Pack of bastards, that lot. Not so much as a "Hello, how are ye' doing" before they start shotting an arseload of poisoned arrows at us. And ballista bolts. Really, are any of us that big, to require such a damn big bolt?
It's not like we've got us the kind of master sniper who could pick off all the bastards. Ryan might be able to make us invisible, sure, if we don't all mind dying. So we do what any proper bunch of Paladins would do: we run.
And we get to the cliffs, and they're still shooting at us, and what do we have to deal with? Stairs! Pelor damned stairs!
So, I made to climb them, get out of the damn arrows. It was kind of relief that I didn't have to climb them, after all. They turned into a chute and I slid down the bastards.
Now, the folks I travel with are a nice lot. Not always so bright, but they mean well. Which, I suppose, is why they decided that it was a good idea to jump down the chute after me. The chute which for no reason would possibly have poisoned spikes at the bottom.
At least I cushioned the fall for a few people. Only the dwarfs got ill from the poison, which only shows that the Drow gods are perverse and unnatural beings. And that they have damn anti-dwarf poison. And that it's not the proper, alcoholic kind.
But we live. The gods must be watching over this bunch, because we live. And we find a way out of the pit, and into some tunnels, where a nasty lizard beast made friends with Tupper. (Really. Friends. With Tupper. I'm telling you, this place is not natural.)
And, of course, we found a Drow patrol. Which Hrogar, who will fit in nicely with this lot, promptly asked to surrender. For some strange reason, sitting inside of their own fortress, heavily armed, with dozens of reinforcements within shouting distance, they said no.
At least no one tried to charge the bastards. Not that it would have done much. Before we knew it, somebody had cast a spell (apparently without dying) and we were safe and sound in this cell. It's a nice change of pace, really: quiet, and no one's immediately going to try and kill us.
It's just that we can't get out, which is a problem.
Though we're working on it. If the gods watch over us, and it seems they do, they'll likely let us out.
If only to put us in front of something worse.
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