When people think of the Underdark, they think of aberrations. Creatures the human mind could never imagine without actually seeing them...so unnatural in their design that their sight makes the average human feel ill, so evil that they would stop at nothing to extinguish all other life forms. These are the Illithid, the Beholders, the Aboleths.
But even these products of the dreams of madmen cannot possibly inspire the fear that Drow can. How can you hide from a people who use the most powerful of magicks to pierce all illusions? How can you fight a race that trains it's young their entire centuries-long lives in the most deadly arts of combat and battle-magic? How can you reason with a species that revels with demons and would torture you for days just for a modicum of entertainment? No. All you can do is run, run in fear and terror, praying they don't take you alive, from the true terrors of the Underdark.

The Drow.

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You each awake from your beds soon after the lighting of Narbondel to find a note addressed to you on your bedside table. How it got there is perturbing but upon reading the note you are simply told to "report for duty".

Knowing what you have to do you each get up and prepare yourselves. Tardiness would not be appreciated.

Mezreth stands to his full height and stretches in mistress Feryl's bedroom lavishly. Mezreth had slepted little to none but his kind need little to none sleep anyways. Mezreth quirks his eye brow when Feryl picks up the note.

"Mistress Feryl, what that note is? What it does read."

Hearing Mezreth, Feryl awakens to see the note. She reads it and then shares it's content with her faithful servant and guard, Mezreth. Once she is prepared she will say, "Come. It would not be good for us to be late to this meeting."

Kaxxar sits up in his bed and finds the note with disgust. How did I not notice anyone come in! Kaxxar thought to himself. In truth he knew that if the guild wanted the note there with out him noticing it wouldn’t be too hard considering the resources it has. The assassin got up form bed and checked all of his possessions to make sure they were all were he had left them the night before. Once he was satisfied that everything was in place he put on his black explorers clothing with purple trim. Kaxxar grabbed the belt with the equipment needed to complete almost any task he had been trained to perform and headed out into the hall and down in the direction to the room he thought would most likely be the location of the meeting. hopefully I am not already late.

Mezreth nods and replies; "Yes mistress Feryl." Mezreth places his potion belt into order and simply grabs and covers his body whit large sized piwawfi cloak. Of course the cloak does not conceal his size, but it conceals Mezreth's head and if the cloak is kept closed it also covers whole middle body and shoulders. Mezreth follows Feryl and keeps close to her while his alert eyes and ears observe their surroundings while they move to the meeting.

Even though she feels safe with Mezreth along, Feryl keeps her sense open to being watched...She makes her way to the assigned meeting place.

Drez awakens and rolls nimbly out of bed. When he notices the notices the note he will take it up, read it and then get ready. He will strap on his weapons and then move to the required meeting place.

Onde finishes her morning meditations and exercises in the early morning hours within the city.  As her consciousness awakes and becomes more alert to her surrounds returning to her room she notices the note left on her bed.

Opening and reading the letter she smirks.  So it begins...so be it.  She gathers her equipment and proceeds to the meeting site...

Each Drow who recieved the letter meets at the predetermined spot. One of numerous small caves of the mantle in the east side of Menzoberranzan. It is well camouflaged and only those with the keenest of senses, magic or those who already knew where it was could possibly find it. Then there was the problem of getting in. A wardstone, stolen from the Dwarves of Ammarindar was the only thing that would allow a person to walk through the illusuary barrier. To anyone else, it was just solid rock. Even those that could see through the magic with their own spells wouldn't be able to get through the barrier without a wardstone...or an ancient Dwarven craftsmen forced into servitude. This was entirely possible though and this is why the two stony-faced guards awaited anyone who passed through the barrier met you on the other side with vicious weapons poised to strike at any moment.

After walking through the ward and seeing the two guards on the other side within the cave Onde calmly stands before them.  She nods in them and says, "Be at peace, my friends.  I do have an invitation."  She holds the letter she received in her hand for the guards to see.
"Let me pass." with some steel in her voice.

[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W:
Onde will briefly examine the magical ward to make sure her escape route is available should she need one; out of the cavern niche.

18:22, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 21 using 1d20+9. Sense Motive check.
18:21, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 24 using 1d20+18. Know(Arcana).
18:21, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 30 using 1d20+20. Spellcraft check.
18:20, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 26 using 1d20+18. Diplomacy check.
18:20, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 21 using 1d20+11. Spot check.

If she has had dealings with her handler in past she will appear as herself; assuming her handler already knows her real identity and facial characteristics.

Otherwise she will use her hat of disguise to hide her appearance and appear as someone else; perhaps someone from the market place or a minor house.

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As she reaches the spot where she must go through the wall. Feryl sends Mezreth first...in case it is a trap and he needs to kill the assailants. But she will follow close behind ready to aid him.

Drez walks up to the ensorcelled entryway and pauses. he steels himself for anything and calm once more he steps through the seemingly solid rock. On encountering the two guards he nods to them and takes out his note. Here he says simply.

Kaxxar moved stealth fully through the passages that lead him to his destination. Upon reaching the cave he walked through the seemingly solid wall. Once inside he reached into his left sleeve and pulled out the summons that had been left in his room that morning. Any thing else? the assassin said with a wink and walked right passed the two.

The guards, still stony-faced, even in the presence of the Draegloth nod at the messages and allow you to pass. The cave has been made to resemble a Drow noble house, though it lacks most of the comfortable and extravagant furnishings one might usually find in such a place.

The cave is split into 3 floors with a staircase made of stone slabs jutting out of the wall leading to each one. Your appointment is on the top floor with one of the guild masters. He is assigned to the lowlier missions the guild is employed to undertake.

Mezreth moves in front of Feryl Baenre, guarding her from any frontal assault until they have passed trough the gates. After that Mezreth settles besides her, but in position and ready to protect her or assault any attackers coming into the range of his battle claws. Mezreth eyes supiciously the other drow gathered in the hall, but Mezreth does not growl or eye maliciously like most other draegloth do, he is rather wary sorts instead hostile.

[Private to Feryl Baenre: Also note thanks to DM he asked me remove Highborn Drow feat because he thinked I do not qualify because I am 'half-drow' so I repalced the feat whit some uselfull combat feat.]

As Feryl crosses into the cave the first thing she notices is that the furniture is of very low quality to what she is used to. "This must be a poor house or guild that seeks our assistance." She says as she continues in with a single look at the guards.

