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Krios watches the reactions of the others with a cool stare; some were confused, some indifferent, some prepared. He keep his hand on his blade but lets his eyes drift upwards towards the ceiling to see what dangers may be lurking there.
He tries to anyways before Whitepaw nudges against him, hissing softly and distracting the hunter from the ceiling.
Krios's ears twitch from underneath his hood as she whispers the real reason why she had pulled him over. He would not look up but he would give an imperceptible nod as he spoke. "Ah, I see. We have a word for that in my tongue." Krios says, perhaps a little more loudly than needed. It was certainly the loudest anyone had heard him speak. "An cunnart gu h-àrd." The elf says, waiting to see who understood or did not. Elven: "Danger up above."
Krios does not hesitate, moving forward with Whitepaw at his side. The elevator would be too slow and whatever poisonous gas was being emitted could be ignored for only a short bit. There had to be an escape deeper in.
"Likely. Let's get this moving." Krios says, looking to the others for help in moving the rock. Whitepaw watches as the elf positions himself and begins to push as hard as he can.
Krios folds his arms and settles back against the wall, the cougar settling by his feet. "You have a minute, halfling. Then we will push the rock aside. Be safe." He says softly, giving the halfling a chance to see what may be up ahead.
"Nothing." Krios said, gesturing to the rising elevator. "Let's go down. Whitepaw and I will go first. We'll take another." There would possibly need to be multiple trips with how many of them there were. It also meant that there would be no quick escape.
Krios assists the little halfling, letting his eyes pour over the inside of the sarcophagus.
Krios gives a shrug and joins the young half-elf, grabbing whatever handhold he could to try and pry the heavy lid off.
Krios listens to the two of them discuss the circumstances. Whitepaw nuzzles against the man's leg, looking up almost questioningly at the hunter until a frustrated sigh left him. "I do not care what he says. All that matters is what he does." Krios says, saying more in that sentence than he likely had since they travelled up towards the cairn. When asked for the broken finger, he produces it and offers it to Ashlynn.
Krios, happy to be reunited with his feline, watches as the others practice their magic. Giving them a moment, he would clear his throat and nod towards Nym. "Down we should go." The elf said simply enough, making his way towards where it would rise again.
"If we have no way of disabling it, we should return to the others then." Krios mentions after Ashlynn and Mac both seem stumped at what to do next.
Krios stops with a perfect stillness, the arrow still taut and glowing. Not a muscle moves as she investigates the switch on the floor and the magic emanating from it.
Krios approaches the mouth in the wall carefully, waiting to hear from Ashlynn is she detects anything immediately dangerous. Once it was clear, he would cast light upon an arrow and aim down the hole. Firing the shot, he would watch the lit bit of stone fly down the chamber and study its course. Perhaps it would hit stone, perhaps it would disappear into a shaft downwards, or maybe something in the darkness would take it.
"Seems fair enough. Let's move forward." Krios says, drawing his long blade but holding it tightly beside him to compensate for the close walls beside them. With the light behind his shoulder, the hunter would begin to head deeper into the dark.
Krios gives an order to the large feline accompanying him, the beautiful cougar growling for a moment before settling nearby the others who were staying here. "Whitepaw will protect you down here. Just stay by her side, she will not follow if you head deeper." He then grabs ahold of the chain and begins to climb up.
Climb Check:
Krios quietly moves over, looking up towards where Khatin was high above them. The monk seemed safe enough and had a source of light to protect her. There still remained the mystery of the sarcophagus itself. "We should see if there is another way there. Otherwise, we may be trapped down there and there will always been someone stuck up here, it seems." The elf suggests to the group.
Krios frowned momentarily at the mention of using the wolf's body as a detector for traps. The hide was relatively intact on each of them, their killing blows having been swift strikes. Yet the situation was getting more harrowing as they delved deeper. "I'll bring a body. Someone should watch Khatin." The elf says quietly, nodding for the large feline to follow him back the way they came to bring back a wolf's carcass.
I have returned! I am feeling much better, despite how hellish our move was this time around. I shall get up to date shortly.
Huzzah! A full party then! I look forward to it.
I am still here for it as long as you have the time and energy to get it going still. I totally understand if people want to let it lay and rest though.
I'll keep checking in as I see notifications. I do hope they're okay.
Unfortunately, I think it is too. Over a month of silence is pretty indicative. It makes me sad, I was rooting for us.
Anyone get any updates at all?
No worries! My family and I have caught Covid after the holidays so take your time. Hope you're all well.
Happy Holidays folks. Take care of yourselves and your loved ones.
No rush, no worry. I was just touching base with everyone. I expect us all to be very touch and go until after New Years.
Just checking in with everyone. I know the holidays are quickly approaching and that can cause a whole bunch of problems. I hope you all have a terrific time.
Krios jumps back as a trap activates, covering the elven man in flame for a moment. When he steps out of the flame, coughing and burnt but still alive, a breath that the elven hunter had not realized he was holding was released. He gave a small look towards Nym, watching to see if the man was truly alright even after Ashlynn's healing touch. Once he was sure that he was alright, he would rummage through his back and take out the purple lantern. "An ancient battle? Zosiel? None of these names mean anything to me." Krios says, shrugging lightly. "It'll likely interest our employer though. Good work." With the lit torch he had burned the cobwebs with, he would place it inside of the lantern and nod to the others. "I am going to place it where it belong. Perhaps it'll trigger something. Be on your guard." Krios would whisper to Whitepaw to stay put, the cougar complaining in soft mewls as their master made their way down the hallway towards the hook before securing it where it seemed to belong.
