when the room lights up, the dromite, elf, kitsune, half-elf, human, assimar, and drow are revealed.
the female drow in question, reels at the light. She was rather near to Lina. Her leg is bleeding and at an odd angle, and she seemed to be more or less crawling. Her silvery hair seems to be... Running, as if water was dripping through it, for just a moment.
Meanwhile, the man in the darkness is sill groaning.
a grayish blob of goo can be seen slinking away for a moment after it falls out of the woman's hair, before it sinks itself into the ground, vanishing.
After he gets up reality seems to warp and his Horror seems to climb into the material plane and takes his place next to Xexik
"Ah, good. Youre here. Now try to stay as long as you k!an, ok!ay?"
The Dromite turns to find Hanna
"Ah yes, you seem dishevelled quite a bit. Let us find any other survivors, ink!luding the one who k!eeps making all that noise"
The horror seems to notice something, as he begins to move forward into the darkness, Xexik knowingly begins to follow, now sniffing the air
"Be k!areful, there seems to be some k!ind of moving blob of some sort of substance that was attached to the Drow female" he warns
Haruto stirs, and he sits up, eyes fluttering open. They are wide and unfocused, and his motions have a strange jerkiness to them.
He speaks in a voice that echoes strangely in the dimness. "堕落した銀
6つ星の上昇
救世主が死ぬ
すぐに武器への病棟
悪魔の勝利は彼らの敗北は"
Then he blinks, shakes his head, and looks around in confusion.
"Hanna...?" he murmurs, while raising one hand to the back of his head. He feels around and notes that, while it hurts, nothing seems to be broken. "And Lothar...? What... where...?"
He trails off, obviously still not fully conscious in some sense.
Lina starts at the sight of Xixek and his Horror. She grinds her teeth. That thing... Her tension abates a little when she catches sight of Azlana unharmed.
She then turns her attention to the drow. At first she recalls the dark elves' propensity for demon worship, but then the fact that the drow is also injured tempers her suspicion. That, and...when I was waking up...could she have seen me?
Lina internally debates with herself, but as curious as she is, the unconscious elf's injuries are worrying, and the drow wouldn't be running on that leg. She goes to examine the surface elf. "There's a man over there, somebody check on him."
Lothar disregards the thing crawling out of the drow's hair; he has seen far weirder things over the years, but he does note it in case it becomes important later on. "Ueto." Lothar acknowledges the other man with a nod as he stands up checking to make sure his weapon is still at hand. "I would ask how you have been faring, but..." Lothar trails off as he notices something else about Ueto, "Have you always had those tails? No matter. Probably not important right now. Does anybody have any idea what happened?"
"Do not worry half-breed, we shall investigate the man that is injured"
So, since it will be only the two of us there, i wish to roll an intimidate on the man, simply to cause fear, nothing more. then we will determine how "serious" his injuries are
"Hanna?" His eyes finally manage to focus on the elf. "I... I think I'm okay... why would you ask if it's me?"
Suddenly he stops, his hand which he'd been using to massage the back of his head touching one of his vulpine ears.
"Oh..." he murmurs, a bit of surprise visible on his face. It fades into a bit of a grin. "It's the fur, isn't it?" he asks.
Then he catches Lothar's question. "Actually, I only had one when I was born... I grew the other later. Umm, it's... kitsune like me sometimes do that."
"I will keep an eye out for threats. The men of my tribe never focused on learning to help and heal. We were more focused on ensuring that we didn't need it.
...
By killing the other guy first. In case you didn't get it."
hazy memories begin to return- as soon as noon struck, lord hulrun, the ruler of kenabres, stepped out to bless the festival. The man, in shining, beatiful armor took the stage, but soon after he began to speak, a huge, blowing light shone to the west, as if the sun was rising in the wrong direction. The ruler's shadow was cast, huge and disorted, but the shining light. Only a moment later, a violent tremor and thunderous explosion comes, as the wardstone to the west, and the whole fort that contained it, vanished in a plus of fire. A roar sounded out as the guardian of the city, terendalev, shifted from human form to her full, glorious silver dragon form. But soon, a massive humanoid creature, coated in lighting and fire- khorramzadeh- the Storm king of the worldwound. The streets shook and demons poured into the streets from cracks below, as the dragon and Baylor fought above. Soon, the fight was nearly over, the two plummeting to the ground as the Baylor cut deep into terendalev, and the two collapsed into the ground, crashing through the facade of the cathedral. A demon bursts out of a nearby building, causing a crack to run across the ground and open into the cave you're in- there was no escape, as the crack dropped several people into the pit. But trendalev, seeing this, cast one last spell in her final breath- the bodies of nine people, including you, a chubby man, an elf who had lost his eyes to a demon mere moments before, and a human woman, floated down into the pit like feathers, while dozens more tumbled in. And then, it was over in an instant, as trendalev's head was chopped off by the balor, and the rift collapsed shut behind you.
