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"Almost would need a bloodhound to follow 'is scent in this muck." Saul mutters grimly.
Saul grins and shakes his head. "The lot of you are crazy." The grin widens as he twirls the tomohawk once. "After you, Anatoly."
"No objection here. Leave it to the fates eh?"
Saul's grin widens at Anatoly's comments, then he suddenly shakes his head. "I fear also that Miss Nigrelli has the right of it. If that creature comes back with help, we could be in a world of hurt if they find us here standing around shooting the breeze like it were a sunday picnic."
Saul raises an eyebrow. "Well, some here might dispute this 'their territory" business, seeing as how we're in lands belonging to the great state of Missouri, professor." He then grins. "Or is that whole claiming new territory sort of thing only for England and France, and not for the likes of us 'colonials', eh?" Taking his hat off and mopping his brow, he shrugs. "Anyway, if there's a community of them down here, we're the ones likely to be "cleansed", as you put it. 'specially given we don't know the language while the one with Anatoly's arrow sticking out of 'im does. I suspect that fellow's word is the one they'll go by. But if you think you can communicate with 'em, I'm not exactly opposed to trying. Still, for my two cents, I think our best bet is to not be seen until we have a better idea as to what we're up against." "As to who made the statues..." Saul points up at the carvings. "... I rather suspect this place's current occupants came later than our builders. Those have the look of a fairly advanced people to me."
"Well, it's somethin'. That's for sure." Saul says, pushing his hat back further on his head. "Wonder what those iron beams and channels are for... support mebbee? Or does somethin' run along them?" He shrugs and looks up at the carvings.
"That's what I was hoping to hear." He grins as he turns and beckons Henry over. "Let's have some light Professor."
"Well, do we want to try sneakin' through the dark, or do we want to try to see if this thing will light up?"
"I do believe that would be wise."
"Might be some sort of oil for light here, professor.' Even so, Saul lets Anatoly take the lead and follows after him in pursuit of the retreating 'grimlock' - whatever that was!
'hawk once more in hand, and drawing a second throwing axe as he moves, Saul moves quickly through the door, following the thing.
Saul grins as the primitive axe clatters by him. The grin slips however as he peers back into the darkness beyond the edge of the flickering light. ”I'm bettin' this thing has friends somewhere down there... Anatoly? We need'in to kill it here 'n now? If so, you'd better be bringing that light Professor, cuz I can’t see a durn thing.”
"Great." Saul mutters as the tomahawk he just threw at the retreating creature goes far wide and clatters against the wall. He starts heading towards it as he tries to keep the thing in view.
Saul stands at the front of the group, tomohawk in hand, and waits for the creature to make a move.
Hahaha
Saul stops himself... barely... from letting out a long whistle at the sight that greets them at the bottom. He pushes his hat back further on his head and listens for any of that howling the professor had warned of. He also scans the battle scene before him, trying to guess at who might have been involved and how long ago this happened... as well as looking for any signs of someone traversing this spot recently.
"Like what, a wolf? Sure you're not just hearin' things Professor?"
"That it is. Welp, it's either onwards or backwards...shall we?" Saul says, heading towards the stairs, testing them carefully with one leg before putting his weight on them.
"Well.. I've seen a fair bit in my time, but this 'ere does take it I do believe." Saul remarks in his Southern drawl. Holding a torch in one hand and a tomahawk in the other, he moves slowly forward, watching for traps, or sinkholes, or just anything at all that looks like it might be worrisome.
<-- Is here. (and apparently will be checking this thread more often now. :P)
Oh hey. There was a ping. ;)
It was actually. Quite intriguing Rizzen. I am curious as to what we've stumbled upon. Still though, I am more than ready / anxious to slip back into my old Aiel ways. ;) I thought you did great Finn and I've enjoyed playing with you. Since Rizzen has already opened up the other to invitation, if Wheel of Time holds any interest for you, I'd say you should definitely check out the other campaign as well.
Saul chokes back a laugh and grins with amusement.
Saul moves near William. His gun is also at the ready just in case...
"Well, whatever the case may be, this river didn't start cutting through here yesterday. This has the look of a main thoroughfare... a grand entrance at one time. That entrance is now swallowed by river. Whomever used to live here, I'd say they're long gone." Saul moves closer to the artwork, peering intently at the figures. "Very queer. I wonder who this feller was."
"Eh. Like possessed brush perhaps?" Saul ensures his new pistol is loaded and his powder dry and joins the others.
