Eberron: Towers and Tunnels

Continuing in the depths of Sharn...

As told by Atreus Foreststrider:

Having opened the door we ventured deeper into the ruins of Sharn. Thankfully Alaine was able to light the way with the use of magic, leaving us able to see any immediate threats. Eventually we arrived in a large cavern which was filled with the ruins of old buildings. I do not know much of the old architecture of Sharn, but the buildings were impressive, reminding me of visits years ago to the old Dwarven undrground cities in the mountains near to the Elden Reaches. We were not allowed to gaze for long, however, as Lago Glusely was soon set upon by large beetles scurring out of the darkness. Again, Alaine assisted us by dispatching most of them with a blast of cold. Finally the bureaucrat was proving useful… I was beginning to think that only Yaguara and I could deal with any attackers.

Searching the cavern and dispatching some rats on route, we found a large building which we entered via a hole in the roof. Unfortunately two large iron defenders were present, still active from eons ago, but they were quickly dispatched by myself and Yaguara with some assistance from Lago Glusely. Alaine was once again staring at the ceiling, or whatever he did during combat situations. In any regard, once the iron defenders were dead the others searched the room while I set about making a hearty broth to warm the party. One of my best it turns out, but I did not let on that luck had more to do with that than anything else.

Alaine then did what he does best and spouted about some ancients laws and cultures.. something I had no time for, but tried to pay attention. To cut a long story short, he found a vault and we found the artifact we were sent to find and we headed back to the surface. Unfortunatley, on exiting the building we were ambushed by a Warforge. “They do seem popular in Sharn”, I thought to myself. Thankfully, I was on guard and managed to draw my axe in time to cut a bolt out of the air which I am sure would have been a killing shot if I had not been paying attention. I coundn’t help but chuckle and smile as I then cut down a rather surprised Warforge. Thankfully was also there to help out.

It appears that our adventure was not over yet, however. Our return was rudely interupted by a band of Orcs, sent by Draz I think, but we made light work of them. In fact, I rather enjoyed ending their miserable lives.

Finally we returned to Elaydren d’Vown and handed her the artifact in exchange for payment. She seemed pleased and we all welcomed some gold to help us over the next few months.


An alternative take on events

Sometimes, all it takes is one man.

That man in this case being, of course, your good friend Lago Glusely.

Hearing on the downlow that a friend of mine was wandering around the bowels of the city and had stirred up the Daask into mounting an ambush, I decided to do the right thing and headed straight down there to get the silly innocent out. On catching up with Atrius and his scholarly companion Alaine, however, I learned that they had some potentially lucrative, if mildly hazardous, business down there, and since they’d got separated from their more heavily-armed companions in looting, I graciously offered his help (for a fair cut of the loot).

The three of us, and Atrius’ four-pawed death-cat Yaguara, proceeded further down into the abandoned ruins below Sharn. Lago, being the most expert in covert matters, led the way. Some minor foes were easily despatched (a wave of giant beetles being frozen solid by Alaine’s polar ray, and a brace of giant rats proving easy hunting for Lago, Atrius and Yaguara, even if they barely made a decent snack for the latter) as we circled the ruins before knowledgeable Alaine was able to identify the building we sought.

Examining the solid stone structure, and its (incongruously valuable) adamantine doors, I found the lock to have long rusted shut and to prove impervious to even the most patient effort, and had to seek out an alternative way in. As luck would have it, however, the years had not been so kind to the structures roof, where rocks from above had previously broken a hole through the melded stone slabs of the building’s ceiling. After a quick glance inside, I dropped my rope down and climbed into the dark interior.

While looking to see if the interior offered any hint of an alternative access for my less nimble companions, however, I found I had drawn the attention of the place’s ancient guardians – a pair of steel automata shaped in the fashion of two feral hounds. Before they could strike, however, I made my exit; using the very head of one hound as a platform, I leapt high into the air towards my trusty rope and swung well clear of the ground before climbing up to make my exit. Attempting to bring down the dogs by shooting from the roof proved fruitless as they slunk away behind cover, so I decided I’d have to see if my companions could offer any assistance.

I therefore hauled them up onto the roof, apprised them of the situation, and presented a brief plan of a strike from above which they (mostly) accepted. Yaguara and Atrius leapt into the chamber, and the mechadogs emerged from hiding only to be swiftly despatched with axes, jaws, and the arrows of our safely-positioned hero. Looting the building provided much compensation for our troubles, and I swiftly figured out how to access a hidden chamber which revealed the item my companions sought.

After the party had climbed out of the building and down again, laden with loot, a crossbow was heard to sing in the shadows; Atrius seemed to swing his axe at the threat, and by some fluke, it connected with the bolt in its flight. He and his pet strode into combat, although the warforge seemed quite able to hold his own against them both and it took a finely targeted arrow to the head to bring him down before things got ugly. I duly took the construct’s fine blade as my prize.

On the journey home, a small horde of thugs from our friends in Daask also attempted an ambush. I rapidly spun a cover story; and while they were trying to get their heads around it, we seized the initiative and took them down fast and hard.

A month of revelry and entertainment followed, as you may well remember, at some point in which I seem to have picked up some new-fangled weapon of war called a “fire-lance”. I’m still not entirely clear on the details of its use, but it doesn’t seem too complicated – apparently it’s best to just light the fuse, point it in the right direction, and hope. The salesman seemed a little nervous, but if nothing else, it could be worth a good laugh.

dorward vallance_simon

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