"Do not worry half-breed, we shall investigate the man that is injured"
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the man is barely injured at all. Xexik barely opens his mouth before the man panics and swings with his bare fists. This is not terribly effective, but it's still a swing intended to harm.
However, harm it does not, as the fist cracks agaisnt Xexik's armor fruitlessly, and he whines louder. "you hurt my hand!" complains the man, plenty loud enough for everyone to hear.
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Lina starts at the sight of Xixek and his Horror. She grinds her teeth. That thing... Her tension abates a little when she catches sight of Azlana unharmed.
She then turns her attention to the drow. At first she recalls the dark elves' propensity for demon worship, but then the fact that the drow is also injured tempers her suspicion. That, and...when I was waking up...could she have seen me?
Lina internally debates with herself, but as curious as she is, the unconscious elf's injuries are worrying, and the drow wouldn't be running on that leg. She goes to examine the surface elf. "There's a man over there, somebody check on him."
the surface elf is out cold, and in bad condition. It seems he didn't come down as well as the others. His eyes are comepletly gone, and he has a massive gash on his forehead. He stirs a bit once approached, but doesn't stand.
the drow groans and leans back a bit, getting herself off of her leg. She tries to set it, but fails and cries out in pain, and just slinks into the corner, eyes welling up from the pain.
However, harm it does not, as the fist cracks agaisnt Xexik's armor fruitlessly, and he whines louder. "you hurt my hand!" complains the man, plenty loud enough for everyone to hear.
He let out a sigh
"I suggest you do not try that again human, I may be less forgiving next time, and you do not wish to k!now what we k!an do to you"To emphasise his words, his Horror, with his claws stretched out toward him, it's head tilted far more than anything normal could, it's arms stretching further than they should
"Now, ek!cept for your brash ak!tion that hurt your hand, anything else that is hurt, we do not wish to be burdened by an invalid"
However, harm it does not, as the fist cracks agaisnt Xexik's armor fruitlessly, and he whines louder. "you hurt my hand!" complains the man, plenty loud enough for everyone to hear.He let out a sigh
"I suggest you do not try that again human, I may be less forgiving next time, and you do not wish to k!now what we k!an do to you"
[dice=Intimidate]1d20+12To emphasise his words, his Horror, with his claws stretched out toward him, it's head tilted far more than anything normal could, it's arms stretching further than they should
"Now, ek!cept for your brash ak!tion that hurt your hand, anything else that is hurt, we do not wish to be burdened by an invalid"
the man flinches back and staggers into the darkness a bit. The man is a mess torn between stumbling back into the darkness and staying in the light. [b]"I... Y-you, you don't know who you're dealing with! I'm horgus gwerm, vermin, and I will not be spoken to as if i was some... Peasant!"
"What I'm dealing with is a snivelling worm who ak!ts as if he has a name that will get him out of anything, well, little man, I do not k!are. You are now in need of our protek!tion, I suggest you k!arry your weight, if such a feat is possible"
If it was, say a gnome, or a halfling, such words would be quite comical, but backed by his very obvious armour, and the Horror that was with him, no comedy was to be found in his threat
"Goddess give me strength," Lina says quietly to herself. She tears off a strip of the elf's shirt and presses it to the gash on his forehead.
"Calm down, insect, that man has done nothing to earn your ire, and I won't stand for you threatening him," she says over her shoulder, more calmly than her words would suggest. "If any of you are capable of healing magic, this one has been wounded severely."
"What I'm dealing with is a snivelling worm who ak!ts as if he has a name that will get him out of anything, well, little man, I do not k!are. You are now in need of our protek!tion, I suggest you k!arry your weight, if such a feat is possible"
If it was, say a gnome, or a halfling, such words would be quite comical, but backed by his very obvious armour, and the Horror that was with him, no comedy was to be found in his threat
Horgus doesn't take that well. In that, he stops backing up, his eyes suddenly burning with fury, and stomps right up to xexik.