Saul finally remembered to close his mouth, his jaw having dropped at the revelation that Finn seemed able to work... miracles? Yes, best to think of it as a miracle. The other possibilities didn't bear thinking about. He shook his head and, perhaps more out of superstition than anything, made the sign of the cross. As the others return to inspecting the stone, Saul keeps watch and sees if he can salvage any of the powder in his powder-horn. "How long ago would you guess you were ambushed professor?" He floated downstream, so that means whoever attacked him could still be ahead of us. Or headed this way."
Saul jumps in to try to aid Will, one hand on the rope so as to not get swept away.
Saul grunts at Isabella's antics with the 'mosquito' and shakes his head. "If even the mosquitoes get that big around here... we're in trouble." He sloshes a few steps then looks about frantically. My hat! Where's my hat? He peers about until he spots it tangled in some brush. Retrieving it, he fidgets with it in his hands as, wet and bedraggled, the man frowns up at the ledge then at his companions. Most soaked through, no telling how much powder ruined, and ... by god, is that man crying? Saul makes a quick, confused sweep of the area. Everyone seems alright, we didn't lose nobody, though I do feel like I got chewed up and spat out. His gaze returns disbelievingly to Finn for a long moment, then he turns his head away. What the hell did I get myself into? We are in trouble, mosquitoes or no. Fingers tighten on the hat that had been with him since Santa Fe. Saul lifts it, sets it on top of his head, water sluicing down his already soaked face and body, and pulls it down tight. All was right again. Ignoring Finn for now, he didn't know what was wrong with the man and thought it best not to draw attention. Give the Northerner a chance to pull himself together. "Well, what are we waiting for? That brush isn't going to clear itself." ***** He tossed some brush aside and grunted, the parts of him where the vines had constricted worse than first thought as the bruising tightness set in. Ill be dammed. TIS A FACE! Saul looks up puzzled at Anatoly's shout, then steps back for a better look with the others. His jaw drops. "What the hell?" He exclaims, then scratches his head. "That's.... different." As 'different' as possessed vines trying to drown people...
Saul is leveled.
I was toying with the idea of changing up too, when I saw that we weren't getting any bites on the recruitment page. I could potentially go with maybe a native druid or oracle, if needed. Not that I want to say bye to Saul, but we do need some sort of healer. Also, are you wanting to continue in the healing class Finn? or was this just for a level or two?
Saul goes limp in the grip of the vines and ceases to struggle.
Whagguhle!!" Saul protests in surprise, his yelp cut off as she disappears beneath the surface. Desperately, he writhes and grips at the vines, trying to tear free.
Saul gasps softly and shakes his head. "You lot seeing this? I'd say those are stairs, some with gold running through them. And that must be a door they lead to. How long has this been here I wonder?" He moves closer to the odd door, examining it and running his hand over its edges before experimentally pushing to see if it would open.
Saul follows.
"Good idea. With your permission Miss." Assuming Lamquee doesn't have any objections, Saul begins poling towards a likely landing place.
"Well, this keeps gettin' more and more curious. Let's get a closer look?
I suppose we could if you have an interest Will. If our talented guide here hasn't seen it before, not much telling how long it has been hidden from view. Might be it has some historical significance. Have you seen anything similar elsewhere in these parts Miss Lamquee?
"Next? North, and the then the great wide West." Saul replies to Finnegan with a grin, apparently in a better mood after the night's rest. Although as he stretched, spine popping as he leaned back, he thought he felt... hollow... was the word for it. Weaker than he ought to. "Vampires I heard someone call them. Wasn't natural whatever they were. The priest and that gnome both attacked us. She's dead and the priest ran off." After Finishing breakfast, he begins loading the raft with their supplies and tools, preparing to depart.
"Our pleasure sir." Saul says, offering his hand to Wilhelm. "I'm glad we could be of some assistance. I'm sure you'd have done the same." He looks about for his companions. "Is everyone else in one piece?"
Saul shrugs disgustedly then looks pointedly at Isabella before responding. "Now unless our great 'crusaders' have it in mind to go hightailing it in the darkness after whatever the hell that was or look for some other trouble, I say we take up defensive positions, set watches, and high-tail it out of here first light."
"What? Who? Where?" Saul glances about in confusion...
As the volley rocks the clearing, Saul runs - stakes in hand - towards the grisly scene.
Saul runs and pulls up a couple tent stakes and starts to head towards the gnome.
Saul's jubilation is short lived as his shot seemed only to have grazed the fleeing priest. As the creature recovers and disappears into the gloom, the gunman pushes himself to his feet and reloads as he looks about him, trying to make sense of the confusion.
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