage of darkvision came back, it seemed that Arturo's illusion was certainly working well. As Eldrid crossed the ten foot mark he also felt the same loss of light.

OOC

Haven't moved on just yet in case Ghost wishes to reconsider going up front because of the loss of light if he strays to far ahead of Arty

[Ghost]

Eldrid stepped back and forth through the magic 'wall' a couple of times: "Well... there's one for the books. That's just plain eerie, right there. And... does that mean that there's actually light, but we can't see it because if what hocuspocus yer doing with that chip? Well.. no need to think too much on that, I suppose. I'll just stay behind the 'wall' or whatever it is, and if need be, I'll come out and cleave some heads... Provided ye want to go up ahead alone, now that the big fellow seems to have gotten his head well and truly arond this 'majic'-business, of course."

[Dehoffren]

“Be careful Quarion” murmured Arty as the elf ventured forward, still trying to keep his train of thought focused on darkness “This little article may be very handy if there are forthcoming hostilities. Just imagine the advantage we would gain if I could conjure a massive fireball, or large rolling boulder or even a plethora of snakes. Of course their chief had the abilities to see through those shams so perhaps I shouldn’t get too carried away.”

[quizzical]

"Skip the snakes" suggest Quarion quietly with a shiver as he passes Arty to take the point position, bow at the ready. He moves on ahead, somewhat faster that Arty had been going previously...

[currymaniac]

And so once again the group set off after the natives, the tunnel that they were in winding around in what would look like a spiral to those above. Every now and then the slope of the tunnel would change to become slightly steeper and then level off again gradually, this happening more and more frequently as they went on. The drumming was soft, almost as if whoever was drumming was trying to pretend that they weren't. Eventually the tunnel stopped and widened out.......

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