Ari skulks forward, close to the ground-approaching the sound of the voices. Now, he can hear only a few...
The view is enlightening. Three troglodyte warriors armed with hastily gathered stone clubs and shields and simple leathers flank a much larger Troglodyte, one with heavy and ornate armor (made of what looks like humanoid bones), carrying a massive bloodied cleaver in both hands-he's also got a heavy golden belt on his waist of Dwarven design, and a truly ugly looking warhorn hanging from it, more like a twisted animal horn than an instrument. Behind this quadruplet of foes is a beast of an all to different color-what looks like a man sized bull frog, carrying a twisted quarterstaff-made of some sort of red crystal-and he wears decorated bone armor similiar to the larger warrior, who by his tendency to refer to himself in the third person is this 'Seezer' fellow. This Frogman constantly chants in an ugly, quasi-draconic language.
They are all wearing intricate, if extrodinarily ugly tattoo's, signs and markings that Ari suspects are religious in nature-yawning maws in bright splashes of red decorate their helmets and shields, rows of teeth line their bracers and boots, and each one seems to be missing specific parts of their body-fingers on their left or right hand, toes, the tips of their tails-among other things. Many of them are greatly scarred, as if they have made a habit of removing flesh often-and not a one of a them is more scarred than Seezer himself, his scaly hide pitted with ugly corruption. He's quite terrifying to look upon-Ari feels a chill in his what he might know his own spirit.
They are all arrayed before a pair of heavy stone doors that are of odd architecture and style. Ari would almost describe them as Elvish-he can see the remnants of intricate organic carvings upon it, though they are caked in grime and dust and disrepair. Yet they are completely stonework, and Ari has never heard of Elves working rock in such a way...
In any case, this motley band seems intent on protecting the threshold as long as they can.
As he watches, Seezer casually raises a hand, closing his eyes and concentrating on the corridor in front of him-where incidently, Ari is right of this moment. His eyes light up with cruel fire.
"Who is there? I can smell your spirit...come closer, a bit!"
Not waiting a moment, Ari sneaks back into the darkness to find his friends once more...
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He returns and lays all his information out. Now all that is left is to plan the attack.