Working together, the trio discovers no fewer than three survivors, breathing, but not all conscious... though in the process, they find many more dead.<br/><br/>As the party lays eyes on an elven man dressed in the robes of a mystic (http://static3.paizo.com/image/avatar/PZO9073-Aravashnial_90.jpeg), it sparks one more memory. They can remember, just before the fall, witnessing Khorramzadeh's lash crack across the elven man's face, though the dread balor was focused solely on laying Telendev. Collateral damage. Still, despite this, he breathes.<br/><br/>The other two are roused more easily. One, a slender human woman (http://i.imgur.com/Xb6tR7H.jpg) – in fact, the same woman they recall the staunch half-orc fighting to defend – bolts upright with a gasp. "Irabeth?<em>Irabeth</em>!?" There's panic in her wide eyes, eyes frantically darting to those who surround her, the hope in her eyes guttering, transforming into wounded resignation when she realizes the name she's calling for will not be answered. She can't bring herself to look through the corpses of the fallen, remaining where she landed.<br/><br/>The last is a jowly, middle-aged human man with thinning hair, a noble by the looks of his clothes and the garish jewelry that adorns him (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/f3/03/38/f30338cc5afc9df2fc9aa346043e6868.jpg). "This is a nightmare..." he breathes in a thin, reedy voice, half-disbelieving at first. Perhaps the woman's panic infects him, or perhaps the reality of the situation finally hits him in full force, but quickly his quavering voice rises. "The demons... gods above, the demons – Kenbares is fallen –" He scrambles, lurching to his feet, starting to move away from the rubble as quickly as possible. "More could be coming, to finish the job – We have to move!" His words practically tumble and trip over each other, coming faster and faster.<br/><br/>"Shut up!" The words ring out, clear as a bell, cutting through both humans' ravings. "I can't hear myself<em>think</em>." The elf, apparently, has finally stirred, forcing himself to sit up. "Someone light a damned torch, I can't see a thing." It would be a kindness to call his face a wreckage. His face is little more than an unseeing collection of horrific burns, now, his eyes utterly destroyed. Khorramzadeh's lash did not leave him unscathed.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, as Nanaly explores the cavern, she quickly learns it's quite vast and less quickly learns that there does appear to be an exit, leading to further catacombs; the quartet will not not be trapped in the cave, trying to climb the unstable wall of rubble with the constant threat of a rockslide looming over them. Near the cavern's only exit, however, looms an unsettling shape. There, an immense spider the size of a horse crouches, silent and still. In the dark, it is impossible to perceive certain traits that might serve to identify it – color – but it exudes a distinctly putrid odor.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nanaly, Perception check. To clarify, Nanaly is the only one presently close enough to the spider to know about it, unless she chooses to alert the rest of you to it.</div></div>