"I already told you my name, insect. The only reason you don't know it is because you're too unaware to understand what that means. I am a nobleman. You should be working to help me. Or do you really think you can manage in conditions like this, a meltdown from demons, without any wealth to help? I was going to offer you a reward. Assistance. But now, I'm not so sure. Perhaps if you would apologize, I may consider aiding you again- but otherwise..."
well, this was at least sucessful at getting the man to stop whining about his scrapes.
He steps back, looking tha man over
"There you go, good as new, it seems even your hand is fixed. Now, lets get you back! to my fellow survivors and have a proper dok!tor, i think!, look! at you. Mak!e sure there are no unseen damage to you"
the two turn and head back to the main group, slow enough to make sure the man was following
"He seems fine, but if one of you could check! him over, that would be very k!ind. His gripes seem to have vanished, I do not k!now how though"
"Goddess give me strength," Lina says quietly to herself. She tears off a strip of the man's shirt and presses it to the gash on his forehead.
"Calm down, insect, the man has done nothing to earn your ire, and I won't stand for you threatening him," she says over her shoulder, more calmly than her words would suggest. "If any of you are capable of healing magic, this one has been wounded severely."
Haruto is starting to feel more himself. He looks around, taking in the others with him. Hanna and Lothar, a half-elf, a... maybe she was human, or perhaps heavens-touched, a... bug-thing with a horrible looking shadow thing, a drow, a human man, and...
"Oh," he murmurs, seeing the badly-injured elf. "Here, I will come."
As Haruto hurries over to the elf's side, he glances at the dark elf. He was wary of her, of course, but... even the knights of Hell fought against the Worldwound. Perhaps this drow was similar?
"Please hold on, I will get to you next," he says to her, then continues over to the elf, his own aches and pains forgotten.
He kneels next to the wounded elf, holds up his amulet, and murmurs a quiet prayer to Desna. A soft silver glow encircles his other hand, and he reaches out to touch the wound.
Azlana is relieved to see that Lina is safe, and because it is dark, she lights up her halo so she can see more clearly. She listens to all the banter, and since the kitsune was already helping the elf, she goes over to help the drow.
She tells her that it will hurt a lot briefly, since the magic works better if you straighten the leg before healing it. If the drow is willing to do it that way, she prepares the spell first, then as fast as she can, straightens and immediately heals with the prepared spell.
She checks to make sure that it is healing correctly, and then uses some water from her canteen to wash off the blood.
She looks over at Lina
We need to help the injured get to safety.
And you too, of course, Mr. Gwerm. Everything is going to be fine. I know it's been a scary day, but we're going to make it.
She smiles, trying to make it as reassuring as possible.
mr. Gwerm is, likely for the first time in his life, rendered speechless. The elf's bleeding wounds quickly calm down, but far from stop. As he awakes, he starts to stagger to his feet, and binds his bloody wounds.
"Where am I? Who are all of you? Tell me immidiatly."
he's standing tall and proud, as if he was in charge.
"Horgus."
the elf stiffens slightly, but doesn't say anything.
"Anvina." says the drow, to witch both the elf and Horgus sneer slightly, Horgus glancing at her with mistrust, and perhaps a grudge.
"I am Ueto Haruto," the kitsune answers, "And sir, please be careful. You're still badly injured. You need more healing, which I can give you if you will allow."
Assuming the elf does not reject, he'll whisper another prayer.
Xexik walks over to Avina. He puts out a hand
"Greetings Avina. I am k!alled Xexik! It is quite a relief to see another under dweller here." he gives the Drow a bow
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the drow flinches as her leg is set for healing, but grits her teeth and pushes through. It seems the leg is still far from fixed, but it's at least a little better.
"... Underdweller? What are you talking about?"
she stares at xexik a while, slowly realizing that she's talking to a giant bug.
He cocks his head to the side
"You are a Drow, are you not? Your residence is underground. Or am I mistak!en" he asks. Both him and his Horror tilt their heads
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"... No, I've lived in this town my whole life."
she pauses a while.
"... I guess that might be a little odd?"
"Ah. Surface dweller then. I understand. But. If you so wish, I will be willing to talk! about the Underground." he nods and turns to the rest
"Does anyone have an idea of where we are? I would lik!e to get back! to the surface and assess the damage"
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Horgus then. My name is Azlana. Don't worry. We'll find a way out. We just have to work together.
Xexik, you can see in the dark, can you not? Would you please scout for us and see where the exits are in this cavern?
Excuse me, sir Elf, but what is your name? ... Ueto, you need to get him stabilized so we can move. We can't stay here.
