Hello, DM Rizzen.
We've played before, and if recruitment is still open, I'd like to try my hand at a Half-Elven Ranger.
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Ready a shotgun in case it turns out to be undead. ;)
Looks a bit dead...
Isabella joins William, her Elven eyes eagerly seeking tracks she might follow to where the grimlocks came from -- and where the lone survivor fled.
Sorry for not posting. It's been a... busy couple of days.
"Time to hunt," Isabella says, pocketing her dollar.
"The ayes have it, big man," Isabella says, grinning at the burly Orc. She flicks the coin into the air, then slaps it flat on the back of her hand...
"Toss of the coin, then?" Isabella suggests. "Heads we go hunting, tails we high-tail it out of here?" The Elf brings out a silver dollar...
"If we're staying, I vote we go on the hunt," Isabella says. "Better that than have him come back with his chums and jumping us when we're mot expecting it."
"Is this... magic of some sort?" Isabella asks, hesitant. "Or something else?"
"I think the sneaking ended with the first bloodshed," Isabella says, shaking her head. "If there's other critters down here, they're sure to've heard. Or else they'll be forewarned when their guard fails to report in."
"Let me guess," Isabella says, "you boys want to go check up there for more grimlocks."
"Rushing into dark places, always trouble," Isabella sighs as she speeds up. Sword leading the way, she lashes out at the first grimlock she can reach...
As the group advances, Isabella takes the precaution of marking the tunnel wall to show which way the group went, using the stone axe she picked up.
This is strange. I suddenly got a flashback to the start of the movie "Resident Evil 2"... o_o
"Yeah, so it didn't have any friends right here," Isabella says, "but it might be going to get them. Follow or retreat, lads? Best decide quickly."
"Hold up," Isabella says, moving forward and stooping to snatch up the stone axe - 'No such thing as too much cutting power' - "do these things talk? Think? Reason? 'Cause if it doesn't have buddies, why didn't it charge? And if it does have pals... why aren't we getting out of here? We could be badly outnumbered."
"Maybe it's full up on corpse-meat?" Isabella suggests.
Isabella makes the Sign of the Cross and mutters a prayer for the fallen - then points her sword at the moving shadow. "Company," she says, simply.
Grumbling under her breath, Isabella follows at the back of the group. She keeps her sword in hand as she goes - just to be safe.
"Here's where it's usually a solid idea to drop a torch or something down," Isabella says. "'Cept with all this water, it'd go poof before we could see anything."
"Meh," Isabella says, smirking. "I've seen catacombs before. It's all pretty much the same past the little details. Stone. Darkness. Cold air. Peril in aforementioned darkness. Buried wealth, sarcophagi and bones."
Pong. :p
"That," Isabella says, "hurt."
"Not a blessed clue," Isabella says as she squats next to Finnegan and stares at the darkness. "We were never what you'd call close even before she started going senile and started showing off the witchery where it shouldn't be seen. I'm trying to recall if she ever mentioned anything..." Even as she casts her mind back, Isabella unconsciously casts the web of her thoughts outward.
"Hold on there, young fella," Isabella says, imitating a Yankee drawl. "I think our sneaky experts might have a look at the door before we go any further, yeah? Anyone who has - or had - so much money that they'd plate the walls with it would've made arrangements to make sure they could keep it."
"I'm no mapmaker," Isabella says, eyeing the murals, "but all of this speaks clearly to me. 'We are here. We are great. We are here to stay and we are wealthy.' So where are they? Why weren't there any guards on the door we came through? Why don't we hear any armcries now? Are all the people who lived here and in these other cities dead, or are they lying in ambush, waiting to jump on us as soon as we go through that door?"
Internet trouble. AGAIN. sigh.
Isabella gives Finnegan a flat look. "Don't take any baths in front of me," she says with humour that is so dry, it is practically desiccated. "I don't know what I'd do if I found out you float now."
"Might as well," Isabella says with a brief sigh. "Hope it's warmer in than out so I'll dry out a bit. We'll need torches or something, though; Elven eyes are keen at night, but not in absolute darkness."
"Who would abandon something like this?" Isabella wonders out loud. She draws her shortsword, eyebrows lowering. "Why would anyone abandon something like this?"
Isabella glances away from the rock-face to look at the Professor -- and her eyes narrow. "Maledizione, the spell-slingers are crawling out of the woodwork now!" she growls. "Or the river, in your case. I know you're no witch though, Englishman, 'cause you weren't all that buoyant."
"I say we light a fire and dry out before we do anything else," Isabella says as she eyes the face up and down, her eyebrows lowering in thought. "Tss. I wonder, I wonder. Who - or what - could have made such a thing...?"
"You might want to learn to keep that under your hat," Isabella says in a warning tone. "You're a solid man, so we won't set you on fire, stone you or throw you in a pit with starving dogs, but others might."
"Terrible?" Isabella repeats, one eyebrow raised. "What's so terrible about it? The wild holds power, yes. You walk the edge of a blade every day you step out of the circle of fire and stone. But that does not make the wilderness terrible, it simply . You treat it with respect and you stand strong, you don't try to demonize it."
Isabella's eyes widen as she stares at Finn. "You're not like Granny Nigrelli, are you?" she asks, suspiciously. "Only I'm not too sure I'd like to travel with a witch."
"Maledizione!" Isabella curses. "Get bandages and herbs ready, this poor soul's stuck clear through the body!"
"Here, hold these!" Isabella shouts to James and tosses him her coat pistol and gunpowder horn, then her coat before she leaps into the water and strikes out for the thrashing body. She feels stronger for all her recent experiences, somehow, more in tune with the natural world around her... James may be startled to find out just how heavy the Elf's coat is; there is actual armour plating sewn into the lining!
"Nevertheless, it is!" Isabella growls as she hacks at the recalcitrant plant once again. "Deal with it!"
"" Isabella shrieks as she bats away the fronds and vines reaching for her. "Glah! Stupid shrubbery! Somebody light a fire!" The next instant, she slashes at the vines holding Saul again.
"Yes, our enemies come in alphabetical order!" Isabella shouts. "Next it'll be Xolotls, Y-Y-birds and rabid Zebras! Now get over here and help me before he drowns!"
"Maledizione!" Isabella swears. The Elf yanks her sword out of the sheath and splashes forward, slashing at the killer vines, trying to cut them loose of Saul. "Help me!" she calls to the others.
"There's a thing," Isabella says, wobbling a bit but managing to keep her footing. "More pressing question: does it lead anywhere dry? 'Cause sweet as golden stairs sound, they're not preferable to dry boots."
... Thog no understand? ^^; I've bought a signal booster, but there are some technical difficulties there, too. I only have so many wall-sockets.
No, I live outside town limits, on the first floor. My landlord swears to high and low that there's a problem with my computer, but the signal is just weak. From time to time, it craps out.
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