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| Subject: Echoes Sat Feb 28, 2015 7:47 pm | |
| Silence often reigns in the dark caverns and twisting corridors, though seldom does the sense of dread hang so heavy in the dusty air. The sentient creatures of the Deep Wastes shuffle about their business with a harried, worn look about them, flinching at every loud sound or sigh of air, and the lesser beasts dare not stray far from their burrows and lairs, ready to scurry to shelter at a moments notice.
Even the cities seem affected, the streets emptier than usual and any trade conducted is completed swiftly and with barely a token effort at the customary haggling. No one is sure what seems to have everyone so out of sorts, but tensions are high, and paranoia is tightly strung. |
| | | jeyme
Posts : 86 Join date : 2012-10-03 Location : MA
| Subject: Re: Echoes Wed Mar 04, 2015 9:26 pm | |
| Pheriad will ask the Myconids if they've seen, felt or heard anything. | |
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| Subject: Re: Echoes Wed Mar 04, 2015 9:52 pm | |
| With a huff of dizzying spores, Pheriad's mind is filled with a sense of confusion and fear. The myconids seem deathly afraid of something, but they seem to have no idea as to what it might be.
Meanwhile the sense of dread seems to creep ever further over the Underdark, such that even the most insensitive of folks would be attuned to its presence by now. Occasionally, slight tremors wrack the tunnels, displacing loose stones and rattling furnishings. |
| | | jeyme
Posts : 86 Join date : 2012-10-03 Location : MA
| Subject: Re: Echoes Thu Mar 05, 2015 8:52 am | |
| Pheriad would be confused, but look around in the Mushroom Forest for anything out of the ordinary, such as tracks, or physical signs of anything off.
"The myconid may want to also move their sporelings into more safe areas....", Pheri mutters to himself, "If they're scared, something must be bad...."
The little gnome rushes off to the myconid collective to help as he can.
"I hope someone checks the Crystal Caves, and around the duergar camp..." | |
| | | pyro
Posts : 2663 Join date : 2011-08-26
| Subject: Re: Echoes Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:52 am | |
| Dannyl, too, has felt this weight pressing down on him as he walks the old paths and tunnels through the dark. The world below has always made the man cautious, but this oppressive feel sharpens his alertness to near-paranoia.
With the utmost care, he winds his way down to the markets of Szith Morcane. He shows his papers to the guards, taking every precaution not to fall afoul of his mercurial hosts. A few hurried conversations and exchanges leaves him with the most of the goods he came for; two purple spidersilk brocades, a few jars of finely spiced pickled mushrooms, and small stack of parchment adorned with arcane symbols. When it seems prudent, he makes a few discreet inquiries of his usual suppliers and customers - he briefly questions them; looking for any information on the dark rumblings and clinging sense of dread.
"Next stop is the duergar camp, I suppose." He mutters to himself before slipping back out into the gloom.
He passes the fungus surrounding the city, out into the Great Mushroom Forest, intending to make for the portal. Though he travels silently, and under the cover of invisibility, he remains watchful as he slips through the vast cavern... | |
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| Subject: Re: Echoes Thu Mar 05, 2015 4:03 pm | |
| ((More coming. Be a dear and pm me a screenshot of your listen and reflex scores at the next opportunity, pyro? )) |
| | | pyro
Posts : 2663 Join date : 2011-08-26
| Subject: Re: Echoes Thu Mar 05, 2015 4:04 pm | |
| - ADM_Ouroboros wrote:
- ((More coming. Be a dear and pm me a screenshot of your listen and reflex scores at the next opportunity, pyro? ))
(((Sent! At least I think so... Let me know if it doesn't work. ))) | |
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| Subject: Re: Echoes Thu Mar 05, 2015 5:43 pm | |
| The mushroom forest is quiet, and eerily beautiful as ever, the lumbering shapes of myconids tending to their garden visible in the soft purple of the glowing fungi, and spores fall and tumble through the air like snowflakes on a winter's eve. The air is stale and musty as ever, rich with the mineral scents of the earth, and the rot of decaying creatures and vegetation both. Dannyl's journey seems uneventful, and of little trouble... at least until he reaches the chasm near the portal. The ground bucks violently as a tremor, far greater than any previous, takes the caverns in its grip, the deep sonorous rumbling almost deafening. Myconids scatter as they flee falling rocks and the toppling of the smaller mushrooms and Dannyl has to plant his feet firmly to have any hope of remaining upright. Worse still, a resounding crack of splitting rock sounds directly overhead though his finely-tuned hearing picks it out and his body kicks into action instinctively.