[Private to Mezreth: My work out to our advatange in the long run.  :)]

Not everyone can be born into power. Kaxxar mumbles as he passes Mezreth and Feryl on his way to the guild master. He then climbs up the stairs to the third floor. Upon reaching the room where the meeting will be held Kaxxar takes of his backpack and lays it on the floor. The assassin then leans up against the door frame and waits for everyone else.

Drez walks into the cavern and up the stairs to the meeting room without stopping to say anything to anyone.

Onde passes by the guards after showing her invitation and walks up the stairwell to the third floor for the meeting.  She takes note of the quality of the furnishings, but is not bothered by it.

She waits with Kaxxar, Feryl, and Mezreth for the other to arrive for the meeting.

Feryl looks around and wonder why the meeting has not started. For the appointed time has passed, "When will this meeting be convened?"

"Impatience is not a virtue I admire, mistress Baenre." says a voice whose body it belongs to comes from around a curtain that conceals a dais at the rear of the room.

A sleek Drow male carefully closes the curtain behind him. He clasps his hands in front of him and smiles at the group. I'm glad you arrived this promptly, as there is a time limit on this mission. A Svirfnebli slave with some VERY sensitive information has somehow managed to escape. We suspect he had help so we're sending the five of you just in case. You are to eliminate this Gnome and any of his allies before he reaches the relative safety of Blingdenstone but as far as we know he hasn't left Menzoberranzan yet." he pauses for a second, taking stock of you all.

Feryl head fills with questions she knows must be answered in order to find this gnome...but she waits quetly for the mere man to continue. He was able to get a message to her so this mission must be important.

Mezreth lupine alike long ears perked up and he taked on attention of the slim drow male. Mezreth searched trough his memory a description of a face or mannerism fitting to this drow while he remained alert of his surroundings and was prpeared hear more details.

[Private to GM: Can I roll or can I even bother to roll Knowlegde: Local to reconize this drow? I asume he is not Jarlaxe :P.]

-PL-
[Private to Mezreth: Of course you can. Go for it if you want.]

PM
[Private to GM: Duh, not good roll :P.

03:54, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 11 using 1d20+6. Knowlegde:Local (Menzo).]

Drez says nothing trying to get an impression of this drow. Has he seen him before? If so who is he and what is his place in the hierarchy of the guild. While all this is going through his head he is also observing his companion filing away everything for later.

The male gives the group a look that showed he was slightly annoyed.
"He was last seen by a kobold slave, who claimed under torture that he had seen him near Donigarten. The Matron Mothers don't want the populace to know that the city's food supply is under threat so they hired us to take care of the problem."
[Private to Mezreth: You have no idea who the male is.]
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Mezreth asks; "What is the gnome and possible allies alike? They all look to same short ugly and bad tasting to me."
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The assassin moves to the nearest open seat moves and repositions his rapiers so he can sit down. How are we supposed to recognize the gnome and do you have any idea what kind of allies he could have inside the city? I would also like to leave as soon as we have all our questions answered. I would hate to give the gnome even more of a head start. Kaxxar puts his feet up on the table in front of him and adds. I enjoy killing gnomes as much as the next but what kind of payment should I be expecting?

Feryl will look down her nose at this male while Mezreth, it seems with Kaxxar's help, will get all they need to know out of him.

The male looks bored.
"The Gnome in question is said to wear a bracelet of stone on his left wrist. He doesn't have any other identifying features. We don't know what kind of allies he has but I personally don't expect you'll meet more than other slaves. The matron in question has agreed to pay you 1000 pieces of gold each if you deliver the Gnome's head to her. Is that enough information for you to leave me alone?"

Feryl tries not to roll her eyes at the impertinence of the male drow.

Mezreth grumbles a reply; "It is enough for me, I just rip the hand off and deliver it along whit bracer as proof our deed then." Mezreth turns to Feryl, to see haves she have anything to say or when she wishes to leave and go to the hunt. Mezreth is actually exchited to go hunt again, he likes track down his prey before he release himself into blood frenzy upon his prey.

Seeing Mezreth look, Feryl says, "If there is nothing else...then we shall be on our way."

"The head is what the Matron wants. She has a way to find out if the head is his or not."
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Well if there is nothing else... Shall we go? Drez wants to get on his way. The thought of a little fun making his blood race. He hoped the beast wouldn't kill the slave too quickly. That would be a waste of good sport.

The male nods slightly and reenters the curtain, prompting you to leave.

Feryl turns and leaves knowing that Mezreth would have noticed her movements as soon as she started to move. She walks through the wall...

_{Well, I hope we have a tracker in this party} Drez mutters to himself as he decends the stairs. He follows Feryl and her bodyguard through the illusory wall.

Mezreth's sharp hearing hears the muttering and replies; "I know how to track, I have lived many months in Underdark wilderness by hunting. As you may know already Drez. Deep gnomes may be very elusive prey to find, but they most do leave tracks and if there is more than one slave running away, that easier for me.....I just need find tracks what to track."

OOC: Anyone who had worked any period whit Feryl and Mezreth know that Mezreth is a tracker (plainly said he haves Trakc feat and Survival as class skill).

Once outside Feryl will say, "OK Mezreth. Lets get the head we need."

Mezreth nods to his mistress while he follows and guards her rear and her flanks whit his stance and moving his massive bulk quietly as he could. He murmured to her, which was partially loud growl and also whisper, well, a whisper which would pass for his size anyway; "Let's start from the food supply area, from direction where the slave pens would be. I also try recall any routes leading into Underdark near the food storage, whcih the gnome would use escape slave hunting parties."

[Private to GM: First local roll for any routes what Mezreth knows. Also I am not certain do you ask search to fidn tracks or just survival, but I rolled both and I HOPE you allow the survival roll to find the correct tracks :P.

01:32, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 30 using 1d20+11. Survival.
01:31, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 11 using 1d20+8. Search.
01:31, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 10 using 1d20+6. Knowlegde:Local (Menzo).]

"Very good. Lets go." Feryl says as she heads off in the requested direction.

Kaxxar follows the group out of the room grabbing his back pack on the way. Lead the way mistress he says with a slight bow. The assassin the pulls out a small vial and bolt for a hand cross bow and applies the substance. Mezreth I hope you like to eat your gnomes while they are still breathing but, I would like to find out what sensitive information the gnome knows. The assassin loads his hand cross bow with the poisoned dart and stays near the front of the group.

