- Feb 12, 2008
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The sun had not been long set when the company of von Carsteins halted along the path to Karak Eight Peaks. The journey had been surprisingly uneventful, travelling in black coaches they had arrived at the base of the world edge mountains in a few days thanks to the unholy speed of the dead nightmares, another day had seen them scaling the treacherous mountain path and after the day had turned out to be overcast the consensus had been to carry on. As they walked they saw scars of past battles, skeletons of dwarfs mingled with orcs, holes in the rocks showed where gunshots had gone astray, at one point a huge boulder had been crushed into the middle of the path, whether this was by the dwarfs or a foul spell of their attackers time had eroded all clues.
Stopping next one of the various defiled statues that was on the approach to the main gates the party remained out of site before the last bend in the road,
“Are we here yet old chap?†drawled the cultured tones of Simon, “frankly I’m getting a bit bored, we’ve walked full day and night and not even a gobbo popped up for some sport.â€ÂÂ
“I think so,†replied Milosh noting that he had seemed to be classed as the old chap or man now his age and heritage had been revealed, “the documents Lesa gave said one of the statues was a sally port, we are looking for one with this rune graved near its base, its magical so you will have to use your mage-sight.†he added, he could hear a few grumbles but the group set out to look. Thankfully with the vampire senses it did not take long before Jan called, walking over Milosh could see the symbol burning as brightly as it must have done the day it was forged, though it was so expertly done that only those who were looking for it would have known it was there. Kneeling next to it he pressed the section in a specific spot denoted by his instructions. Nothing happened for a second and Milosh began to wonder if he was mistaken before a stale smell hit his nose, looking round the other side of the statue he saw an opening just the right size for a dwarf, so precise was the engineering no sound had been made by its activation. Looking at the others Milosh gestured,
“Well ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Karak Eight Peaks.â€ÂÂ
Stopping next one of the various defiled statues that was on the approach to the main gates the party remained out of site before the last bend in the road,
“Are we here yet old chap?†drawled the cultured tones of Simon, “frankly I’m getting a bit bored, we’ve walked full day and night and not even a gobbo popped up for some sport.â€ÂÂ
“I think so,†replied Milosh noting that he had seemed to be classed as the old chap or man now his age and heritage had been revealed, “the documents Lesa gave said one of the statues was a sally port, we are looking for one with this rune graved near its base, its magical so you will have to use your mage-sight.†he added, he could hear a few grumbles but the group set out to look. Thankfully with the vampire senses it did not take long before Jan called, walking over Milosh could see the symbol burning as brightly as it must have done the day it was forged, though it was so expertly done that only those who were looking for it would have known it was there. Kneeling next to it he pressed the section in a specific spot denoted by his instructions. Nothing happened for a second and Milosh began to wonder if he was mistaken before a stale smell hit his nose, looking round the other side of the statue he saw an opening just the right size for a dwarf, so precise was the engineering no sound had been made by its activation. Looking at the others Milosh gestured,
“Well ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Karak Eight Peaks.â€ÂÂ