With a diving roll, he narrowly escapes as colossal stalactite smashes into the spot he once stood upon, shards of razor sharp rock shrapnel spraying out in all directions! But he's not out of the clear yet, the once impressive edifice teeters before toppling toward him, forcing Dannyl to scramble to safety once more. Fortunately, his reactions prove the better once more and the stalactite falls harmlessly to the ground, rolling off to fall into the chasm wherein it bounces of a rocky protrusion and tumbles end over end into the inky blackness, the muffled sound of its journey's termination echoes up some thirty seconds later.
As quickly as it came the earth's upheaval ceases, allowing the dust to settle and the forest to return to its former silence. A silence now so strained with the weight of fearfully alert ears that a pin dropping would be apparent to all. Dannyl stands through the ordeal bruised, dirty and sporting a few superficial cuts, but nothing more, the lucky devil.((I'd like your survival and reflex scores as well please jeyme )) |
| | | pyro
Posts : 2663 Join date : 2011-08-26
| Subject: Re: Echoes Thu Mar 05, 2015 6:07 pm | |
| As the billowing cloud of silica and debris settles, the man's body likewise relaxes - but only a little. He exhales, slumping slightly as his hands slide along his body, checking his thin frame for injury. No major damage found, he sits on the cavern floor with his back to the rubble and coils a few bandages around his deeper scrapes.
"Tymora's tits, that was close..." He speaks to himself, barely above a whisper.
After collecting himself, he begins looking around; trying to find any sign of what might have caused the stalactite to fall, and seeing if any other creatures had been caught in the upheaval. Myconid flesh was a valuable commodity, after all...
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| | | Dawizahr
Posts : 745 Join date : 2011-07-21 Age : 33 Location : Atlanta, GA, USA
| Subject: Re: Echoes Thu Mar 05, 2015 6:27 pm | |
| Orryn spends much of his time in the deeper tunnels mining and conducting other business. The only living creatures he has much traffic with are the kua-toa and those conversations are made with an axe. Primarily he wanders the tunnels and mines deep beneath the dead pits, searching for untapped veins of ore and gems that have yet to surface.
As he continues his work, he gives an involuntary shiver and mutters in svirfneblin, "Damned tunnels get worse every day." | |
| | | Dragon_tears
Posts : 428 Join date : 2013-11-23
| Subject: Re: Echoes Thu Mar 05, 2015 7:14 pm | |
| Moric had been out of the city for a few days now. It might have been stereotypical of the gensai, but he always felt more comfortable being lost in the stone tunnels looking for metals, or gems, or valuables trapped in the rock than next to those strange and short angry creatures. Especially now that he had told one he could cook. Moric could cook, he hadn't lied about it. But he was not a cook. He could follow a recipe, and make a pie to the parameters that, if a stranger were to see, would identify it as a pumpkin pie. He could not make it a delectable desert brought down from the gods to ensure mankind everything was going to be alright; and he had a suspicion that is what the drow wanted.
So he was in the tunnels, but the tunnels were not exactly pleased with him being there. He could feel the rumbling under his skin. It quivered into him and grabbed a hold of his attention, pulling him along the dark turns and winding him towards the rock-breaking roars of stone falling. | |
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| Subject: Re: Echoes Wed Mar 11, 2015 3:15 am | |
| - Dawizahr wrote:
- Orryn spends much of his time in the deeper tunnels mining and conducting other business. The only living creatures he has much traffic with are the kua-toa and those conversations are made with an axe. Primarily he wanders the tunnels and mines deep beneath the dead pits, searching for untapped veins of ore and gems that have yet to surface.