Mezreth grunts a reply; "It is not our business to know what the 'sensitive information' is. Of course if you do not plan blackmail our employer whit it or exploit it profitably so that you are not found out to know the information. I swear that male drow is familiar somewhere, but I could not recall exactly where. But do not worry assassin, I let you play whit the gnome first before I eat it and save the head for the matron mother."

"We will do the job. But other then the head...nothing else we learn is to go to that male." Feryl states as she holds her Holy Symbol of Lolth without realizing it.

Drez looks at Feryl nervously as she fingers her holy symbol, wouldn't dream of it misstress.

Then off to the pens to start this search." And she continues walking. A spider seems to crawl up out of the hood of her cloak and be on watch. Looking at what is behind her...

Onde listens to the exchange in the room with thoughtful reflection.  She then waves the others the way they came in.  "After you..."

Drez follows the Baenre Priestess.

The party moves towards Donigarten, walking the width of Menzoberranzan to get there. Eventually, you come across the moss bed and mushroom field that indicates you have reached your destination, behind them, you see the lake that shares it's name with the area and in the distance, the isle of Rothe.

Mezreth sneezes loudly and grumbles; "I hate stink of rothe! Altough they taste good but they sure do stink!" Mezreth goes towards the Donigarten massive mushrooms and starts look around any odd tracks lefted by non-drows and any non-medium sized beings. Of course starting the search from the side which is towards the slaves quarters.

Feryl watches as Mezreth tracks. She will follow once he starts to move off...

Kaxxar removes his twin rapiers from there sheaths. Let the hunt begin. The drow whispered to gain the groups attention before using the drow hand language. I’ll take to the shadows on your flank and have a look around. If you find any trace of the gnome I wont be to far away. With that Kaxxar moves carefully to the groups left flank and begins looking for any signs while doing his best to keep his presence unknown to any strangers.

Onde will start searching towards the right flank for any clues.

[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W:

13:01, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 19 using 1d20+5. search check.
13:00, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 11 using 1d20+6. spot check.
]

Drez falls back and covers the back trail once they move out.


[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: 09:33, Today: Secret Roll: Drez Ori'kano rolled 39 using 1d20+19. move silently.
09:32, Today: Secret Roll: Drez Ori'kano rolled 23 using 1d20+19. hide

]

"Lets see where this gnome has gotten too," Feryl comments as she follows Mezreth. She also keeps her eyes out for any spiders in as she travels.

Mezreth starts sniff around, trying get scent it seems while he stares down on ground and mushrooms any signs of passing......

[Private to GM: I had already rolled for Survival earlier, got 30.]

Mezreth leads on, Drez covering the rear. There are plenty of slave tracks in the area as they are the ones who tend to do most of the harvesting, etc around here. As such, it is difficult to find anything out of the ordinary. Luckily, Mezreth is  an extremely adept tracker and finds a set of Halfling or possibly Gnome tracks heading towards the pole-boat dock where only the Orc shepherd-slaves were supposed to go.

When Feryl sees the way Mezerth looks she says "Lets see what the orcs have to say for themselves."

Mezreth grumbles to his mistress (which is eguilevant for whisper for draegloth); "Small feeted tracks, either halfling or gnomes heading palce where only orcs should be working...grrr, suspicious. Had slaves got assistance for getting a boat I wonder? That makes tracking them down a challenge....." After saying that Mezreth leads and keeps the tracks so long what is possible to him on sight while keeping eye on the orc salves. Menancingly snarling any orc coming too near or going against on their route.

"Let us investigate. I want no orc slavers left alive here that would help slaves." Feryl says.

The Orc waiting at the dock carries a pole for propelling his ship across the lake to the Isle of Rothe. He looks miserable and leans heavily against his pole. He seems to notice you approach but does not raise his eyes to look at you.

Mezreth walks close to the humble looking orc dock slave calmly....and unwarned he suddenly graps onto orc's throat by one his figthing hands and lifts whole orc into mid air by his one hand! Mezreth pulls orc close to his feral/demonic face, so orc had no choice than look into Mezreth's burning eyes and he growls his question in Undercommon; "Have you seen anything odd recently, or has anything odd happened in the past tenday?"

[Private to GM: I asume I get surprise round to grapple the orc. Anycase I have not counted my size bonuses whit my grapple nor intimidate check. In both cases give +4 size bonus. Altough I SWEAR draegloths should have racial bonus to intimidate check but it seems Mezret have been behaved too well :P. Anycase Sense Motive is for detect lies (but it seems Mezreth haves good insticts).

15:14, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 20 using 1d20+1. Sense Motive.
15:12, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 7 using 1d20+4. Intimidate.
15:12, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 24 using 1d20+13. Grapple check.
15:11, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 15 using 1d20+13. Melee touch.]

Feryl walks out onto the dock as if nothing has happened...

As the rest handle the orc on the dock Onde remains alert to immediate surrounds to see if there is anyone paying attention to the team's actions.

[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: Onde will be using her hat of disguise to appear as someone else.]

The orc opens his mouth wide to reveal that he lacks a tongue to respond with. He seems genuinely frightened though.

"He may have no tongue...but he has two eyes and two ears...so he knows what we ask. So nod yes or no and answer his questions." Feryl commands.

Mezreth shakes the poor orc violently to make his point and his shortness of his patience clear and he said; "Well, nod or shake your head to my questions. Have you seen anything odd happen recently or seen odd folk around?"

The Orc nods his head vigorously and makes an exaggerated look toward the Isle of Rothe. He looks about ready to soil his britches.

Drez smiles at the orc's dilema and continues watching the backtrail.

Mezreth grumbles his next series of questions; "If you saw odd people, raise so many fingers that how many you saw. Was there gnome among the odd group and where they were heading?"

The Orc holds up a hand and slowly counts, using his fingers. He gets worried when he seems to run out of fingers to count with and cowers as best he can with him being held up in the air by a claw.

Mezreth shakes again and demands a answer; "Well, was there gnome whit the odd group or not? Shake or nod will do and where the group was going, just point it out for me. I have played whit tought how it sounds or looks when mute orc screams in agony and my lack of imagination is not enough create the picture. So answer my question or you shall be my test subject!"

He nods vigorously and points again at the Isle of Rothe. This time, he does soil himself.

Mezreth smiles cruelly to the orc and says; "Thank you for cooperation, *sniff* Ergh! I toughted take your leg as a snack, but I do not eat soiled food! Go take a bath!" Mezreth pulls his fight claw backwards and then whit his full power of his steelwire hard muscles and his full swing of his large body Mezreth tosses the orc into the water so far as he could toss him! After seeing how far orc flied Mezreth said to his mistress Feryl; "We should go to the islands and see can we find further tracks there. I wonder why escaping slave would go there for? There are no ways escape trough there." While Mezreth said this he goes take place in the raft and takes position to use the raft pole, and thanks to his multiple limbs he uses two of them.

