Trekking through the tunnels and caverns of
the Underrealm was not the best thing to be doing, even when they weren't prone to come crashing down upon you at any moment. But as Karanon found his way into a different path of tunnels, with Shaerra audibly following along on the walls of the caves as he went, he couldn't help but to notice the bodies of his kinsmen mostly crushed by falling rocks, continuing to appear along this journey.
He hadn't had much time to prepare for his flight from Zar'Ahal. And so his current possessions consisted a simple dagger, a hand mirror, a length of woven spider silk rope, a small herb satchel, a waterskin, and the clothing that he had left the city in. But near these dead men, and they were mostly males, were intact weapons. He had never been taught against looting the corpses of his fellows, nor did he feel any revulsion at the thought of it. If anything it seemed a waste to let potentially useful items rot in this tunnel. And so, he found himself searching which bodies could be searched for any useful items they might have. He collected three swords, a crossbow and bolts, a fire stone, and a small purse containing a few gems. Provided he didn't come up against hordes of the
undead, or some other such threats on the way to surface world civilization, these weapons would be enough to turn a small profit and begin his new life as a surface merchant. Perhaps he could find some good deals on weapons up there and turn a profit importing to and from different
cities. He had heard that it was far easier to trade in this manner on the surface than in the Underrealm.
Soon enough, however the road he had been following reached a dead end where once again, every thing had collapsed.
"This is not good." He said as he looked towards Shaerra.
"What's going on that's causing all of these tunnels to come crashing down? There had been a well armed patrol here. At least one, from the looks of it. So there must have been an exit nearby..." He paused to reflect. Two routes down. But there had been other openings to different passages along the way they had come. But the
drow was unaccustomed to traveling so far out from Zar'Ahal. He had absolutely no idea where he was and had no map to look to for guidance along the way. Any of those other passages could lead to turnarounds, or routes to deeper territories of the Underrealm. It would be a pity to have left the drow city of Zar'Ahal for the surface only to end up in the drow city of Mehkran. Or some dwarven territory or another where he was likely to be seen as a spy or enemy.
In frustration he rhetorically asked Shaerra if she had any ideas. And the spider shifted her weight to the legs on one side in response. A gesture which gave the slight impression of a curious head-tilt as might be performed by creature whose heads were not also the main part of their bodies. After this gesture, however, the spider came down from the wall, approached Karanon, and then turned around and started off back down the corridor. Evidently, she did have an idea. And Karanon followed her easily, for he had always got on much better with spiders than he had with other drow. And it was possible that she had traveled far in these tunnels before they found one another. Just how it was that she could understand the intent behind his speech was a mystery to him. Had he been working with these animals for so long that he had a natural gift to communicate with them? Was he blessed by the spider spirits? Or was Shaerra a uniquely gifted kind of spider? Certainly most if the giant spiders he had known and trained and cared for possessed a remarkable amount of intelligence, and even
empathy, but this was the first one he had known to ever seem as if she were mentally the equivalent of any drow. Perhaps her
species was a uniquely intelligent one, who were smart enough on the whole that they kept themselves hidden from his kin.
Whatever the case might have been, he was following the little arachnid now. And she lead him through many twists and and turns, down this passage and then that one. She would even pause occasionally and turn around as if to ensure that her black skinned
elven companion hadn't fallen behind. And He hadn't. Though with her eight legs and small size she seemed to be able to keep up quit a speedy pace.
When she finally stopped and crawled onto a wall, they were in the middle of a tunnel. Karanon raised an eyebrow before guessing that she sensed someone or something dangerous nearby. He loaded the crossbow he had found in the other chamber and knelt down, taking aim towards the side of the tunnel they had been heading towards. It was
empty as far as he could see. But he knew that often animals could sense more than
elves could, just as elves could sense more than
humans. And so the drow searched the limits of his vision looking for any hostile entity to step forth.