"Well...that is that then, I suppose." Krios says after they all share a moment holding their breath. Whitepaw yawns and scratches behind their ear.
"I have the finger." Krios says, speaking up. He moves beside the sarcophagus, taking the cold marble finger from his pocket. Giving a look to the others, he carefully moves to place it back where it had been broken from.
Krios looks over the area with narrowed eyes, his heritage making the room that much brighter. A small sigh escaped his lips as he looked down at the sarcophagus, shaking his head slightly. "I hate this." Ashlynn moves ahead and begins to examine the sarcophagus. At first, the elf quickly moved to try and stop her but saw her resist the urge to touch the marble resting place of some humanoid creature. "It is too quiet." Krios says to the others, Whitepaw weaving between his legs as he stalks about the room. Each colored lantern was noted before he looked towards the purple one they had found and the green one hanging up above. "You mentioned that there were colors up above, in the mural, right? Maybe this is a puzzle of some sort." Krios states as he studies the bas relief. He reaches down and feels for the marble index finger, looking to see if the figure is missing it.
Sorry, the coming holidays have been crazy for me so I apologize for the lateness. I got Krios moving forwards.
"Indeed. Still...we must go forward." With the torch in one hand and his blade in the other, perched on his shoulder, Krios would move down the stairs and into the green, terrible light. A chill runs down his spine slowly as he does so before he steels himself.
"Hand me the torch." Krios asks of his companions, setting the flame to the cobwebs.
"It was in the wolves' den. Maybe it will be useful further in." Krios remarks, turning towards the green light up ahead. Brandishing his blade once more, the hunter would take the lead into that nightmarish light to see what else the cairn had to offer to them.
"Colors, eh?" Krios says from behind the others, lifting up a lantern of indigo metal and inlaid with indigo glass panes. He also had what seemed to be a beautifully crafted armband, unmistakably elven in origin with a leaf motif. He also had what appeared to be a marble index finger that seemed like it belonged on a statue. "Maybe one of these will does what you need. Are they enchanted at all, Ashlynn?" Krios asks, offering out the items for the group to inspect.
"Maneaters..." Krios thought to himself as he looked over the scattered bones around the den after entering into being mostly animal but there were a few human remains as well. It was wise to eliminate this pack, lest the despoilers react violently and begin hunting down every pack they could. His eyes flickered in dark before he created a sheen of light upon his blade, letting him see clearly within the wolves' den.
I'm really laidback. I'm good for continuing as long as we have a group for it :)
Everyone doing okay? I know we're heading slowly into the time where the holidays destroy all scheduling.
Krios stays still for a moment after the wolf has been slain, the sudden crack of its neck giving way to a still body. When there is no other movement, the hunter cleans the blood off of his blade and looks to the others. "When we are done here, I ask your help moving the bodies out of here. They will need to be cleaned and harvested, so their deaths aren't in vain." Khatin's sad expression is noted and for a moment, there may have been a look of appreciation in elf's eyes as he turns back to the cave properly. "Ashlynn, Nym, you both seem to be knowledgeable of strange things. I'll look in their den, you look at the murals?" Krios offers, calling Whitepaw behind him as he makes his way towards the lair of the wolves.
Sorry for the quietness on my side folks, bad migraine these past few days. I'll get a post up tonight.
It was with a cold efficacy that Krios put down the wolf, silently apologizing for intruding upon the wolf's den. Their meat would be useful later, once their hunt through this cairn was finished. With a quick whistle, Whitepaw moves after evading the wolf's attack and quickly ends up flanking the beast alongside its master. The cougar snaps out again, this time with claw and fang, looking to seize into the wolf and open an attack for their master. After the flurry of claw strikes and snarling bites, Krios seized his opportunity and aimed to eviscerate the wolf cleanly and bring it swift death.
Sorry for not being clearer, just a line that says "Round X" , X being the round we're currently in. No worries! Thank you for clarifying, I appreciate it.
"From now on, let's preface our combat posts with the current round..." I apologize, I'm in the midst of working and my brain is just not firing on all cylinders. What info are you wanting us to preface our combat rounds with? I just want to make sure I'm doing it right :)
ROUND 1 The wolves move in towards their targets, prompting the elf and the feline to react. With a quick word, Krios indicates the target they are going for. Whitepaw moves in quickly, moving to the corner of the wolf north of Nym before biting at his back leg.
With Whitepaw biting and dragging at the wolf, Krios charges in with his curve blade glinting in the green light. He slashes at the wolf's neck, aiming to put the beast down.
Whitepaw turns to see the dangerous creatures that are emerging from the eastern side of the room, the cougar growling low and angrily as a threat. Without an order from their master, Whitepaw waits for Krios's signal before striking.
With the light at his back, Krios and Whitepaw carefully make their way towards the raised dais. His eyes glimmer in the dark, reflecting what little light there was there waiting for him. There were sounds everywhere, the whispers seeming to almost echo what could be construed as words. The tongue was unknown to him though as he looked back to the others. "Do you hear that? It sounds almost like...words..." He whispers, watching the dark corners of the ceiling as well as ahead. Spiders are unusual size were always a danger in places like this.
I'll get a post up soon! The heat here in Texas, coupled with a bad A/C and allergic reactions, has been killing me.
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