"There's another door around the bend here. Anyone care to take the lead or..."
Bos shrugged and moved to open the door ahead.
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Bos scrunched up his face in slight confusion at the Avon battlecry but was quickly brought back to his senses when a swirling ball of rubble launched itself down the hall. "Right then," he said and hurried down the hall to, hopefully, finish off the cultist.
Bos is also at the ready for whatever may come.
Bos snorted, "They wouldn't be the first ones to do so, I'm sure.” He started back toward the barred door with the intent of pointing their sentient battering ram at it. “Actually, it makes ya wonder, what’re we doing here?” Bos kicked one of the corpses in his path, “We’re not wearing the same robes as them and something hit us hard enough to knock some memories loose. I’m guessing we came here to stop something from happening.” Bos paused for a moment, “Which means we probably failed. Either that, or we were meant to be sacrifices. In which case, they definitely failed.”
"Seems awfully similar to the carving back in the other room, yeah?"
"I knew I could count on ya'll," Bos said as he stepped over the bodies.
"Looks like there are...black lines..." Bos muttered as he wiped away some of the caked on dust.
Hearing the tell-tale sounds of more creatures being cut down, Bos made his way down to the room with the others. [b]"What's all the commotion?[/ooc]
Bos looked up from the star pattern just in time to see Krugga cutting down another one of the things. "No time to rest, I s'pose." He stretched and moved back down the catwalk.
"Now hold up a moment," Bos said. He wiped his blade clean on one of the corpses. "There were an awful lot of them in here. Are none of you curious about this thing?" He moved over and to inspect the center of the dais.
Bos let out a chuckle as the cultist at his feet twitched. Look at her go! Bos thought as Krugga decimated two more of the things. He almost felt bad at how these things were coming to their end at her hefty axe. Almost. He turned his attention to the one who had slipped by and lashed out with his blade.
While not as impressive as Krugga's it did the job just the same.
WAGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! Smartest Skald
Bos followed the others into the room and headed down one set of steps. Not keen on having another bite taken from his flesh, he readied himself for any possible attack.
SO, I had marked where I possible would go on slide 3 since that's the one where the map is a background and not a movable image. But it looks like we're sticking with slide 1? Maybe we should color code all of the enemies and just delete them as they are killed? That might clear up some confusion.
Bos’ smile flickered for just a moment as he watched the thing devour a piece of Bos’ shoulder. An instant later, the thing was no more and Jediah was already working to infuse the wound with healing magic. ”Thank you,” he looked to each of them, “All of you. It seems I’m still a bit groggy from before. I’ll need to do better.” Bos pointed to the the door to the north with the tip of his blade. “I’m still for wiping out any of their friends that might be hiding out in here.” And he moves to open the door.
We were but Krugga opened the door:
"Oh, we're eager all right!" Bos said through gritted teeth.
We were where our tokens were: Bos followed the others into the room and passed the freshly minted corpses. "I don't know about ya'll but, this feels like a pretty good day so far!"
"Well, unless one of you moonlights as a laborer of some sort, I don't think we're getting this door open," Bos said. He pointed back at the southern door, "I s'pose we'll be heading that way after all." And, unless someone offers up any suggestions, he will step over the corpse and into the southern hall.
WIth that, Bos opened the northern door.
"Given that this fella," Bos tapped the corpse with his boot, "came from this direction, should we head back that way?" He gestured toward the northern doorway. "I figure, if we head up these stairs here" "we might run the risk of this guy's buddies coming up after us. And we don't know exactly what's up there waiting for us."
“Well, Nokhir, Jane, Jediah, Krugga,” Bos nodded to each as he said their names, then he pointed a thumb at his chest, “Bos Murga.” The half-elf knelt by the bisected thing on the ground. “Somehow, we all made our way in here. Maybe we were trying to stop something from happening? I recall a bright light then hitting the wall…hard.” Bos rose back to his feet, letting out a low groan as he did. “Safe to say that we’re on the same side. So, how’s ‘bout you loosen that grip just a bit and we find a way outta here, eh?” Bos said to Krugga. Though he flashed a smile, the point of his own blade was angled just slightly toward the orc.
Bos spared a glance at the other "normal" people in the room with him as reality came back to him, More like snapped into existence, he thought. There has been that light followed by the pain. Had there been an explosion? Something powerful enough to send them all hurling into the wall? No time to worry about it right now, Bos told himself. One of the creatures snarled as if in response. Two of the others had weapons. One had sent a large chunk of the ground flying. Bos looked at his feet and found, what looked like, an oversized rapier at his feet. That'll do, I s'pose, he thought as he gripped the hilt. "Looks like we're fighting our way out, eh?" A large, toothy smile spread across Bos' face and he moved in line next to the orc with the oversized axe, following into a similar stance as her's with his blade at the ready.
We do not. It's set in View Only.
I'm in.
Back btw
I have to make an unexpected trip this weekend so I may be absent until Monday.
Checking in.
"Oh?" Brig leans the longaxe against a wall and rolls his shoulder. Though lugging the weapon around used to be enough to tire the dwarf, months and months of training to wield the weapon effectively had taught Brig's muscles to bear the weight. Brig grins and begins to slip into the training armor. Years of use marked the hard wood with various dents and gouges. "Something special happening today?" Brig asks. "Finally pull that rod out of your rear?" Brig immediately regrets the jest and prays to his ancestors to protect him from Wisslo's ire. "Sorry, sir. It's not been a good morning for us all."
I hadn't intended to kill off Brig's father. But, uh, it just kinda happened? It kinda gives Brig a bigger reason to want to partake in the ritual.
Brig slides his feet out from under his blanket and onto the cold stone floor. The young dwarf curses the early hours to himself and creeps out of the modest home he and his mother share. Linyetta Quartzflare wil not be awake for at least another two hours. She never wakes before the sun, claiming that dwarves “did not fight their way out of the ground just to take the sun for granted.” Brig wrapsa stale biscuit and some smoked sausage in an old scrap of linen. He shoves the package in his pocket and steps outside into the early morning air. Kassen is not awake yet and Brig has always enjoyed the feeling that Kassen was his town while everyone else slept. He made exceptions for the occasional drunkard that might be wandering home after a night of debauchery. With Brolhost’s passing, Brig’s father had left the family smithy in Brig’s hands and, unfortunately, it had seen a steady decline. The smithy was already often forgotten when the townspeople mentioned services to travellers but now, well, now Quartzflare’s Smithy was a few short days from being closed forever. Carpentry nails and horseshoes did not bring in enough coin to justify owning the business. Brig had already been forced to sell off several tools, but he refused to sell the tools his father had brought from Janderhoff. At least, not until he absolutely had to sell them. Brig takes a short break after bringing the forge to temp and eats his meager breakfast. He watches as the glow from Braggar Ironhame’s forge blooms over the houses and sighs. I’m playing catch-up to that grouch meanwhile neither him nor Renet even see us as competition, Brig thinks to himself. ”Who am I kidding?” the dwarf says to no one, ”I’m not competition.” Once the last of his orders is complete (a half dozen door hinges, two shovels, and one pickaxe), Brig starts the process of shutting down the smithy for the day. Waiting around for possible customers stopped being a viable use of Brig’s time months ago and he has since allotted more and more of his day to training with Captain Gregor Wisslo. A short while later, Brig is leaving his home once again, this time with a family heirloom slung over one shoulder and more bounce in his step. The young dwarf tracks down the guard captain and gives the older man a quick wave, ”Morning, sir.”
Monday it is.
I think an Absolute deadline for character finalisation needs to be set so we can start, or this game will die before it's even begun. Fair statement.
Lotta spoon ears in the group...
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