As he continues his work, he gives an involuntary shiver and mutters in svirfneblin, "Damned tunnels get worse every day." Orryn would not be left unscathed as the tremors seize the Underdark. He could feel the rumbling in the stones around him, loose shards of stone skipping beneath his feet in a frenetic dance while sheets of displaced dust pour forth from cracks in the stone ceiling. Thankfully his apparent distance from the epicenter of the quake keeps him safe from cave-ins, but it's a few tense minutes that pass before this becomes clear.
Sadly, just because he hasn't found himself pinned under several tons of fractured earth, doesn't mean he is entirely free of danger. The quake has caught someone's attention, for Orryn would be able to hear the faint moans and dry shuffling of dessicated corpses someways distant in the tunnels leading up behind him. It appears he's faced with the prospect of fighting his way out if he means to leave by way of the dead pits. - Dragon_Tears wrote:
- Moric had been out of the city for a few days now. It might have been stereotypical of the gensai, but he always felt more comfortable being lost in the stone tunnels looking for metals, or gems, or valuables trapped in the rock than next to those strange and short angry creatures. Especially now that he had told one he could cook. Moric could cook, he hadn't lied about it. But he was not a cook. He could follow a recipe, and make a pie to the parameters that, if a stranger were to see, would identify it as a pumpkin pie. He could not make it a delectable desert brought down from the gods to ensure mankind everything was going to be alright; and he had a suspicion that is what the drow wanted.
So he was in the tunnels, but the tunnels were not exactly pleased with him being there. He could feel the rumbling under his skin. It quivered into him and grabbed a hold of his attention, pulling him along the dark turns and winding him towards the rock-breaking roars of stone falling. Ah, alas... such were the woes of being a slave that if our poor, unfortunate friend Moric were to meet his end in a collapsing tunnel this day, no one would be any the wiser; and he certainly wouldn't be found for a long, long time. Perhaps he knew this somewhere in the back of his mind, yet it would appear the grumblings of the elemental force the genasi was so attuned with proved a stronger draw than his own self preservation (or perhaps it was simply a fatalistic resignation to the fact that he would very likely meet his death in this hostile environment sooner or later). Regardless, his feet took him to the apparent source of the world's distress and into the heart of the danger.
He covered the ground swiftly as his path led him toward the Great Mushroom Forest, encountering little but a minor collapsed wall he was forced to clamber over. No, it was just as he went to step out of the tunnels into the forest proper that disaster would strike, for it turns out that our rocky companion was blessed with similar properties of observation. The rock around the tunnel had been severely stressed by the changes in pressure and chose to give way just as Moric exited. Oblivious to the deadly missile hurtling toward him, he only becomes aware as the leading edge of the rockfall crashes around him. Spinning away, he's fortunate enough to avoid being turned into an elongated pancake, but a smaller boulder careens toward him, crashing against his skull and sending the slave stumbling a few steps before collapsing to ground, unconscious.((PM on the way soon™ Dragon_Tears)) - jeyme wrote:
- Pheriad would be confused, but look around in the Mushroom Forest for anything out of the ordinary, such as tracks, or physical signs of anything off.
"The myconid may want to also move their sporelings into more safe areas....", Pheri mutters to himself, "If they're scared, something must be bad...."
The little gnome rushes off to the myconid collective to help as he can.
"I hope someone checks the Crystal Caves, and around the duergar camp..." Naught seems to be out of place or immediately wrong to the trained eyes of our diminutive druid. There is no sign of any new predator species having passed through the cavern, disease or any other of the oft common maladies that afflict the myconids and their gardens (That said, a lone Rothe seems to have passed by relatively recently, and fed well, judging by the steaming pile of... well, you get the picture). The midst of a myconid colony is a bad placer to be when a geographical upheaval strikes, as he would learn though. The poor gnome has to dance, duck, and weave his way between the panicked, fleeing mushroom men, and the lumbering fungal giants as they seek some manner of refuge. Pheriad's size, while a curse in this instance, is also a boon for it does afford him the ability to stave off becoming a bloody smear on something's foot for the time being. As the chaos settles once more, the gnome may note the rising dust from a collapsed side tunnel. - pyro wrote:
- As the billowing cloud of silica and debris settles, the man's body likewise relaxes - but only a little. He exhales, slumping slightly as his hands slide along his body, checking his thin frame for injury. No major damage found, he sits on the cavern floor with his back to the rubble and coils a few bandages around his deeper scrapes.
