Quinlan peers ahead into the darkness "The light might alert cave residents of our approach. Perhaps I should scout ahead?", he suggests.

"Go for it."

Quinlan nods and draws his rapier. He then carefully slips away into the darkness.

OOC: Unless he spots trouble Quinlan will move until he finds an intersection, or until he is about 100 feet ahead, at which point he will return to fetch the others.

PM

Quinlan reappears out of the dark, a faint smile on his face.
"The passage opens up ahead, it looks like a well house, or what used to be one. About 30 by 30 feet. I spotted a kobold heading down a side passage, I guess they might be the ones causing the poisoning."
"I suggest we head down there and I'll let you inspect the water. I'll cover the other entrance in case the kobolds come back."

Vella nods, and follows the scout back to this well house.  "Lets' see if this is the source of the problem then."  She mutters rhetorically, as she investigates the room.

Quinlan takes up a position where he can cover the entrance to the room from the side passage, pulling out a few arrows from his quiver and notching one of them against (?) his bowstring. He listens intently for any noise coming out from down the passage.

OOC: in case it is needed, the diceroll:

15:25, Today: Quinlan Fairfellow rolled 12 using 1d20+4. Listen.

He follows Vella into the wellhouse. In his mind there was little chance that finding the source of the poison would be so easy. There was more to it. If kobolds were behind this then there was likely to be a more devious mind behind the kobolds.

As you enter the small room now with light, you can see that there are three seperate underground streams that run into the pool that takes up most of this room. The pool itsself is deep, and its surface in the light looks a bit slick. All around the pool are obvious prints, it looks like who or whatever has been here makes frequent trips. On closer inspection, the tracks lead unerringly to and from the only other exit in the room.

"Do you have the means to see if the water is contaminated or not? It would be useful to know wether the streams leading to the pool are poisoned as well" Quinlan asks the two clerics as he takes a defensive position covering the entrance to the room.

Vella nods, and squats near the pool, looking along the channels of each of the three inlets for the slick-looking film covering the pool.  "Yes.  I have magics that may help, but first, lets look for more mundane signs."

"I agree with you Vella.  We need to conserve our magic for when it is needed. We are only three and woe be us if we encounter a small army."

He moves towards the mouth of the tunnel that has the footprints and as he does he lifts his forefinger to his lips and says "Shhhh". He then presses his ears to the wall an listens. If someone is near, he might hear them.

 As Vella inspects the water sources, Rayorr listens intently to see if he hears anything out of the ordinary.

"Notice that filmy slick surface?  It's on the water coming from the west."  The cleric notes, and stands to face the western stream.  "Manifestus veneno!"  She commanded, casting her hand over the flowing waters and concentrating on the divine energies flowing about her.

"Hmmmm." he says in response to Vella. "I don't hear anyone up ahead but this tunnel here turns west," he says as he examines the north tunnel.

"The Kobold ran up this way when I first in here." Quinlan interjects, curiously awaiting the result of the spell.

Vellas spell completes it formation, and small robbons spreading throughout the water pool seem to dance on the surface, following the slight currents, then run together near the one stream exiting the wellhouse. the highest concentration though seems to just be coming out of the western crack in the wall.

Quinlan raises an eyebrow at the manifestation of the spell, his eyes wandering between the western crack in the wall and the tunnel ahead of him.
Rayorr, you said the tunnel ahead turns west? Looks like that is the direction to take. Quinlan adds with a slight smile.

"I agree. Vella, are we unanimous?"

Vella nods, then turns to Raynorr.  "May Lathander guide and strengthen you in the comming conclict, and protect you from harm."  "Cunctatus veneno"  She pronounced firmly, and laid a hand on the man's shoulder.  Turning to the Drow, she repeated "Cunctatus veneno", while placing her hand on his shoulder.  Finally "Cunctatus veneno", she intoned the spell one last time, placing Lathander's cloaking power over herself.

OOC:
Delay poison on all

Quinlan closes his eyes briefly at the touch of the priest. "I thankfully accept Lathander's blessing." He murmurs quietly.

"Shall I take the lead?" Quinlan offers, clearly confident that his skills will offset his lack of solid armor.

(OOC: I guess we need to come up with a marching order?)

Marching order please, the corridor is only five fet wide.

"I'll follow you," the priest said to Quilan, thus establishing a marching order. Before the started to move forward he readied himself by starting to pray. When there was any sign of trouble, be it light or sound, he we would be prepared to immediatly call for Lathandar's divine favor

Vella takes the rear guard, mace ready for trouble.
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