[Private to GM: 21:10, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 19 using 1d20+7. Strenght. For tossing a orc.]

The orc has been ferrying people from the shore to the isle of Rothe for many years. He has a very good idea of what dangers lurk in those dark waters. As such he tries to swim as fast as he can, but without making too many splashes so as not to alert it's denizens. He has almost made it back to the shallows of the lake when suddenly he is dragged underneath the water. You watch with slight amusement as the bubbles coming back to the surface become less and less frequent, until finally they stop.

A lone Drow walks angrily over to your group.
"Explain yourselves! That Orc was the property of Matron Mother Mez'Barris Armgo!"

Drez tries to remain hidden and come up on the lone drow unnoticed. If he was already seen he will walk over but say nothing, leaving one of the females to do the talkning.

Mezreth turned and faced the lone drow, he made a warning growl when drow started come too close....for his own good at least. But Mezreth decided leave this challenge to the females in the group. Altough Mezreth could think suitable reply but he wanted the females get their chance show their fangs to the poor male who decided wrong day become aggresive defender of property. Whit a cruel snarling smile Mezreth waited........

"That Orc aided and abetted in the escape of slaves. Many of them, all wanted and obviously slaves on the run. Are you responsible for him?" Feryl ask not impressed with the name he threw around, though she is aware of the family. "Perhaps turning your head for some favors." She figures if this mere male dares address her in such a manner with the house insignia she wears, he is an idiot or a criminal.

OOC: Sex of drow are important when we interact..I assumed male for now.  Also, some of us females may have the feat to dominate male drow so that also will come into play....

"The drow puffs out his chest. I am cheif assistant to the slavemaster of Donigarten, 12th daughter of Matron Mother Mez'Barris Armgo and I would know who-" His voice cuts off as his eyes settle on Feryl's chest and realizes that he is talking to a Baenre preistess.
"Yes...that's right. I am but a lowly assisstant to the mistress. I administer beatings to lazy slaves that she doesn't deem worthy of her attention, nothing more."

You cannot tell whether he is lying or whether his first statement was just bluster.

OOC: Roll for Sense Motive if you wish to determine which it is.

Mezreth would snicker for drow male's very clumsy defence speech while his keen insticts tries determine truth form many layers of lies or deceits what drows like to cover themselves......

[Private to GM: 02:51, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 19 using 1d20+1. Sense Motive. ]

Sense Motive: 19

"You dare to use such a tone to a Priestss of Lolth! And not just one favored by Lolth but the first daughter from the House Baenre and therefore of the Matron Mother of Menzoberranzan, Yvonnel Baenre." Feryl says in outrage. "And you! Not only of the Second House, Barrison Del'Armgo's, but 12th daughter. I know how your house got the high ranking. If you cannot be of help I see of no reason for me to accept the insult." Feryl signal Mezreth to take protective position but not to kill the drow yet.

OOC: I woud assume my sister and Mezreth at least will know this House  is the Chief Rival of my House.

Unless they have not done the Magical defense yet, then they are way down on the list......DM?
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Mezreth is taking defensive and partial offensive stance, after all, his most best defence towards his mistress is to attakc fast and hard onto foe but he is able also to jump cover her if someone plans aim or fire ranged attacks or spells at her (any physicall approahc results into a quick ugly dead in his claws thanks his claws can reach easily into front of Feryl).

"But...Triel is the first daughter and, while I am sure you are mighty and quite...obviously more mighty than even my mistresses mistresses you are not Triel, not even one of the 15 other Baenre preistesses I have heard of."
He calls out to the the Del'Armgo who, it seems is already on her way, brandishing a mace.[Private to Feryl Baenre; Mezreth: Neither of you can quite tell whether he is lying or not.]
"Alak! What in the Demonweb is going on here?! Who are these people?! What have you done?! And why is that fool of an Orc not at his post while his boat is still docked?! I'll have you flayed alive for this!"

"Mistress! Um, This priestess of house Baenre is inquiring about some slaves. Her...Draegloth threw the Orc to his doom in the lake."

The woman's attractive face is marred by a scowl as soon as she hears the name 'Baenre'. She folds her arms but seems ready to spring into action with that mace at the drop of a pin.

"What is it you want with the slaves? And be quick about it, I'm a busy woman." she demands.
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Mezreth remained in his cautious stance, like a prowling cat to ready to go pounce according how he flexed his muscles while remaining still. He could have talked to the male but now it is solely upon Feryl and Onde's shoulders deal or decide how this encounter goes. Mezreth knows the matter is not fussed because of loss of a slave, any house whit any wealth haves hundreds of orcs and they breed fast.

The matter is more of fishing a information whit predix clearly Mezreth's opinion but also direct assault draws more attentin than needed for doing their task. So it is up to Feryl or Onde how they explain their actions and their words weight more than Mezreth's.

As the encounter unfolds before her Onde remains in the Well, that was stupid.  We don't need to this kind of attention and how did I miss him in the shadows.  "We are all busy people, Del'Armgo, which is why it would be unfornuate to waste each others time.  Would you not agree?  Like this negotiation....

Onde continues to make eye contact with the Del'Armgo priestess in charge; giving everyone a moment to cool down a bit.  "If what this orc says is true then you seem to have a serious problem on your hands.  I would assume that you have not be negligent in your duties, priestess?  Onde raises he eyebrow at the question preposed..."If word were to  get out that slaves could escape from our city so easily and with help it would give them hope, something to live for, and maybe even incite a revolt against Loth and the drow.  Is that something you want, priestess?  Who are the overseers of these docks?

11:24, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 11 using 1d20+6. spot check.
11:24, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 15 using 1d20+4. sense motive check.
11:23, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 6 using 1d20+3. intimidate check.
11:23, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 7 using 1d20+6. Listen check.
11:22, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 30 using 1d20+13. Diplomacy check.

"Alak oversees the docks and that Orc your Draegloth just sent to his death knew these waters better than any other! He was a valuable slave and I expect house Baenre to compensate house Del'Armgo.
As for these escaped slaves, that would be Alak's jurisdiction wouldn't it?"

She turns on Alak. "Now, tell the nice priestesses what you have seen and if you lie to me you little sneak, I shall leave you to the care of the Draegloth here" she says, indicating Mezreth.