"Tymora's tits, that was close..." He speaks to himself, barely above a whisper.
After collecting himself, he begins looking around; trying to find any sign of what might have caused the stalactite to fall, and seeing if any other creatures had been caught in the upheaval. Myconid flesh was a valuable commodity, after all... Dannyl... A brush with death, and ever the entrepreneurial scoundrel seeks to line his pockets with the soft yellow metal so many have killed for. There were indeed a few corpses littering the forest, in various states of smelly mush, but enough that he could salvage for a small sum, certainly. His position in the forest would put him closer to the recently collapsed tunnel, and his keen eyes might draw his attention to the prone form of something potentially more valuable than alchemical reagents. |
| | | pyro
Posts : 2663 Join date : 2011-08-26
| Subject: Re: Echoes Wed Mar 11, 2015 7:01 am | |
| - ADM_Ouroboros wrote:
- Dannyl... A brush with death, and ever the entrepreneurial scoundrel seeks to line his pockets with the soft yellow metal so many have killed for. There were indeed a few corpses littering the forest, in various states of smelly mush, but enough that he could salvage for a small sum, certainly. His position in the forest would put him closer to the recently collapsed tunnel, and his keen eyes might draw his attention to the prone form of something potentially more valuable than alchemical reagents.
Dannyl draws his dagger, and deftly slices off carvings of choice flesh as he moves through the rubble, picking his way carefully around the crumbled boulders and the razor-sharp innards of split geodes.
Eyes darting, pale blue irises nearly eclipsed by massively dilated pupils, he spies something else at the edge of the debris; a figure, unconscious on the ground. He slips closer, blade ready, gliding from rock to rock. Soon, he can make an identification."Hm..." He'd seen this one before, a few times; in the outpost of Szith Morcane, and once in the tunnels leading deeper down. He was acquainted with the genasi's owner, too... quite well, in fact. He knew Xune wouldn't be pleased to lose such an investment, and he knew his chances of escaping the unstable tunnels would only be higher with such an ally at his side.
Assuming Moric was still alive, that is...
He approaches, and kneels, examining the rocky figure for signs of life. After a moment, he finds that Moric is merely unconscious and injured, and he slings off his pack and begins to rifle through it. His hands first move to a healing kit, similar to the one bandaging his own wounds, but he hesitates. Glancing back at the genasi, he realizes his own unfamiliarity with the man's rocky anatomy might make conventional treatment difficult. A small sigh escapes his lips, and his long fingers pluck a more reliable (and more expensive) option from the scrollcase in his bag. Standing, he reads the scroll of healing, his whispered voice gravelly from inhaled dust. He scans the cavern for danger once again, and waits; hoping the magic is enough to revive Moric. | |
| | | jeyme
Posts : 86 Join date : 2012-10-03 Location : MA
| Subject: Re: Echoes Wed Mar 11, 2015 8:42 am | |
| - ADM_Ouroboros wrote:
- As the chaos settles once more, the gnome may note the rising dust from a collapsed side tunnel.[/i]
Pheriad draws closer to the collapsed tunnel, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings. He reaches into his pack, looking for anything that could cover his mouth and nose. Scrolls? No, that wouldn't do. A club? He laughs at his own silliness. Bandages? Yes! Removing a bundle of bandages, he rolls them loosely into a hand-size packet and brings them to cover his nose and mouth. Getting him on the head with an enormous rock would be an accident, chocking on the dust that remains would be carelessness.
