Dwarves? Dwarves! Goblin?! (Paradox, GoblinFae)

[Looshi]

Eirdis let her friend have his rant, scratching at her beard as she listened. He had a good point. Tea of all things? Come on! That stuff was weak! It grew no hair on your chest! She had to agree with that. But she didn't believe that they went crazy. Someone else was pulling the strings, and she had a feeling that the voice was behind it. Somehow.

"Perhaps." She said, and offered a small smile. "Shall we look around?"

Eirdis didn't exactly give him time to respond before she was off on her own way out of the room and down the hall, stepping over the odd shamble of polite corpses. She sniffed the air. It smelt dead all right. It was a tomb, of course. She made her way a few doors down, and nearly past by a room that would surely spark Delvar's interest.

"Oh boy, look at this." She stopped, and tapped a hand on the axe at her side. "'ey, Delvar! Come here!"

The room seemed to be... A sacrifice chamber. No ale that she could see. Drat.

[Paradox]

"Tea ken be good with cookies, ah'll confess..." Delvar rambled on, not hearing what Eirdis was saying because , well, he was partially deaf and she had the great misfortune to be standing nearest to his deaf ear.

When he finished rambling, the sky dwarf looked up to find his beard-sister missing! Whoops! "Er...Eirdis? Where'd ye go?"  He looked around, but the room was empty.

She went this way... A kindly voice in his head instructed him.

"Eh?" Delvar looked about for the source of the voice, " Thanks, but ah really dannae know which way ye're meaning."

This way!

Again, Delvar looked and he was still very much at a loss , "That's really not helpin' ! "

The voice sighed and Delvar felt something tap him lightly on the shoulder. Turning his head ever so slowly, the dwarf found his gaze upon a skeleton with no remarkable appearance to speak of. It pointed towards a hall that swept out of the room to the left.

"Thank ye." And he started down the hall which led in the opposite direction Eirdis had gone.

((lol. I made another hall. Magic!))

[Looshi]

The remains of people were hanging from the ceiling. By their feet. All right, whatever floats your afterlife she shrugged. Eirdis poked around the room, using her axe of course, and didn't particularly find anything that screamed interesting. It was just a boring sacrifice chamber. Though, if it was anybody else they may be crying in the corner, or well, just staring in awe and maybe getting some ideas. But really, there was nothing to see. Move along folks.

It took a few moments, but Eirdis noticed the lack of Delvar. And the lack of his footfalls and general yelling. Her brow furrowed is she moseyed on over to the entrance of the room, sticking her large dwarven nose out of it.

"Delvar?" He was no where to be seen. "Sodding ogre spit."

Eirdis made her way down a hallway, her dwarven senses tingling.

[GoblinFae]

Elsewhere in the cave an equally lost and twice as distraught green figure, hurriedly made his way from wall to wall in a panicked search for an exit, or more importantly the exit that would get him out of the underground labyrinth he had tumbled his way into. His small walking stick drummed out a pitter-patter rhythm that increased like a heartbeat with his rushing about the dark and damp place.

The sounds of voices in the distance echoed and changed as they ricocheted off the walls back to him, causing the tiny goblin to become even more frantic in his searching, believing himself to be trapped and lost within some massive and hungry beast's den. Worriedly glancing behind him caused him to fail to see a rock in his path that he promptly tripped over which further resulted in the tiny Mudhopper bouncing off the floor and back and forth between the walls as his momentum left him unable to stop the unfortunate side effect of his resilient skin. It just really was not Oddmund's night.

[Paradox]

"Eirdis! Where are yeh? If ah find any ale down 'ere ye be'er come quick cause I ain't waitin' on ye t-"

Delvar, much like most dwarves, had a rather short attention span and wasn't typically the most observant creature. However, it was difficult even for him to miss that the dust on the floor conveniently shifting about to form depictions of pointing arrows on the ground.

"That's awfully convenient and just a wee bit suspicious." Delvar muttered to himself and scratched his beard. "Me beard senses be a tinglin'. Maybe ah shouldn't follow 'em. Ah mean, this could be a trap."

There's free an afterlife's worth of free ale at the end of the path. The voice cooed.

"Well why dinnae ye say so!?"

Delvar was walking again. For ale!

He came to a rather suspicious looking door decorated in the remains of dwarf at the end of the hall. The arrows seemed to insist that the ale was in there. He pulled the heavy door open and stepped inside the dark room. Again, without really thinking this through and cursing when the door slammed shut behind him, leaving him in complete shadow.

[Looshi]

There came the echoing of something bouncing, and at first Eirdis ignored it. Not anything out of the ordinary. A lot of things bounced. Though, in a tomb, it meant a lot of things. Did coffins bounce? If they did someone must have thrown them. Ah, now she found herself curious.

Eirdis turned down a corridor - the tomb being ridiculously big and confusing, rightfully so - towards the direction of the bouncing. She screwed up her lips into a frown, and stroked her beard as she paused. She could have sworn...

Then it hit her. Quite literally.

Eirdis laid on the floor, with her axe skittering some ways away from her - not broken, like that could break something of dwarven make! Ha!

Her nose hurt as her face was pressed to the ground.

[GoblinFae]

Oddmund groaned as he came to a sudden stop, bouncing off one final object that was far squishier than a stone wall before he thumped against the ground and remained still flat on his back. His head was spinning, his eyes were ringing, and his ears were pounding or something to that effect. The little goblin was not sure he even knew which end was up anymore with the way he felt.

"Watch where yer goin'" he slurred out dizzily, raising a hand to point before it weakly gave out and smacked him in the face instead. "No funny business!"

[Paradox]

The extraordinarily convenient arrows led Delvar stumbling blindly through twisting, spider-webbed  corridors that stank of mold (and thankfully not dead things. Because all the dead things had been dead for quite a long time.) More than once, the foolishly brave dwarf did ponder if he should use his noggin and heed his 'beard senses' but the thirst for the drink was much too strong. He was practically a zombie now.

It felt as though he'd bumbled and stumbled over skeletons, discarded junk, and his own feet for hours (it was actually only a few minutes , but dwarves are impatient like that .) when he finally came to a rather important-looking door. There was something incredibly off about the appearance of the door ; it didn't fit with the dull ,stony theme of the tomb at all. This door was quite decorative, inundated with finely cut gems and crystal. There was an absence of dwarven runes , however. Curious. Perhaps, behind this door, there was a treasury?

Delvar slowly reached out to touch the smooth , polished surface of the incredibly suspicious door.

'Wot are ye doin'?! Dinnae ah teach ye nae tae disturb yer dead kin?' The imaginary voice of his father echoed quite loudly in his mind.

Delvar suddenly recoiled and shook his head, "But , ale..." he argued aloud lamely.
'This is why I treat ye like a child. Ye're still too thick to make practical decisions. Ye should-'
Suddenly, Delvar lunged forward and touched the door.

'Ye , lil troll-spit! Nae ye done it.'

Ignoring his conscience entirely, Delvar strode proudly into a room that was underwhelming plain save for a sole pedestal in the center. Atop said pedestal was perhaps one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen (aside from his magnificent beard )...

Delvar snatched the large ale mug made of gold, hugged it close to his beard and wept.