"Well, um, yesterday I noticed a few Svirfnebli skulking about the mushroom field off in the distance...they were gone as soon as I went to investigate. When I came back Freg...um, the Orc was stepping off his boat back onto the shore. I questioned him about it and he...err...conveyed that he was hungry and went to catch an eel. I beat him for deserting his post and that was that."

"So it seems the orc was right. All the slaves have escaped with his help." Feryl says. "And either with Alak's help....or incomptence. If we can retrive the missing pack, perhaps I will not mention this.Other wise you may owe us for all the slaves that Alak and his orc helped escape."

Mezreth licked his canine lips and added after Feryl had speaked; "Hmmm, what for Baenre should compensate for a treacherous slave which may be reason for loss of alot profit? He deserved the death what he faced on the lake which he had crossed many times, I am sure you would have thinked soemthing more creative or even funnier punishment but result being same none the less. I am sure your slave trainers do egual, or better, job whit next orc slave destined row these waters. But time being you could use a suitable replacement until qualified orc has been trained...." Mezreth makes a somewhat suggestive glance towards Alak whit his red eyes.

[Private to GM: 21:17, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 11 using 1d20+1. Diplomacy.

Just in case if it is needed to make suggestion sound appealing to the Del'Armgo female.]

"We have several Orcs who row these waters, the one you killed was the just the most knowledgeable. As for Alak, he is still Drow and it is not right for him to do the work of slaves. I'll probably execute him the next time I become bored." she smiles a wide grin at him "If you need to get to the isle, each craft can hold four and we have 3 crafts available. I, for one absolve myself of this whole affair. Good day." She walks away from the group.

Well, That went well Drez thought to himself. We should go. The slaves already have a lead.

"Yes. I am done here myself. I have more important matters to look after..." With that and ignoring the drow...Feryl turns and moves to step onto a craft in order to continue there pursuit of the slaves.

"Let's be about it then."  Onde calmly watches the rest of the people for treachery and follows Feryl into the boat.

Since each boat carries four and Drez figures tha Mezreth will be going into the boat with the preistesses he goes to another boat.

Mezreth figures he counts as at least two or even three drows in weight and frame wise, so he goes same boat where Feryl is and then observes does raft hold any further weight.

Mezreth's large size means that he actually takes up a whole raft by himself.

OOC: Each drow takes up one of four squares due to their medium size. Mezreth is large size so takes up all 4 squares.

Mezreth notices he is far too big to one raft whit anyone else, so he takes over a one raft for himself and starts use the poles himself also so he can hurry get the other shore.

OOC: Once you're all on a raft I'd like all of you to roll spot checks please.

Spot Check: 20
Feryl thinks, we should have killed them.

PM
[Private to GM: 04:01, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 9 using 1d20+6. Spot.]

Drez enters a boat and takes a look into the gloom.

[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: 07:38, Today: Drez Ori'kano rolled 27 using 1d20+10. spot. ]

As they get underway Onde scans the water for any threats....
[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W:

09:08, Today: Onde Baenre rolled 10 using 1d20+6. spot check.

]

Roughly half way across the lake (still 150' to the isle). The shapes of individual Rothe and Orcs can be discerned more easily. The party scours the isle for anything odd.

[Private to Drez Ori'kano: You think, for a split second you saw something rougly the size of a child among the herd. It probably saw the party approaching if it was indeed a Gnome.]

Drez looks across the lake and thinks he sees some movement. As he tries to make out what he saw. He thinks he notices a child like figure ducking out of sight into the herd of Rothe. He tries to get the attention of his companions and his hands flicker.

There was movement and a figure that could have been a gnome hid themself among the beasts. Maybe they saw us coming

Eventually the rafts arrive at the shore of the island. As you saw from a distance Rothe are everywhere, interspersed with Orc shepherds that herd the beasts to where the grazing is best.

OOC: Note that Mezreth was not in same boat where Drez was, so he did not hear his comment.

Mezreth jumps off his raft and comes to the others and to his mistress, he asks; "Any ideas where to start our search? I do not like the smell of rothe iblith no more than you do, so good ideas get us out from this accursed island more faster."
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Once they reach to the shore and Drez disembarks from the boat. He then repeats his comment using the Drow Sign language. He also suggests to Mezreth that he looks for tracks in the area where Drez thought he may have seen the gnome. After he imparts this information he will look for some cover and take to the shadows once again attempting to hide from prying eyes.

07:17, Today: Drez Ori'kano rolled 32 using 1d20+19. move silently.
07:16, Today: Drez Ori'kano rolled 38 using 1d20+19. hide.
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Mezreth goes investigate the area where Drez had spotted the gnome alike being and tries find tracks......

[Private to GM: Rolls, not ethat I accidentally typed 'search' when I meanted survival. My search is +8 mod, survival +9 but I have +11 because synergy bonus from search when finding tracks and follow them.

17:52, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 21 using 1d20+11. Search.]

Feryl steps on shore and follows twenty feet behind Mezreth while keeping an eye out for trouble or the missing gnome.

Onde steps out of the boat and begins scanning the area and the reaction of the orc shepards to their presence on the island.

It is not that uncommon for Drow to set foot on the Ilse of Rothe. Besides the expected deference the orcs don't treat you any differently than you might expect.

Mezreth finds tracks heading towards the western shore of the isle. They are indeed the size of a small humanoid's and although some are covered by pats Mezreth can follow the trail.

Mezreth signs (whit his inner small arm) others to follow him (he does it openly because he is sure that none of the orcs nor slaves know drow sign language) and tells he is able follow the trails and signals them cover his flanks and rear while he focus on tracking.

Feryl follows Mezreth keeping alert.

Still keeping to the shadows, Drez moves up to Mezreth's left flank and keeps his eyes peeled.

Mezreth leads the group along the path of tracks. Moving through the Rothe, you come upon a group of 5 Gnomes. They are on a raft and must have pushed off from the island mere seconds ago.

Feryl just calls out to the Gnomes, "You want to come back to shore and answer my questions truthfully."
[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W:
Using Still Spell feat I cast "Suggestion" and the suggestion is above, for the gnome controlling/poleing the raft (-2 vs save I assume) :)  ]

Drez draws his swords and tries to remain hidden while he gets a little closwer to the gnomes.

20:22, Today: Drez Ori'kano rolled 35 using 1d20+19. move silently.
20:22, Today: Drez Ori'kano rolled 22 using 1d20+19. hide.

