The sounds started to become less like vague echoes of tormented legions amid the ceaseless scraping of metal against stone as the
drow man explored the
Bhathairk Undercity. After leaving the hallway and entering a dark chamber they stared to sound like great thuds and crashes and the slightly less distant wailing of a riot in the streets. Many of those thuds coinciding with tremors that shook the area. And as he went through the unilluminated chamber, which appeares to have been carved out of gold to his reckoning, he exited to an ancient and ruined square. Doubly ruined. For where once had been the eastern side of the square, there was now nothing. A vast chasm could be seen. Apparently a vast portion of the entire Undercity, and indeed of the entire surfacer's ground, had fallen into lakes of lava below.
Karanon gawked at the sight. Lone peaks and diagonally fallen pillars of stone, leaning upon the upper heights of the chasm. And across all of it a strange grey dust fell. It looked like ash. Not much of it had fallen upon the open section of the Undercity where he stood, however. Just a tiny bit had fallen into the chasm's exposed wound of the Bhathairk Undercity square, touching the very edge where the ground ceased to be. The sounds of riotous cacophony echoing from above certainly made more sense now. The surfacer's world had appearantly started to collapsed into
the Underrealm over a lake of lava. Of course there would be a clamor of alarmed and panicking folk up there.
Nearly mesmerized, Karanon stepped closer to the chasm to see more of the devastation. Closer to ashes that made their way into the remains of the square. Closer to an unknown doom. Closer to...
YANK!
The former merchant was pulled, literally out of his foolish, self-endangering stupor by a little purple and pink spider who had a far greater sense than he did. Shaerra felt that venomous force was coming from the ashes, and had attached a length of sticky silk to the floor, and holding tight to that with two arms, jumped upon her new friend's back again and pulled him with all of the force she had away from the opening where ash was still falling in. She was stronger that she looked. Most spiders were, as the drow well knew. And he went flying backwards to the floor and landing squarely on his ass.
At which point, Shaerra ran around in front of him and started jumping up and down and waving her front four arms and pedipalps around while making chattering noises. The scene was reminiscent of a worried younger sibling scolding their elder brother for doing something stupid and nearly getting killed. The dark skinned elf had not percieved any threat in the ashes, and presumed that the spider thought he would have fallen into the lava below. And he might have, had he not been jerked out of his state of awe and wonder. Little could he have imagined what sights awaited him when he emerged on the surface.
"Very well. I'll be careful, Shaerra." At these words, the arachnid climbed up his shirt and clung to his chest, placing her foremost legs upon his shoulders. It was like the cat-sized spider was giving the male drow a hug. And the male drow responded in kind. Embracing the little purple arachnid, but gently so as not to smoother her. And even though the tips of her spiderfangs touched the exposed black flesh of his chest where his shirt was open, she did not dream of pushing them down as if he were food. Nor did the spider trainer fear that she would.
"Thank you."
It was a genuine expression of deep gratitude he had just spoken to her. With not a hint of groveling or falseness behind it. Nor any presumption that he had been saved out of some portion of self-interest. This was a very strange feeling for someone born and raised in Zar'Ahal. To be able to offer deep gratitude in such a pure way was almost alien to him. But the strange elf had to admit, it felt good. Almost like a relief of some burden.
After a few moments, the drow stood and decided to make his way through the side of the Undercity that was farther away from the chasm. Shaerra remained on Karanon's chest. Perhaps she wanted her eyes in front of the drow just in case he decided to walk right into danger again.
As he made his way out of the square and into an adjacent Undercity street, the strangest thought echoed across his mind. He wasn't one to worship a dragon goddess. Or something like that. It was strange how unclear his own thought had been. Yet he supposed it true. After all, he had been raised in the old temple of Lylthryal, a drow spider goddess who had fallen out of favor with the nobility some centuries ago. Was that something that he had half forgotten from one of her scriptures? Shrugging it off, he decided to give the matter some attention later. Once he was on the surface and safe.
It took a fair bit of exploring to make his escape after that. Much like in the Underrealm tunnels 5hat he had arrived from. This passage was entirely caved in. That one lead to a collapsed cellar. The next had the ground fallen so that there was no way to get up to the high exit at it's end. Finally, he found a lond tunnel, with a very slow ascent. And as he walked it there were more tremors and thuds and dark sounds getting clearer and clearer. With any luck this exit wouldn't be caved in at all. When he did come upon the exit he found that it opened to a mound of earth so that it was entirely disguised from the surfacers' perspective. Nearby was a fallen structure of wood. A former lookout tower, perhaps? The bodies of dead
orcs were scattered about. And amongst them was one who clutched a truly beautiful war axe, sure to fetch a nice price from some other warrior. Maybe this
weapon trading idea would work out after all.
But as he bent down to relieve the fallen fighter of that which he had clutched in his last moments, the drow felt two sharp chelicerae tap harshly against his chest as if in warning.
"What? It's not like he is going to miss it!" Karanon protested.
Another harsh double poke.
"So you're fine with me taking from the bodies of my kin, but not from orcs?"
Yet another double poke.
The drow let out a sigh.
"Oh, very well. Let's just find..."
But as the drow turned around his voice failed. He saw the devastated town beyond the mound and falling ash even deeper within the ruin. He saw one massive dragon of gold and black appearing to speak with another. Another who was unfathomably large. Impossibly large. Epic in scale. Too big...
"You're immense..." He heard himself declare in a half stunned whisper, and he felt Shaerra crawl off of his chest and onto his back. His mind could hardly process how infinitely vast this second dragon was. Was that the the dragon goddess that he wasn't supposed to worship? Had it been a message from the ancient spider queen in his mind, warning him not to fall for a false deity? He could plainly understand why anyone might have needed such a message. Why anyone might have. This thing was beyond anything he had ever thought to see. Entire families were eradicated by the swaying of her tail.
And there was so much more. Chaos all around. Those who remained alive were panicking, running, screaming, and very likely to not recover their sanity ever again. Thinking of insanity, he saw not one but two beings who looked like they were actually charging at the biggest thing, maybe ever. Surely they would be dead soon...
And more. As he got onto the mound. To look at the area around the thing he noticed a strange sight. A group of
dark elves facing of against a warrior in dark armor with a bulging pack strapped being him. And among them. Was that Commander Tor'Rahel and her allies? Of all the...! Just when Karanon had been ready to flee into the woods with the local refugees... Unfortunately, for the male drow and his goal of living to see another day, he owed the Commander.
Kneeling down as he had in the tunnels,
Karanon Ulventhral took aim with his crossbow at the neck of the warrior who occupied the attention of the drow company, and let a bolt fly towards that mark. It wouldn't do much for a bolt to dent his helm. But even if his neck was protected by chainmail, the hit would be felt and might distract the heavily armored one. Not hesitating to watch his projectile fly, the drow male immediately got to reloading his crossbow.
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