Tyranny of Dragons - Additional IC

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The rain pattered softly to the ground, plopping into the puddles along the worn and muddy trail. The small group of adventurers was lead onward through the downpour by a frail man donning a cloak. None of the adventurers knew each other until now but each had a reason for needing what the man was paying, whether debt, need for gold, or general greed.


They'd all been drawn into a tavern at the dead of night in search of employment, chasing a rumor of treasure deep in a dungeon under the mountains. As far as they could tell this rumor was indeed true and the old man leading them knew of its whereabouts. So it was here they found themselves trekking through the forest paths lead by a a mysterious hermit.


The path was long and the group was mostly silent, simply following the hermit onward until they reached a sheer cliff that rose from the forest in the pale rainy sky. A large black opening stood at the foot of it looming into the darkness.


They had arrived.
 
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"Well... Let's go in, then," Vadania said, looking at the assortment of adventurers gathered with her. There was a human dressed in heavy armor, two Wood Elves who looked like rangers, and who seemed oddly familiar, some sort of strange creature with horns and a tail, and, strangest of all, a humanoid dragon-ish creature. She wasn't sure what to make of most of them. She cautiously stepped inside of the cave opening, fists held up in a fighting position.
 
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Varis stood to the rear of the group. The whole idea of entering this dungeon was making him uneasy. Who in the Hell was this hermit anyway? Varis removed his longbow from his back and notched an arrow onto his bowstring. He could barely see into the darkness that engulfed the cave due to his elven blood. Some one might need to light a torch for the human and the dragonkin.


Varis decided to wait and not enter the dungeon yet. He turned to the hermit, approaching him warily. "We followed here without question. Now that I see you aren't entering with us, it poses the question....How can we trust you?"
 
"What makes you think that? Of course I'm going in." The hermit snapped back, obviously annoyed with the notion as he turned away from Varis and approached the cave entrance.
 
Graadesch enjoyed the moment of rain he felt on his scales. He was both nervous and happy to be traveling with others after so long isolated. And apparently he wasn't the only hermit, which made him feel somewhat better. As the other hermit approached the cave entrance Graadesch grunted and followed a few paces behind him.
 
Varis mumbled to himself, but still entered the dungeon at the back of the line. He still had not found reason to trust this man. Varis kept a watchful eye on the Hermit as he otherwise scanned the dungeon for danger.
 
Nowhere was the last to go into the cave, untrusting of the people around her. Though they more or less ignored her, which was nice. Nowhere was also apprehensive of the cave, she had hardly stepped out of her city before. And while excluding under city tunnels, she had never been in an actual cave before.
 
A few feet within the cave entrance a large stone door stood, sealing the actual entrance.
 
Vadania notices a rock jutting from the left wall that seems oddly shaped. It also doesn't match color with the rest of the rock around it.
 
The rock shifted down and the stone door rumbled, sliding sideways into the rock face.


"Not bad." Arannis grunted, poking his head into the opening. It was quite dark inside, barely lit from the outside light, but enough so that Arannis could see a bit in front of him.


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Varis decided to ignore the hermit for now and pulled up his bow. His string pulled back, preparing for any enemies.
 
"Hey Varis... These webs in here remind you of anything?" Arannis grunted, pulling out one of his short swords.
 
Varis replied to Arannis with a bit of sting in his voice. "God damn spiders. You know exactly why I hate spiders." He lowered his bow to observe them shortly after entering the dungeon. "This just look like regular webs though. I sincerely hope there are none of those giant ones around."


 
Varis replied to the other Wood Elf, "Yes we are. Why does that matter?" He glanced to his brother and shrugged slightly before stepping down the dark hall. It looked like the Dragonkin and the female Wood Elf were going to either wait at the entrance or eventually take up the rear. Varis felt comfortable with his brother at his side, they have faced many enemies in their past. This challenge would be no different. Arannis and the Tiefling followed him as he cautiously followed the hermit through the dark.
 
The hermit slowly drifted towards the rear, leaving Varis at the front.


The passage was rather short, ending an opening coming up.


A slight click was heard before Arannis lit a torch, using it to light a second and hand it to Varis.


As soon as the light reached through the opening both elves noticed a more dense series of webbing and a clicking and scuttling were heard in the room.
 
Varis groaned inwardly upon noticing the webs and snatched the torch from Arannis's hand. He launched it forward into the room ahead before aiming his bow in the same direction.
 
The torch landed in the center of the room and illuminated it, revealing an oncoming wad of webbing towards Varis.


HOLD.


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As they walked deeper into the cave and webs got thicker, Graadesch became wary. He took his axe from his belt, and brandished his shield. As he stood several feet behind the elvish, twins he listened to the sounds of scuttling and snapping.
 
There was a pause in Nowhere as things went along, but as she collected herself she made a quick attempt to cut the Elf, Varis if she remembered right, from the web.


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The web was a bit too thick and the attempt at cutting it failed.


Arannis pulled loose his bow, notched an arrow and fired at the source of the web.


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The arrow pierces the creature and it let's loose a screech of anger.


@AllHailDago
 
Graadesch steps around and in front of the party, prepping a spell as he does. The moment everyone in the party is behind him he extends his hand to the spider, casting Poison Spray and surrounding it in a small poison cloud.


@Atom: It makes a Con Save. If it success, no damage, if not I roll A d12
 
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