Mezreth growls and he runs towards the shore whit full speed, just when he was about to dive into the water, he jumped towards to the raft, trying to reach the raft by massive jump!

[Private to GM: I run towards the shore and jump towards the raft, trying reach whit my jump (not cunting any bonuses from running start). But incase if my jump would fall too short, I use my alchemical tooth to use gaseous form potion and start fly towards the raft in form of a mist. If Mezreth reaches the raft (either jumping or coming above it as mist form and drop himself when he wills the potion effect to stop), he pushes over (via bull rush) any gnomes overboard expect the one whit the 'bracelet of stone on his left wrist'.

I asumed I needed do four rolls because I forcefully coem into the same spcae whit the gnomes but if I needed generall strenght check to see how many gnomes fly over, take the 18 result then (I counted my size bonus in the rolls).

15:47, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 24 using 1d20+7. Jump check.
15:52, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 27 using 1d20+15. Bull rush check vs gnomes.
15:52, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 25 using 1d20+15. Bull rush check vs gnomes.
15:52, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 25 using 1d20+15. Bull rush check vs gnomes.
15:52, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 18 using 1d20+15. Bull rush check vs gnomes.]

Alarmingly, Feryl's spell has no effect on the pilot of the raft. He simply shakes off the magic and continues pushing away. The Gnomes look worried however, when they see the huge form of Mezreth leap over the water towards them. They draw weapons in preparation.

[Private to Mezreth: Make a DC 15 Reflex save please (you made the jump, you just didn't quite land on the raft.]

Drez quietly sheathes his weapons and draws his crossbow.

Feryl waves her fingers in the direction of the gnomes.

[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W:
If within 30' will cast a lighting bolt at the gnome with the pole.
Touch attack: 18 (+3 if gnome is wearing metal)  Damage: 9

if further then 30 ft then  will only Cast Faerie Fire and outlines all the gnomes on the raft in blue fire....at least if they have spells they will not go invisible.]

Mezreth balances out in raft....

[Private to GM: Incase if Mezreth is about fall into water thanks this reflex save, he will use the potion in alchemical tooth. It is swift action according Complete Adventurer. I rolled balance incase if Mezreth is striked while he is 'on edge' of the raft and needs roll to remain in balance.

17:18, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 10 using 1d20+4. Balance.
17:18, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 12 using 1d20+8. Reflex save.]

Onde watches the action as it unfolds and scans the area behind them for any possible threats.  For all we know this is raft of gnomes is a decoy....

Mezreth was about to fall into the water, having lost his grip on the raft after his long jump. He gnashes his teeth to activate a potion stored in a hollow molar and his form becomes insubstantial. Unfortunately for him, the raft is being pushed at a faster speed than Mezreth's misty body can float. If you want to catch this party of Svirfnebli you must find a way to follow them. Feryl limns the raft with Faerie Fire.
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Mezreth aggresively pursuits the raft, he is damn sure that his potion lasts long enough to follow the deep gnomes long enough for others to catch up so he focus to  not lose sight of the deep gnomes. But Mezreth does not plan not just chase the gnomes, he focus and aims his eldrict powers onto the raft and unleash that power in powerfull black misty blast!

[Private to GM: I use Unholy Blight on the gnomes. Save DC is 15 and I can use it in gaseous form thanks it is a spell-alike ability. Also I rolled sense motive to 'quess' where gnomes are going according their reeling and so Mezreth could hurry ahead via other route. Anycase next round action is to unleash Darkness onto the raft so that any surviving gnomes would not be able see clearly where they are going.

19:46, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 10 using 3d6. Damage.]

Onde watches the antics going on around her from the other members in the group with a mix of disgust and amusement and says out loud to no one in particular.  "Well, are we just going to watch them get away or is someone going to use the boats we came in to go after them?"  She then turns towards Drez and says with menace in her voice, Drez, if you would so kind. Take both boats out to the raft and retrieve the scum."

Onde's eyes focus with magical energy...

[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: Onde will use her summon shadow ability to summon two shadows and send them to attack the gnomes that are getting away.]

Drez nods at the priestess and runs to one of the boat. He waits a second or two for anyone else who would like to get in and then begins to paddle after the gnomes. He steers so he can float under Mezreth in case the draegloth wants to get in.

Feryl is confused why neither of the spells she cast worked....If her spells do not work all she has is Mezreth.

It seems that Drez and Mezreth are the only ones who are actively persuing the Gnomes. The preistesses are perfectly happy waiting on the island among the dung and moss.

The floating gas that is Mezreth conjures a cloud of darkness that oozes all over the Svirfnebli raft. They cough and splutter but don't seem too perturbed by it.
Drez takes one of the rafts the group came in on and persues the gnomes by himself.

[Private to Onde Baenre: The Gnomes are just out of range of your summon shadow ability.]

Mezreth moves again to keep on after the gnomes by hustling after them and the again moves slower rate and then suddenly whole raft is covered by darkness! Drows and other beings who have darkvision can see pretty clearly a darkness area which their eye sight cannot pierce, so in a way it works finely as beacon. Mezreth continues on the pursuit and waits Drez arrive whit his raft, Mezreth is sure he and Drez can catch up few gnomes in raft chase!

Feryl did not jump on the raft only because she is still in shock that two basic spells she tried to cast did not work...and she is trying to figure out why...

-PL-

[Private to Feryl Baenre: One of them did. The Faerie Fire. It was just the suggestion that didn't. Drow aren't the only Underdark race with good saves and SR you know.]

Feryl shakes here head and starts to follow the progress of the boats from the shoreline, if she is too late to get on the last raft/boat.
[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: I didn't see the affect of FF go off....srry)]

As Onde focuses her will two shadow forms begin to materialize 30 feet away from her on top of the water.  She then points towards the gnomes on the raft and commands, "Attack the gnomes and incapacitate them."

[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: That's fine.  Onde will still send the two shadows to attack the gnomes.]

The Gnomes are a third of the way to the shore now (the shore is 300' away from where Onde is standing). Drez is in pursuit in a raft but barring the summoned shadows disrupting the pilot won't be able to catch up to them on the raft.

Feryl takes the second raft and follows Drez while Mezreth floats slowly behind the Gnomes as they gain more and more distance from him.

OOC: This would be round 4 now.

