"these Worg tracks", Sky intones; Many have walked this path, both recently and long ago". "They patrol a route, that almost looks as if they were guarding the place". "Most peculiar indeed". He then looks up as the doors open at Chop's touch. A look of newfound respect appearing on his face...that one should not be underestimated..."Sky'tor, do you get a sense of how much time elapses between worg visits, and when the last patrol might have come by? It might be wise for some of us to stand guard down here, to keep an eye out for them..."
Sky looks up at the question. "From my observation it looks as though the tracks are a month or so apart...so not on a daily basis, but regularly".
"Monthly...? the big man says slowly.
He lowers his pack, rifles through it a moment and comes out with a fishing net, a length of fine jewelry chain and a solid block of silver with the sygil of a griffon rampant stamped on the top.
He hands the chain to Chops, drops the silver bar into the net and hands it to his brother.
"Monthly...? the big man says slowly.
He lowers his pack, rifles through it a moment and comes out with a fishing net, a length of fine jewelry chain and a solid block of silver with the sygil of a griffon rampant stamped on the top.
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He hands the chain to Chops, drops the silver bar into the net and hands it to his brother.
Before Sky'tor has a chance to respond to Eyvindr's latest question, Ragnar hands the latter the net with the silver bar in it. The elder Dorn looks at his younger brother with a puzzled expression on his face. "What would you have me do with this?"
"What would you have me do with this?"
"I have always heeded the old tales, and I know of only one wherin the tracks of wolves arrive once a month. I doubt everyone else would wait for me to fashion a hammer out of it. A makeshift flail will have to do. For now, hang it from your belt."
Ragnar gives her an odd look, like she's begun speaking nonsense. "Hardly priceless. It's a standard weight. Should be worth the same anywhere in the kingdom. We brought it from home in case we needed to purchase supplies, though it is likely more than we will ever need."
As soon as you put your foot inside the doors, you feel as if some great weight has been put on your shoulders. Every step you take is heavy like your feet are made of led. The ground floor of the castle is even larger than you thought looking in from the outside. You can not see much since the the open doors are the only source of light. After a minute of slow walk, though, it is to dark to see around you without light.
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Solvistania, although perfectly capable of seeing in the dark, notices something odd about the floor.
She says quietly.
She murmers an arcane phrase and soft glowing light appears in her hand.
She bends over to examine the floor further...
"Everybody in and close the gates! We don't need to fight two battles at once, we'll deal with the worgs when we leave."
There is no doubt in her voice, no hesitation whatsoever. Her stance shifts and with the verdatch hovering in a guard position she becomes somewhat reminiscent of a dark valkyrie preparing to embrace battle.
Have you discovered anything else, Ragnar?"[/smaller]
The Lantern Bearers are nervous. You can see how their light is dimmed here. Brother, can you see in this darkness?
"Everybody in and close the gates! We don't need to fight two battles at once, we'll deal with the worgs when we leave."
There is no doubt in her voice, no hesitation whatsoever. Her stance shifts and with the verdatch hovering in a guard position she becomes somewhat reminiscent of a dark valkyrie preparing to embrace battle.
Ragnar immediately moves to obey as she speaks, moving much faster than his usual slow and measured pace. Without even waiting for a reply from his brother he is inside the gate and stationed at one of the doors preparing to close it behind them.
Have you discovered anything else, Ragnar?"[/smaller]The Lantern Bearers are nervous. You can see how their light is dimmed here. Brother, can you see in this darkness?
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Eyvindr slams the door shut with Chops. A few moments pass before he responds to his brother's question in a subdued tone of voice. "Yes... I can see... ever since the fall..." He mumbles the last few words and does not complete the sentence.
The elder Dorn then begins to scan the area, keeping one hand on the door as Chops and Gillian fumble to in the dark, trying to brace it shut...
Have you discovered anything else, Ragnar?"[/smaller]The Lantern Bearers are nervous. You can see how their light is dimmed here. Brother, can you see in this darkness?
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Eyvindr slams the door shut with Chops. A few moments pass before he responds to his brother's question in a subdued tone of voice. "Yes... I can see... ever since the fall..." He mumbles the last few words and does not complete the sentence.
The elder Dorn then begins to scan the area, keeping one hand on the door as Chops and Gillian fumble to in the dark, trying to brace it shut...
Solvistania sees the doors cannot be closed completely, and utters a curse in her native High Elvish tongue. Looking around her, she feels like she is trapped in a tomb, and claustrophobia closes in on her, but refuses to be panicked.
She looks at the runes on the floor again, trying to determine if it has been broken, or altered somehow, and also if there is a way to restore or repair it.