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Nehyril mutters at the zealous eagerness of the undine, but turn to follow him nonetheless. "Slow down you dast idiot! Unless you think you can take on the whole cavern by yourself!" As he moves towards the caves, Nehyril also calls back to Janira. "And keep an eye on that thing's corpse. One of those horns could make a fine memento."
As Nehyril picks his way through the brush to inch closer to the water, his eyes widen in shock as the Varisian's...whatever, vanishes from sight under a single blow. Hells! That thing was one of our heavy hitters. Definitely best to keep out of reach then. Once again smiling inwardly at the wisdom of his particualr speciailization, Neyril shoots off a third arrow as he breaks through the undergrowth. for
Nehyril advances out of the cavern and blinks as his eyes adjust to the brighter light of day. Seven of them, one minotaur? Good. Vast difference between Janira and reinforcements? Not good. Nehyril grits his teeth as he moves closer to the river. As he approaches, he lets loose an arrow from his bow. At least he might help provide the bard a nice distraction. (+5 normal,+1 inspire courage, -2 for just outside of range increment) for
Well, she certainly is, theatircla Nehyril thinks as he hears Janira's distant cries. Then, hearing his colleagues at he lead of the train call for a hot, the half-elf peers forward and glimpses thee semi-transparent edges of he Ozzie creature ahead. He frowns. The cramped corridors leave no room to maneuver, much less get a clear shot. Desperate for a clear path, Nehyril ducks down the tunnel to the right and advances, pausing at the first opening to lie in wait. [ooc] Last day away, so still can't move my piece. Nehyril will move five squares along the southern cave passage to stop where the passage splits. He'll then wait to see if the ooze advances forward so that he can fire an arrow at it (it'll still have cover, but in these quarters it's the best he can see :) )
As the gnome and undine prance about the modelled city, Nehyril remains standing back towards the cavern walls. He is not much for rituals on the best of occasions, much less to honor those not strong enough to endure. Eyeing the centipedes roaming the room carefully, Nehyril instead speaks out towards the gillman being ignored nearby. "Not to interrupt you Uori, but you mentionned turmoil in these caves, and others who aren't particularly friendly. Are there things we should be concerned about living in these caverns? And what about you: do you stay here alone ordo you have people nearby?"
"Paintings of painting. I'll never understand art..." Nehyril mumbles quietly to himself. He thens shakes his head and turns to face the others. "These markings here seem to relate to Aroden painting the City at the Center of the World. Any of you know much about the Dead God, or why he'd be honored in a random cave?"
Nehyril watches with first concern, then bemusement, then finally something approaching irritation as the rest of the party slowly debates their method of crossing before finally joining him and Z'hor'll at the other side of the pit. I am beginning to understand why the society wanted to keep a sitter alongside us for this mission. Once the group is settled on the far side, Nehyril clears his throat. "All right. Now that that's done with, we might as well complete the assignment we were given: map these caverns as best we can. Zor, you're...aquatic. Do you know anything about gillmen that might come in handy? Shoa-," Nehyril catches himself mid-word. Courtesy, always courtesy if not unearned "Verrak: is your...companion any good at scouting or navigating? If so bring him forward; he can help me up front."
"The magic bits? Not a clue" Nehyril picks up a tangleroot bag and tosses it gently in the air before catching it. "But I've gotten plenty of practice with the rest before. Could definitely come in handy..." Nehyril stows the clutched tangleroot bag in a pocket, and pickss up one of the alchemist fires to join it. He then looks around to get the lay of the cavern, trying to see where exactly they've fled to.
Also, if the caves are dark (as I'd assume), Nehyril will light a torch. Low-light vision time!
Nehyril stands stunned for a moment. He had trained to be prepared for things like this, and even faced a few monstrous beasts before himself. But the it is one thing to brace oneself for the idea a hulking brute like the minotaur before them; it is another to face one in person. But then the moment passes, and Nehyril snaps back into focus. "R-right, the caverns," he confirms. Resolve seeps back into his voice as he continues. "Move quick, stay quiet." Nehyril barks through gritted teeth at his fellows. "Tori, are you any good with your god's glaive? Once you get inside the caves set the point towards the entrance; if that thing doesn't take Janira's bait it might come charging after us and every extra hit may count." For his own part Nehyril hustles into the cliff face's cracked entrance raising his bow as he moves. Once inside a ways, he cocks an arrow expectantly behind him towards the entrance, pointed ears trying to hear what's occuring in the clearing.
Having quickly redrawn his bow, Nehyril looks back up to discover that both creatures have been dealt with. A mixture of relief and disappointment breifly flits accross his face before the half-elf shake it off and moves back towards Janira. "Anyone get bit by one of those things?" Nehyril scans their surroundings warily, his weapon still slightly drawn. "Two beasts against a party this side would imply these two were either stupid, starving, or desperate. Either way, we should keep our guard up. Janira, how far past the rocks are these caves?"
"Why come to the society?" Nehyril's lips tighten slightly as he carefully chooses his words. "All across this world there are things that have become lost. Ruins, artifacts, magic. Wonderful things, important things, and yes sometimes even beautiful things," he nods acknowledgeingly at Tori. "But also dangerous things. Just because something's buried don't mean it can't come back up. And if people don't know what's out there, what could they do to defend against it? So if the Society's willing to investigate what's out there, then all the better for it. Bring the mysteries out into the lightl. Because the more we learn, the more we can prepare, and I for one like to be prepared."
As the Master leaves exits the room Nehyril looks around, appraising his fellow expedition-mates. Well, isn't this a varied bunch. A roaming Shoanti, two skyborn, and a...something. Do the wonders never cease? The half-elf rises from his seat and returns the nod to his fellow half-elf. "A pleasure Verrak. And, Zorel was it?" he inquires of the blue-skinned ally. Processing the short instructions Shaine and Janira had presented, Nehyril asks a question of his own to the halfling. "You say you spent some time before scouting the cave systems in the area. Were there signs of any other tribes orpotential hazards we should be prepared for?"
Nehyril looks up from his seat at the new arrival. His eyes catching the warrior's brooch, he smirks before returning his attention to re-stringing his bow. Let's hope it is. It certainly feels like we've been waiting here long enough. *TWANG* The bowstring snaps as the half-elf tightens it to far. With a blush and a grimace, he reaches into the pack beside him and retrieves another. The name's Nehyril. So, do you know who else is coming along on this trip or is it just us two and the wandering rose over here? he asks, nodding to the Shelynite nearby. |