Mezreth continues chase the gnomes in misty form, he hustles in his flight now and hopes that any his two companions will either catch him up or that when gnomes go into shore Mezreth cna quickly get into shore and pursuit them whit much superior speed.
[Private to GM: Whit hustle I mean I move 4x my normal speed in my round. I recall you cna do that in gaseous form so I move 40'ft per round. But if Mezreth could reach the shore faster by other route he would do so that he can land into shore and go greet gnomes when they reach the shore. Anycase potion lasts long enough to reach the shore I think, the spell effect lasts after all longer than 12 rounds.

How long distance away gnomes are from Mezreth after this round and how fast their raft moves? Also note that thanks darkness gnomes vision is hindered and would qualify for either moving half normal speed or go astray in their rowing direction.]

-PL-

[Private to Mezreth: Gases can't hustle & these are Svirfnebli so they have darkvision.]

PL

[Private to GM: Darkness blocks also Darkvision. They have 20% miss chance and so do everyone else expect fiends and angels who both can see trough magicall darkness. So thanks that vision is hindered I think they cannot see far clearly inside darkness effect and Darkness covers 20'ft sphere. If we would follow novel wise the darkness effect, it should block vision completely.]

-PL-

[Private to Mezreth: Ah, I thought you meant non-magical darkness.]

Feryl tries and makes her raft go faster...

Drez just paddles as fast as he can until he makes landfall.

Onde's shadows rush across the water to the Gnome's raft. You hear the ruckuss they cause when they breach the edge of Mezreth's darkness spell. Splashes and shouts echo across the water back to her and across to Drez & Feryl's rafts.

The pursuit is still hot & hopefully those summoned creatures will slow the gnomes down.

Feryl continues in pursuit...
OOC: how far are the gnomes from me?

Mezreth continues fly towards the raft.....
((How far from me? If they are too far Mezreth likely starts fly one of his comrades rafts and comes help them to paddle.))

The Gnomes are now 150' from Onde, 90' from Mezreth + Feryl & 60' from Drez.

[Private to Mezreth: OK, Each round the Gnome's raft will get 20' further away from you. You can't get on a raft because you're too big so you can either float slowly to the shore (your potion definately WILL last that long unless someone hits you with a dispel magic which is unlikely) but that will take you another 24 rounds, by which time the Gnomes will be long gone, float back to Onde or dispel your potion & swim to the other side.
Swimming in Donigarten is both illegal (if anyone sees you) & very dangerous. So the choice is yours.]

((In that case Mezreth floats into Feryl's boat and dispells the effect of his potion and starts paddle whit all his four arms and his strenght after the gnomes.))

Feryl seeing Mezreth change direction, she moves the raft to facilitate his boarding.

Mezreth is too big to fit on your raft. I believe he is pushing you, just waiting on conformation.

You can't tell for sure but from the lack of noise coming from the Gnomes' raft you think that the shadows Onde summoned have been defeated.

Mezreth kicks out behind Feryl's raft, acting as a flesh-and-blood method of movement. Feryl's raft speeds up.

OOC: Does anyone else want to do something in particular or can I get on with things?

OOC: Get on with it..I need to be closer to do anything.

Yeah get on with it.

*nods for others replies eagerly*

The Svirfnebli are now only 60' from the shore. Drez has only managed to maintain the same distance between himself & the Gnomes while Feryl, with Mezreth's help has closed the gap between their two rafts to only 30'. Feryl still can't see through Mezreth's darkness but the aura of fear that the Gnomes give off is palbable. She can just about hear the Svirfs muttering with a worried intonation in their voices.[Private to Mezreth: You feel something brushing against your leg. Before you can react it grabs hold and pulls you under the otherwise calm water.]
Suddenly, Mezreth disappears, much like the orc slave did earlier.


[Private to Mezreth: You had just enough time to gasp a lungful of air before you went under. You can stay underwater for up to 20 rounds without penalty but each time you make a standard or full-round action that number drops. Currently, you are being dragged down into the icy water by what seems to be some kind of tentacle. More & more of these tentacles latch on until you count about 6 of the things wrapped around your legs.]

Feryl focusing on the raft in the darkness uses the fear as her target and incants a spell and smiles...
[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W:
Cast Summon Spider Swarm to attack all on the raft within the darkness ....
I'll let you handle those attacks.. :)]

Feryl then makes clicking noises...[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: She will call out to the swarm and tell them to stop them all and to star twith the one pushing something (pole) in the water...and what do the sense in there....]

PL
[Private to GM: Note that Neklace of Adaption allows me breathe under circumstances where I would not normaly would be able to. In pratice I can breathe in vacuum, underwater and ignore spells or traps which produce poisonous gas or fumes. In pratice neklace provides me oxygen to breathe always so I am not limited to hold my breath underwater, at least until I lose my neklace that is.

Anycase I asume I am grappled, and Mezreth haves no time to get familiar whatever is lurking below the water he tries escape the grip of the tentacles. I rolled for multiple grapple checks to resolve this quickly but third round one was nat 20, so I escape then automatically (if creature does not get nat 20 also). Take into account I am large so the creature either haves no mods or haves lesser bonus to grapple check thanks being big.

01:34, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 32 using 1d20+12. Grapple.
01:33, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 29 using 1d20+12. Grapple.
01:33, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 25 using 1d20+12. Grapple.]

-PL-
[Private to Mezreth: OK. I tend to only use the necklace as giving an immunity to gases but you're right.
Actually, you're not grappled, instead of rolling a grapple check I would require you to roll either an Escape Artist check or a Strength check, your choice. As well as this, you need to roll a Fortitude Save.]

PL[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: So any of the spiders eating them guys telling me whats going on. :)]

PL
[Private to GM: Well, keep the earlier rolls but reduce them whit -5 (remove BAB bonus). Herecome the fort saves; 25, 10 (nat 1) and 28.]

Drez tries to increase the speed of his paddling. He smells blood and hopes to kill some of those gnomes for making him chase them.

Onde will scan the island of Roth she is on for any clues or other subversive activity.

"Where is Mezreth?" Feryl ask.

Behind Feryl, she notices that the water has been disturbed & surmises that Mezreth has been pulled under the surface.
Onde searches but finds only Rothe dung & Orc shepherds. Nothing seems amiss, though why the Orcs wouldn't do something about the Gnomes warrants investigation.
[Private to Feryl Baenre: You cannot hear the spiders, though floating out of the area of darkness you see a couple of spider bodies scrabbling about in the water. It seems that the party of Gnomes contains a very smart spellcaster. In regards to Mezreth, as his keeper you know that he has a magic item that will allow him to stay underwater indefinately.]
[Private to Mezreth: I need you to make 3 more strength checks before advancing to another round]

Feryl see's that Mezreth is no longer pushing here. She thinks, He better be doing something important to have left me like this. Looking rather anoyed, She tries to pole the raft after the gnomes.