What seem to be the likely ways out of here? Are there exits to this cave, or an area where it looks like it would be profitable to clear? If so, she helps Anvina up, and they head in that direction, trusting Lina to help Ueto and the blind elf.
She looks at Hanna and Lothar and motions them to join, not knowing their names, but trusting that they are competent enough to know that they need to get mobile.
"There, that's a bit better," Haruto says. "It's still not healed all the way, and I'm afraid I won't be able to do much about your eyes. We'll... there should be someone left who has more powerful healing magic."
Silently the kitsune prayed that it was true. His hazy memories of their last moments in the sun were not encouraging.
Silver rain... Terendelev. He'd dreamed of Terendelev's fall, hadn't he? But while darkness came with it, so had light. There was still hope. He was certain of it.
"Start searching if you want to know where we are. And my name is aravanshul. The strongest of you should get in the front, and the less martially inclined should tend to the wounded.
the elf seems to think he's already in command, issuing orders. Horgus is practically staring down the blind elf. The elf, naturally, doesn't notice.
"w-wait!" the drow tries to stand and follow as the way out is inspected, and her broken leg crumples as she tries, falling with a scream of pain. It seems the healing magic hasn't fixed it.
Azlana eases Anvina back down, and heals her with all the healing she has left.
She stops trying to get people moving for now, looking discouraged.
after the third spell, the leg seems mostly fixed, if scarred and stiff. The drow stands and tries to walk, and finds herself able. Her face lights up.
"thank you!"
she's practically beaming at azlana. She takes stock of her equipment.
"I've... Only six of my arrows survived the fall, but I'll do my best to make them count."
Haruto looks over Aravanshul, deciding he'd done about all he could for the moment. That done, he decides this place needs more light.
He twitches one of his tails, and four glimmering lights appear in the air in front of him. He waves his tail and the lights float out to the edge of their vision, lighting up a new part of the cave.
when the lights are made to advance, a figure comes into view. It's what seems to be a massive spider, the size of a horse, with a red hourglass pattern on it's abdomen. It's not moving.
"I do not have any ability that lets me see in the dark!. But it does." he motions to the silent shadowy creature
"We shall tak!e point. While my eyes are no better than a human's, my nose is by far more developed"
Once the party is up and ready he starts to move
"Hold up. A spider. K!areful, if it's hostile, we shall tak!e the brunt of it" he lifts his shield and readies his weapon. His Horror begins move, it's unnatural way of almost twitching as it moves, closer to the spider
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As Aravanshul gives orders and Anvina is healed, Lina is distracted by something shiny.
"Well what have we here?" she says quietly, picking up one of the scales from the rubble. She rubs her thumb over the surface. "Silver...Terendelev?" She collects the six scales and then catches up with the others. She's about to announce her find and talk to Horgus and Anvina when the spider is called out.
"Giant spiders, naturally. I, is it dead? It's not moving..."
Azlana gives some arrows to Anvina, and makes sure she is going to be okay, and then they proceed to follow the others (Azlana's halo still giving off light).
When Azlana sees the spider she prepares to shoot it, but then sees that it isn't moving, and hears Lina ask if it is dead, so she waits.
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Horgus then. My name is Azlana. Don't worry. We'll find a way out. We just have to work together.
Xexik, you can see in the dark, can you not? Would you please scout for us and see where the exits are in this cavern?
Excuse me, sir Elf, but what is your name? ... Ueto, you need to get him stabilized so we can move. We can't stay here.
[dice=perception]1d20+8
What seem to be the likely ways out of here? Are there exits to this cave, or an area where it looks like it would be profitable to clear? If so, she helps Anvina up, and they head in that direction, trusting Lina to help Ueto and the blind elf.
She looks at Hanna and Lothar and motions them to join, not knowing their names, but trusting that they are competent enough to know that they need to get mobile.
"if you were talking to me there, my name is Harannra'Prexijandilin, though if that's too annoying Hanna would be fine. she says as she follows them. On seeing the spider she looks wary and prepares to cast a spell if it attacked
I wasn't talking to you, Hanna, but good to know you.
Haruto freezes when he sees the spider, then cautiously moves one of his tail. The lights move with it, dipping near the spider's head, then jerking away.
Lothar keeps to himself during the majority of the various exchanges, but moves forward a short distance behind Xexik, and deliberately not looking near the lights in order to preserve what little night vision he has with so little ambient light. He keeps his Earthbreaker resting on his right shoulder and a firm grip on the shaft directly under the head with his right hand, leaving the grip free for his left hand, ready to bring it to bear at a moment's notice.