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Hi all, I am terribly sorry for disappearing for so long. I just got out of hospital and have been without internet access for two weeks. I’m getting myself back together and it’ll take me a few days to catch up. Please bear with me while I do so. Once again, I apologize for my absence.
It's now been two weeks since the last of the players put in their actions. Still no sign of our GM? Have lost them?
I think we've gotten everyone's actions except Sirusk. I don't know if he's back yet, or if we should wait to bot him until tomorrow.
Asa turns to the suddenly active statue. "Not to say 'I told you so', but this guardian may be reacting to our enchanted equipment." She gracefully reaches into her bandolier and pulls out a flask and a small vial. Her practiced fingers quickly pour the contents of the vial into the flask one handed. A thick acrid smoke begins to slowly pour out of the mouth of the flask as she lobs it at the ancient representation of the God of magic.
Asa slowly traces the blood until she is startled by the gate klanging shut behind them. "Our quarry came through the doors over here. May the almighty Thoth grant us safe passage."
Asa bends down to check the floor for any remaining traces of the bloody tracks.
"They must of come this way, but which door did they go through?"
Asa steps down into the darkness. "Hmm, we travel through the starry night to the afterlife of the ancients." She kneels and carefully brushes her long delicate fingers along the dustless floor. "Something or someone must keep this place clean. Either way, our interloper passed beyond that gate. So, I must assume that is where we go next ourselves."
Asa taps her temple. "I'm good, but thank you for the light. It's best if we all can see the dangers down there." She waits for Nimaethep to open the door. "I'll take point, keep an eye out." Slowly descending into the darkness, Asa watches for danger.
Asa studies the floor for a moment, following a line faint rust colored smudges. "Well, it's enough to say that a group of people came in before us and went into the crypts. But only one of them came back up." Asa looks up at Cerastes. "Looks like you've got yourself a claim jumper at the very least." She walks over to the chest on the eastern wall. "I wonder, would we be safer putting our magic items in here, or taking them with us."
Asa quickly looks around the room. "That door leads to the crypts below, but there are restrictions." She points to the northern door. "The inscription over the chest says that magic items aren't allowed downstairs. The high priest would watch over items left in this chest and make sure they remained safe until the visitors returned." "I'm not entirely sure if this was cultural or if there might be a more practical reason to restrict magic items down there." Asa continues. "All visitors where escorted by the high priest. Who would make sure they returned safely." Asa shares all that she can determine from the inscriptions.
With the deadly scythe trap rendered inoperative, Asa looks ahead to the unexplored corridor.
"This door looks safe, Cerastes, Akil-Khalid, do you two want to take point as we enter?"
Asa's eyes follow Sirusk's guidance. "I can also help. Thanks for pointing out the mechanisms. It is refreshing to work with so many who know their way around the dangers of the ancient crypts."
As the group approaches the corridor Asa slows to examine the area thoroughly. "You say this is where your companions were felled?" She takes a few minutes to make sure it's safe.
She shakes her head. "Strange, I'm not seeing any blood. Although quite a few people have gone in there recently, It looks like only one person has made it back out."
Yeah, I had to fix several bookmarks. They're still working on the CSS, It keeps getting a little more like the old site. Bit by bit. Hopefully the backend will be more stable.
Asa watches as Cerastes and Sirusk arm themselves. She frees a crossbow from its straps on her pack, pulls back the string and slides a bolt into its groove. Holding the bow in one hand, she fingers the flasks and vials strapped into their slots on her bandoliers. "Right then, lets see what we find." She turns to the catfolk, "I guess we're taking the lead."
As Asa and her new companions pass through the gate and under that watchful shadow of Pharasma's needle, she glances over at the fresh ruts in the sand. Turning her back on the recent past, she follows her team into the far past. She listens as Cerastes explains what they've explored so far and as Nimaethep prepares. "I also have some passing familiarity with traps of this era. I can walk with her."
Cerastes and Inferis have yet to post since the GMs last post. I don't know if the GM is waiting on them, or if we're all waiting for the GM. I know the recruitment mentioned that the slow pace of the game may have contributed to the other players disappearing.
Asa makes a quick inventory of her gear, spends some time prepping reagents and replacing used extracts from the day before, and readies herself for what is ahead. A quick offering to the ancient Osirian gods. Bastet grant us knowledge of the secrets we require. Anubis forgive our trespasses and watch over us should we fall. Osiris grant us success where we tread. She hefts her massive pack and heads to meet the others at the necropolis gate.
Traveler's Any-Tool (250g) Oh, good! That's a great thought. Thank you!
Home again at last. It'll take me a little while to catch up. I'll try to have something posted tonight. Sorry for disappearing on you guys.
To all my campaigns, this weekend there was a death in the family. I will be traveling to the funeral this week. I have no idea what my posting capabilities will be. Please bot if necessary.