Far above the group, almost a hundred feet up, an amused mage floated as he watched the gnomes flee.  They had gotten further than he'd thought, he had to admit that, but he suspected the drow in pursuit would catch up with them as they got to the shore.  Time would tell, he thought, and waited in silence, far above the ground.

PL
[Private to GM: Rolls;
19:00, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 25 using 1d20+7. Strenght.
19:00, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 23 using 1d20+7. Strenght.
19:00, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 23 using 1d20+7. Strenght.]

-PL-
[Private to Mezreth: You manage to break off all of the tentacles gripping you.]

PL
[Private to GM: OK, Mezreth plans swim bakc into surface and continue push the raft where his mistress is in. My swim check is 18.]

Feryl wonders what is he killing down there? I need to get items that let us communicate telepathically..

The Gnomes are about to beach and without Mezreth's additional propulsion, Feryl slows back down again. She is till only 20' away but if Mezreth were there she would be able to get her raft side-to-side with the Gnome's one. Drez is still trailing 40' behind Feryl.
Suddenly, Mezreth pops back up and out of the water, shakes it from his eyes and begins pushing Feryl's raft again.
[Private to Feryl Baenre: Please make a listen check followed by a spellcraft check.]

Feryl see's she is 20 feet away and that she has it sio her raft will beach next to the gnomes. She listens for what they are doing and readies herself...

[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W:  Ready to Counterspell.
Listen: 32
Spellcraft: 19]

Drez continues to row for all he is worth putting out some extra effort even though he is beginning to tire.

Mezreth starts propel whit greater effort and strenght than before, whatever he faced down there he seems not intent face it again!

Onde turns her gaze towards one of the orc shepards and approaches him.  "Tell me, slave.  Why did you allow the gnomes to leave this island?  Surely, you realized you would be punished for their insolence."

Seeing that the gnomes were getting away, Ahran quietly chuckled, and readied the components for a spell that might keep them from getting too far ahead.


[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: Ready action to cast Web centered on the gnomes raft if they reach the shore.]

The raft beaches. Ahran casts a spell that encases the area surrounding the raft in thick webbing. Mezreth's darkness spell hasn't dissipated yet so noone can see what the Gnome's reaction was.

Onde confronts a shepherd back on the isle who speaks in crude Low Drow.
"They bullied us mistress." it whines "They had weapons and spells and said that they'd kill us all if one of us reported it to the masters."
[Private to Feryl Baenre: You hear the casting perfectly but can't make out the spell in order to counter it.]

"And just how did they smuggle weapons and equipment on this island in the first place?  Are they even from here or are they outsiders?"

"What ever spell the gnomes are casting, I cannot counter," Feryl calls out as she readies her self to jump to the shore.

Drez redoubles his effort to reach the shore.

Mezreth lightly bumps the darkness-covered raft with the one Feryl is on, who subsequently levitates up to avoid falling into the water when she loses balance.

Drez will beach in the next round.

"I think they're from that Gnome city...uh...Blinderstone or something and I don't know how they smuggled the weapons, I haven't left this island in a tenday." replies the Orc to Onde.
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"How long have them been on this island and who did they talk to?  You've been here a tenday, so you must have watched their activities while they were here."
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After bumbing the raft pitifully little Mezreth swims and hurries to the shore and tries get beach fastly as he can get and go to the gnome's raft.

When Drez reaches the shore he looks for the gnomes and runs in their direction.

OOC: Ummm, so what are you guys doing with the raft? It's beached, it's covered in darkness & webbing, no Gnomes are apparent

Feryl rushes to the Gnomes raft and walks on the webs like they were solid ground. "They must have teleported some how. They cast a spell I could not understand or stop." She says as she examines the area.

Ahran had been about to dispel the darkness and his own webs, when he saw the female rushing to the raft.  Gliding down through the air, he drifted down close to the raft, keeping a bit above the ground - just out of the Draegloths reach, to be precise.

You all hear a scuffle, the sound of Gnome voices from aboard the raft. Suddenly Feryl disappears into the darkness.

[Private to Feryl Baenre: A dozen hands grab hold of you and bring you into the darkness.]

So much for the teleportation-theory, huh? Ahran thought, and quickly began casting the spell he'd thought of a moment ago, seeking to dispel the darkness.  Sadly, though, it didn't work as he had planned, and the darkness persisted.


[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W:  Using the area effect version of Dispel Magic.  If there are any other spell effects in there, feel free to roll for me.

21:47, Today: Ahran Quar'Xun rolled 23 using 1d20+7. Dispel (Web).
21:46, Today: Ahran Quar'Xun rolled 11 using 1d20+7. Dispel Magic (Darkness).]

Mezreth angirly growls to the drow mage above him, seeing he is source of the dispell attempt.

"Is he assisting gnomes or is he a mettler?"

"Stay out from this mage!"

Mezreth mentally dispells the darkness and jumps onto the raft, trying ignore the webs whit sheer of his might and agility alone and starts do 'hand sweeps' troughout the deck, quessing gnomes are invisible. When he 'spots' something in the deck he plans try grab it and shred it.
[Private to GM: 22:10, Today: Secret Roll: Mezreth rolled 15 using 1d20+8. Ref save. For web effect.]

Feryl laughs as she is grabbed by the gnomes. As soon as she is drawn into the dark she casues an activiation and the crackling of electricity is heard from within.

[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: Acticate Lightning Flash from Ring:

Damage: 14 Hps electrical damage to all within 5'.
               Those touching me get no save.
               Those not touching me get a Reflex save DC 13 for half dam. ]

"The fools are in here Mezreth, you may kill what ever is left." She laughs, "Can you believe they actually laid there hands on a Priestest of Lloth!"
[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: Initimidate: 16]

Mezreth grins to his mistress words and says; "Judgement for that defilement is quite clear..." Mezreth continued hand sweep the area and until he manages touch and find anything gnome alike to touch near where Feryl speaked he plans grab the gnome and shred it. Whit his massive bulk it is easy to cover big area in the raft and he haves four arms to scan the area.

Drez heads towards the raft looking for anything that might be a gnome. If he cannot see them he will wait untill he can before striking.

"Answer my questions, orc, before I lose my patience with you.", Onde says with growl.