Suddenly something pulled on his pant leg. Startled, he nearly jumped away before realizing that it was only Shaerra. She looked up at him and then crawled back onto the spot on the wall where she had been before. And then back down to him. And then back to the wall. Slowly he lowered his
weapon and stood up as he realized that she wasn't afraid of a threat. She had found something. The drow walked over to the wall and examined it. As he did, Shaerra began to walk all over a bigger portion of it. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he then touched it. It felt like normal stone. But his little friend was having a fit running back and forth across it. Slowly he felt his way around the stone wall until he discovered that the section where Shaerra was crawling wildly felt different from the sections of stone on either side of it. It was colder than the rest of the wall and had a smoother texture.
It was a spy's door!
He had heard of these, though, he never thought much of it. Back in Zar'Ahal, the criminals used to tell stories about how the secret caste (spies, as surfacers would call them) created false doors in the tunnels leading to hidden caches of valuables or easy ways into the very hearts of royal abides withing surface world cities. Hoping that this was the second kind, Karanon searched across it for some opening mechanism. Nothing could be found on the door itself, and so he examined the wall to the right of the door. There he found a slightly protruding piece of stone just as cold and smooth as the door itself. He attempted to move the stone and that seemed to get Shaerra's attention as she quickly crawled over to him and watched. After some initial fumbling, the drow man was able to press the stone piece into the rest of the wall. At that, the door itself slowly began to sink downward. And the excited spider jumped onto Karanon's chest and then crawled around him onto his back. It seemed that leading had tired her out a bit. Or perhaps she just liked clinging to the crow's back.
The pair were soon making their way through this narrow passage. Soon rumblings could be heard again. And the world shook. The drow picked up the pace as he entered into a larger tunnel. Seeing that the ground was steepening including upwards at one end and downwards at the other, he coose to go up. Which was a very healthy decision. Because the very ground in the opposite direction soon started to fall away into Abyssal chasms of earth. The drow felt and heard this without looking back. The sounds and continued shaking of all that was around him was enough to put a hustle in his steps that he had rarely known before. Around him stalactites fell crashing down upon the floor of the cave. But he was either careful enough, or perhaps justnplain lucky enough to avoid them and their debris as he fled up into the unknown tunnels before him.
Sounds of the world itself roaring or wailing seemed to echo through the air. And as he leapt across a suddenly spreading rip in the ground, the terrifying noises seemed to grow louder. Like the shrieking of a thousand terrified ritual sacrifices mixed with stone grinding against stone. And as he ran ever onward and upward the shaking of the solid earth around him seemed to become a multiplicity of vibrations. As if furious gods were making war upon the surface with unfathomably great warhammers. Another. Stalactite crashed down in his path and he jumped left and leapt forward, nearly losing his balance as he ran onward. Onward and upward amid shaking and quaking and raging sounds as if the world were dying around him.
Soon he was greeted by the strangest site. Not that he had much time to think of it's normalcy. A small archway of an odd material, with a clear hallway behind it. A hallway which seemed to glow green. It seemed as good a goal as any, not to mention it was the only one available. Yet no sooner had he passed through the archway than a massive vibration shook everything and sent him flying forwards and onto the odd metalic floor face first. Shaking, and shaking. It seemed as though he was destined to be slowly beaten to death by the ground itself when suddenly the massive tremors and horrible noises died down. Still terrible yet vague noises echoed from, well, everywhere. And Still the world shook. Just not as violently anymore. And eventually even this shaking subsided.
Still the drow lay on the ground. Motionless, bruised, not that anyone could tell, and utterly dizzy. As he regained his sense slowly from the dizziness and the pain, he lifted his gaze and looked around for his eight-legged companion. Fear was creeping into his mind as he called out
"Shaerra?"
And then a little spider leg tapped him twice on the back.
"You ok?"
Tow more taps. And He exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Ok..." He grunted as he lifted himself slowly back up onto his feet, dusted off his chest and legs and picked up the crossbow he had dropped in the massive earthquake. Looking around he noticed two things. One was that the way they had come from was completely caved in with rocks filling up the archway. The other was that this green-litten hall of strange metal matche exactly the descriptions he had heard of
Bhathairk Undercity.
"Well, it looks like we're not quite to the surface yet. But at least we're out of the Underrealm."