Asa grins and holds up her glass. "Well met all, may the light of a new day bring fortune to out company. Tomorrow we journey once more into the necropolis and maintain your charter's claim." And tonight I spend some time with the sewing needle. She thinks as she fingers one of the tears in her robe.
Asa is somewhat taken aback by the large man's revelation. "They chose not to heed the warnings given and instead put their trust in their honor and their steel to save them. With no respect for the ancient ways the necropolis is a dangerous place." With a nod of thanks to Akil-Khalid she continues, "As long as your serpent is of Wadjet and not Apep we shall have no issues. Besides, నీ పక్కనే ఉన్న స్నేహితుని కన్నా నీవు పాపము తక్కువగా ఉన్నావు.
Ancient Osirian: "you are less of a serpent than your friend beside you."
The sylph steps up to the table with a careful grace that belies her awkward gangly appearance. She carefully smoothes her dusty tattered robes and holds the chair as she sits. Taking a sip of her drink she finally speaks up. "Please pardon my eavesdropping, I know I shouldn't, but I just can't help it. Besides, it's always best to know all you can about a situation before entering it." As she speaks her hair flutters in a subdued breeze. "I think introductions are in order. My name is Asa Basmerit. I am a practical Osirionoligist and healer with a specialty in alchemical remedies. I understand the fatal dangers of the ancients." Her hair flies wildly for a moment. "Unlike those tin plated, overstuffed..." Whatever wind had taken to her hair calms and it falls limp for a moment. She bows her head and closes her eyes for a moment, then looks up again. "Sorry, I spent my morning digging what was left of my previous team from a pile of rubble. I told them it wasn't safe, I was overruled." She sighs. "I'm pretty sure that they lost their charter by now. I'm looking for a way to recoup my investment." She smiles warmly at the assembled group. "And from the sounds of it, you are hiring."
Sliding three silver coins across the counter Asa takes the glass and turns her back to the bar. Sipping her drink she lets the breeze waft the conversations towards her, drinking in the overheard gossip along with the refreshing hydration of the honeyed water. Someone here must be looking to hire. I'd be surprised if there's a team out there who hasn't lost a single member. The boisterous sound of the barkeep sharing the tales of the lottery with a desert walker drift down the bar. She focuses on the table in question as a young catfolk joins them. They've lost four. We'll, let the kitten test the waters, see if the brew is viable. Then, if they're shopping, I can make an offer. A momentary updraft tousles her hair as a look of predatory excitement flashes across her face and is gone once again.
The hot afternoon sun moves slowly across the sky over the Crook. As it begins to sink towards the Khopesh Span, the guards at the boneyard gate begin preparing to close it for the night. In the shimmering distance a figure appears in the empty street. It approaches the gate at an agonizing crawl, obscured by the waves of heat haze. As it approaches Pharasma’s Needle the figure resolves into the form of a tall, awkwardly thin woman. She is dragging a large, makeshift sled. A bloodstained canvas covers whatever the sled carries. The rips in her tattered robes flap in the non-existent breeze, occasionally revealing a fine silvery mesh below. Passing through the gate as the western sky turns crimson and orange, the pale woman throws down the ropes attached to the sled and slumps onto the ground. Once the boneyard gate is secured for the night, a guard steps over, "Ma'am, is there a problem?" As the woman lifts her head, pale blue whorls stand out in the light from the guard's torch. A sudden breeze blows her pale hair from her face. "Fool knights didn't listen. They just wouldn't wait. Now look at them!" The guard lifts a corner of what used to be a tent and recoils. Dented armor and crushed bodies are all that remain. "Yeah, that's what happens when you say, 'It'll take me a few minutes to make this corridor safe. They certainly made a good trigger for this deadfall.' And instead of waiting, all four of them go charging down the hall like a herd of antelope." She sighs, "Next thing you know, I'm digging their corpses out from under a pile of rubble. Now I have to haul them back to the Mausoleum and see the they had an insurance policy with the temple.” She stands with a tired grunt and reaches for the sled leads. ”Do you think a few of you could lend me a hand?" His demeanor softens. ”Yeah, We can spare a few men for one last trip before they go off shift. We’ll get them to the Pharasmins. You go get yourself a drink, find a new team. One that’ll appreciate your advice more.” He waves her off. ”Now get.” The sylph smiles as she drops the rope. ”Thank you, thank you.” She pulls a very large pack out of the sled and hefts it onto her shoulders. The thing is nearly as big as she is. She shuffles off towards the Tooth & Hookah. An hour later, she enters the inn. Dropping her pack, she heads to the bar. ”Barkeep, one meal, and a room for the night.”
Thanks for the selection. I'm just creating the alias and checking in for now. I'll be busy until later tonight. I'm still trying to figure out if this is an appropriate icon, or if I should keep looking. Any thoughts on a more appropriate spell/extract selection? |
