OOC: we can retro a few things, time to move on.

Dualis emerges shortly after entering a room off to one side in the lab.  "Here is your your scroll."  he says  "Now, gather round I think it is time for you to start this quest." you all gather around .. Morteft, Aztar, Shorty, Warwick, Trysk, Joe and Chest.  "OK, we will put you about 100' away from the protective barrier.  From that point you will be able to see your objective as the tower should be easily visible.  There may be a few surprises for you before you get there but nothing too bad I think.  Any questions, no.  To the foyer."

In a blink you all find yourself in the foyer to Omega Base.  "Once outside I will send you on your way, quickly now."  The door to the outside opens with swish and reveals a nice sunny day outside, Dualis moves out and you all follow.  "Remember, once you are in the protected area you will not be able any teleport or dimensional travel and I cannot come to help.  Good luck."  He waves his arm and pop, you all find yourselves in a large underground cavern.  All around you is a city with many large buildings nearby, all still look to be in good shape despite their age.  The whole area is lowly lit by  natural phosphorescence, and the ceiling looks to be several hundred feet above.  You are in a wide street, and off in the near distance you see the tower rising high, the street heads that way.  Besides your breathing, there is very little to be heard."

Actions?

--DM2

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 1):

Trysk draws his footman's mace and long sword, and begins to scan the area for any signs of trouble or life.  He asks, "So, what's the plan?"

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 1):

Shorty moves a short distance away and sniffs the air.  He tries to determine where in his city he is and which way leads to his tower.

Aztar draws his short sword and then seems to loose focus on the world around him for a brief second.

In reply to Aztar (msg # 4):

Morteft looks around and then asks, "What was the name of this city?"

In reply to Morteft (msg # 5):

Trysk reponds, "Trinny called it the sunken city of Perod the Golden."

In reply to Trysk (msg # 6):

Morteft nods. "Ah, I have heard of that city, but I never thought I would see the ruins of it."

In reply to Morteft (msg # 7):

Shorty looks back over his shoulder.  "Dis be Shorty n Baby n Thief home.  Me keeps it safe.  But me not see dis part afore."

In reply to Shorty (msg # 8):

Warwick closes his eyes, trying to attune himself to the stone.  "We ready?  Our destination is the tower, correct?"

In reply to Warwick (msg # 9):

Shorty's senses do not detect anything familiar.  Although he does get a faint whiff like something is burning in the direction of Joe .. who glows a faint green.  He shrugs, "Not sure how to turn it off."  The chest just sits and waits.

Warwick notices the stone work of the city and it is expertly done, mostly granite and merble.

Actions?

--DM2

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 10):

Shorty pulls out his beloved black sword and then looks at Warwick. "Ebry day sword ken show where ta go.  Me wanna no which way ta home.  But maybe need non udder way."

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 10):

Morteft nods. "Yes, the tower. I am ready."

Aztar lowers his sword and nods about the tower being their destination.

Taking a closer look at the alchemist shows that he is equipped a bit differently than before.  He now has two bandoliers crossed over his shoulders holding various steel vials with strange markings on them.  His backpack is different and seems to have a multitude of small pockets sewn into it along with the one main pouch.

And, he has a smaller satchel hanging at his side that looks fairly full as well.   Overall, it doesn't look like it weighs him down, but is certainly more bulky than the man that usually travels with almost nothing obvious.

In reply to Aztar (msg # 13):

Morteft says, "I might be able to teleport us closer to the tower in order to avoid travel through the city, although, honestly, I wouldn't mind walking these streets."

In reply to Morteft (msg # 14):

Trysk nods and turns invisible, "Let's go."