Seizing upon the opportunity provided by the ambush of the Drow, Gaberiel and Sayiel raced to the holding cell and freed their fellow captives. As the group made their way back towards the bridge they found that their Drow oppressors were no more; the flying beasts had made short work of them. Realizing that they did not have much time on their hands before more guards were summoned, the group crossed the bridge and into the room that held their gear.
Each of the group rearmed themselves with their original gear and added some additional weapons and equipment to their arsenals. They were outnumbered and deep in a Drow dungeon, so they were preparing for a fight.
The group discussed how they were going to get out of this perilous situation. The idea of fighting through the Drow was discussed but soon dismissed as they realized they did not know how many of the heathens there were lurking in the shadows. As they walked out onto another bridge, they could hear the sound of running water below and an idea began to take shape. All water flowed somewhere, and this water may lead to their escape,
The group decided that their best chance of escape was to enter the water below and follow it out. All that stood between them and the murky drink below was the giant spider webs and the beasts that spun them. Faced with the prospect of fighting the Drow and being recaptured, the group decided to take their chances with the eight legged monsters.
While gathering their courage for the leap of faith, Jaragorn looked off into the distance and his blood ran cold. There in the distance stood the apprentice to the Drow priestess watching them with cold eyes. Jaragorn’s heart sank as he realized that at any moment she would sound the alarm and they would be overrun. Steeling himself, he gripped his bow firm and prepared to use it against the eventual rush of guards.
But reinforcements did not come. With a smile that dripped poison and the promise of future malice, the apprentice looked the group over once more and then turned away. For a moment, Jaragorn was confused at what just happened but he did not have time to dwell on it as the group was ready to jump. He turned away and reported the strange sight he saw to the group but the importance of it was lost in the hurry to jump.
With a deep breath, each member of the group jumped over the sides of the bridge and into the webs below. Some landed on sure footing and were on their feet quickly, whiles others became ensnared in the sticky webbing. The shared experience of slavery had formed bonds between some members of the group, and while certain members quickly jumped from the webs to the waters below, others stayed behind to help those who were stuck. Those that stayed behind on the web knew that even though freedom was a mere drop below they were still in great danger.
As the group struggled to help those who were stuck in the webs, the monsters who had spun them felt the vibrations through the webbing and soon emerged to see what they had caught.
The spiders were gigantic, large ugly beasts with fur covered legs and bodies, with a sticky substance oozing from their fangs. These beasts had been denied food for a long time, and the ravages of hunger caused them to spring forward in hopes of devouring those still on the webs.
A fierce battle soon began, between the three giant spiders on the web, desperate with hunger, and those of the group who still remained behind. Jaragorn became ensnared by one of the beasts and struggled to break free, while Topsy was also immobilized by another. Moving swiftly to Jaragorn’s aide, Gabriel engaged the beast and began to hack at it with his sword. From below, Sayiel and the halfling hurled magic and arrows at the spiders, injuring them.
While the group put up a valiant fight, the spiders would not be so easily beaten. A giant spider managed to sink its huge fangs into Jaragon, gravely injuring him while another managed to cause a near mortal wound on Eldeth. After dispatching his spider, Gabriel swiftly moved to Eldeth and stabilize her before she slipped away forever.
With the spiders killed the rest of the group jumped into the waters below. Thankfully, there was shore close by and they all moved up onto it. Shuushar suggested that the group make way for his village which may be close by. With little options to choose from, the group agreed to make way to his village and entered a nearby cave system, glad to be putting the Drow dungeon behind them.
After walking for a few hours through the cave system, the group encountered an eerie green light softly glowing from a chamber up ahead. While discussing how they should enter this chamber, Sayiel, in a fit of impatience, rushed into the chamber. Upon entering the chamber, Sayiel caught a quick glimpse of various mushrooms before one exploded a cloud of spores in his face. The world spun around him, and Sayiel drifted away into unconsciousness.
The group found Sayiel and managed to rouse him. Sayiel reported a strange vision, where he was a beholder being chased by a Drow and his tracking beast. Just as he thought he managed to evade them, the Drow turned and spotted him, cornering him in this very chamber, then nothing…..
Exhausted, the group decided that this was the best place to rest for the time being. Watch shifts were assigned, and then the group slowly drifted into sleep. While exhaustion was pulling at them relentlessly, their minds refused to let them truly settle as they knew the Drow were looking for them and they did not take kindly to their slaves escaping.