The Approaching Storm

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Qralloq

Oct 25, 2022 12:30 am

OOC:

I'll just post the note to Falconloft and assume Vaila passes that on so we can move forward.

Qralloq says:

(from the note="Falconloft") When you were convulsing in your seizure, you were still cognizant of your surroundings. In elven, you heard them, say, "The corruption has them already. Back off, Davokar has already begun to take that one! If they survive, we can finish them off later. It's too late to save them now."

Orlan

Thielindra Inactive for 3 months

Oct 25, 2022 1:29 am

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Orlan glances down at himself, noting the dings in his armor. He appears unscathed, as far as he can tell. "Corruption? Can any of you tell if we’ve been corrupted? Or are the elves just trying to trick us so we’re vulnerable to attack?"

cowleyc

Oct 25, 2022 1:32 am

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The brutish warrior grunts. They had said they'd be back. What else mattered? He peers deeper into the cave, holding out the torch.

Falconloft

Oct 25, 2022 3:48 pm

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OOC:

Sorry, I meant to post yesterday and got caught up.

As soon as Vaila recovers, and the elves are out of earshot, she narrows her eyes (as if that would help her see better) and looks around at the veiled blobs that make up her companions. She grumbles, "They think we are already dead. They are not leaving. They will be back when we are weaker. Who is it that has been corrupted?"

Aolita

Harrigan

Oct 26, 2022 7:26 am

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Once they are in the (extremely relative) safety of the passage, Aolita fusses over and tends to Vaila until the woman recovers. She hushes the old soul and all her questions as she helps her to her feet.

"Tut. Tut! What is this," the little witch says, "that happens to you, Vaila? This is twice now, when steel is drawn and arrows fly, that you've collapsed. What happens to you, woman? Will we find you on the ground at ever turn as we explore here below ground?"

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Falconloft

Oct 28, 2022 1:50 pm

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Vaila grumbles at being called out on her illness. "I do not know. When I was very young, it would happen all the time. Then it stopped. Now that I am old, it seems to have started again. Perhaps it is a harbinger of the end of my life. But do not worry about me. If I become a burden, leave me behind. I will manage, somehow."

Aolita

Harrigan

Oct 29, 2022 5:39 am

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Aolita merely nods at the other woman as she explains, but her mind reaches out to her clansman companion as he tries to pierce the darkness ahead with his torch.

Vargos, what do you see? Are there signs of the Ambrian fools passing?

To Vaila, she adds, "When this is done, I will look into your condition. There are root brews and unguents that can strengthen the body, that can help fight off these spasms that seize you. It is no thing I dare attempt here, in the Davokar, but rather beneath clear skies, and with unspoiled soil beneath our feet."

And if you do become a burden, she doesn't say, we will indeed leave you behind.

cowleyc

Oct 29, 2022 1:37 pm

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Vargos says nothing to Aolita in response,instead lowering his torch to look for any sign of tracks. The silence helps him concentrate, and any signs on the ground are seen clear as day.

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Qralloq

Oct 29, 2022 5:01 pm

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Vargos had no easy task. The lighting is dim, the ground hard, and time has passed. Still, Vargos knows what he is doing, and it doesn't take long before he sees an edge in the ground, from a hard boot. Another over there, a scuff. A leaf tracked in from outside, crushed not blown. A mark where someone spit, although the moisture is long gone. He tracks six, one of whom is no adventurer but a city man.

The faint signs indicate they came in, rested only a short awhile, then proceeded around a corner and down into the depths.

cowleyc

Oct 31, 2022 3:56 pm

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"We're on the right track, the man came through here. He had five escorts. Be on your guard," the warrior grumbles to any who listen. He stands back up (and stretches his back) before holding the torch further down the cave. It is clear that he is ready to continue deeper.

Aolita

Harrigan

Oct 31, 2022 8:47 pm

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Waiting for another stout fighter to go next — Orlan perhaps — Aolita follows behind, inspecting their surroundings carefully as they go. The ceiling, the walls, the floor — she is attentive as she descends.

Falconloft

Oct 31, 2022 9:01 pm

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Vaila - after a short rest - seems to be no worse off than before, although she still complains at her joints when she's forced to make a step that's too long or too wide. "If we are expecting a less than friendly welcome, perhaps you should whisper rather than imitate a landslide," she says to Vargos. The remark is not made in jest, but there is a lighter tone to it that says that she is not ill-tempered.

If another does not follow Vargos closely, she will. The darkness of the cave does little to affect her vision, bad as it is - in fact, the torch may cause her rather more problems. The owl on her shoulder will, in turn, grab her shoulder with it's right claw or tap her head softly with its beak, and she follows its lead as she follows Vargos'.

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Orlan

Thielindra Inactive for 3 months

Nov 2, 2022 2:01 am

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Orlan will follow behind the tracker, keeping a sharp ear for any noise ahead.

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Qralloq

Nov 2, 2022 2:51 am

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The stone hallway circles down, stone and mortar hold back a layer of gravel, and roots stick through even hard stone. The way down is cold and a descent from the faint veneer of man, quickly not so much built as carved from bare rock. Chill and dray, and then, a mausoleum. Here you find remnants of debris, bones from a meal, a broken wine bottle, and human waste in a corner. The men you follow must have come here.

A groan permeates your bones, until you realize that it is reverberating as if from rock itself. Farther on down the passage, was that a flash of light? Or reflection of your torch on something glassy, or metal?

cowleyc

Nov 3, 2022 12:28 am

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Vargos prepares himself silently for what comes ahead. He draws his axe, and holds the torch in his shield-hand. He knows it will have to be dropped as soon as trouble emerges, but the dark was permeating. He grunts, nods his head forward, and continues.

Aolita

Harrigan

Nov 3, 2022 5:45 am

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Aolita advances with the fighters.

Give me the brand, Vargos, the slender witch says inside the barbarian warrior's head. Her voice is close, caressing. Free your hands for fighting whatever lies ahead...

cowleyc

Nov 4, 2022 2:15 pm

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The grizzled warrior does as his witch has said. He hands her the torch, but ensures to stand before her, even if that means shadows dance before them.

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Qralloq

Nov 8, 2022 4:21 am

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You cautiously advance toward the flash you saw. In the grim darkness, the very earth groaning overhead as if yearning to bury you under its terrible weight, you pass behind the sepulchre and into more ancient rock tunnels. What hands carved these, and how long ago? What fiendish intelligence dug deep into slumbering Davokar? What foolishness brought that noble down here?

At the end of the corridor, it splits left and right in a classic Y-shape. Vargos' eye is drawn to movement on the right, a tail of something disappearing from view. Something long like a crocodile, perhaps.

cowleyc

Nov 8, 2022 4:43 am

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Stay back, Aolita, something draws near.

The glint of the axe in the torchlight seems to sparkle as the wielder turns to look at his travelling fellows. "We are not alone down here. A monster prowls these shadows. Steel yourselves."

Aolita

Harrigan

Nov 8, 2022 5:43 am

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Still holding the torch aloft, Aolita draws her knife and merely nods as her body tenses, waiting for what may come.

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