"Always good for an extra escape route...", he mutters to himself checking out the extent of the collapse quickly. | |
| | | Dawizahr
Posts : 745 Join date : 2011-07-21 Age : 33 Location : Atlanta, GA, USA
| Subject: Re: Echoes Wed Mar 11, 2015 10:45 am | |
| - ADM_Ouroboros wrote:
Orryn would not be left unscathed as the tremors seize the Underdark. He could feel the rumbling in the stones around him, loose shards of stone skipping beneath his feet in a frenetic dance while sheets of displaced dust pour forth from cracks in the stone ceiling. Thankfully his apparent distance from the epicenter of the quake keeps him safe from cave-ins, but it's a few tense minutes that pass before this becomes clear.
Sadly, just because he hasn't found himself pinned under several tons of fractured earth, doesn't mean he is entirely free of danger. The quake has caught someone's attention, for Orryn would be able to hear the faint moans and dry shuffling of dessicated corpses someways distant in the tunnels leading up behind him. It appears he's faced with the prospect of fighting his way out if he means to leave by way of the dead pits.
Orryn steadies himself. "Hm." Deciding it'd be best if he got out of this particular set of tunnels, he attaches his mining pick to his pack and hefts it on his back (all the straps tightly secured to reduce the noise), and heads off; he'd rather not find out whatever is causing the ruckus. With an almost inaudible *pop!* he fades from view and trudges down deeper into the tunnels towards the portal to the crystal caves. After all, portals are much more trustworthy than drow, and that's all he'd likely find if he kept going up--besides the inevitable undead of course. As he finally reaches the portal, however, another thought comes to his gnome brain. "It'd be better if someone knew what was going on, in case whatever it is moves, wouldn't it? Anyways, there might be gems involved!" Biting his lip, he steps through the portal with intent to go to the mushroom forest. An invisible gnome on a mission, a gnome blissfully unaware of what they say about the cat. | |
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| Subject: Re: Echoes Mon Mar 16, 2015 11:56 am | |
| - pyro wrote:
- Dannyl draws his dagger, and deftly slices off carvings of choice flesh as he moves through the rubble, picking his way carefully around the crumbled boulders and the razor-sharp innards of split geodes.
Eyes darting, pale blue irises nearly eclipsed by massively dilated pupils, he spies something else at the edge of the debris; a figure, unconscious on the ground. He slips closer, blade ready, gliding from rock to rock. Soon, he can make an identification.
"Hm..." He'd seen this one before, a few times; in the outpost of Szith Morcane, and once in the tunnels leading deeper down. He was acquainted with the genasi's owner, too... quite well, in fact. He knew Xune wouldn't be pleased to lose such an investment, and he knew his chances of escaping the unstable tunnels would only be higher with such an ally at his side.
Assuming Moric was still alive, that is...
He approaches, and kneels, examining the rocky figure for signs of life. After a moment, he finds that Moric is merely unconscious and injured, and he slings off his pack and begins to rifle through it. His hands first move to a healing kit, similar to the one bandaging his own wounds, but he hesitates. Glancing back at the genasi, he realizes his own unfamiliarity with the man's rocky anatomy might make conventional treatment difficult. A small sigh escapes his lips, and his long fingers pluck a more reliable (and more expensive) option from the scrollcase in his bag. Standing, he reads the scroll of healing, his whispered voice gravelly from inhaled dust. He scans the cavern for danger once again, and waits; hoping the magic is enough to revive Moric. A wise choice given the unusual nature of the unconscious slave. Fortunately, the healing spell is cast without a hitch, and seems to be successful, the rather nasty looking wound on Moric's head fading away swiftly. Now it just remains to be seen when the genasi wakes. - jeyme wrote:
- Pheriad draws closer to the collapsed tunnel, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings. He reaches into his pack, looking for anything that could cover his mouth and nose. Scrolls? No, that wouldn't do. A club? He laughs at his own silliness. Bandages? Yes! Removing a bundle of bandages, he rolls them loosely into a hand-size packet and brings them to cover his nose and mouth. Getting him on the head with an enormous rock would be an accident, chocking on the dust that remains would be carelessness.
"Always good for an extra escape route...", he mutters to himself checking out the extent of the collapse quickly. Wise, cautious, and familiar with the nature of his native environment, the gnome's precautions save him from inhaling the worst of the dust, though the finer particles tickle the back of his throat some. The tunnel seems to be barred with a sizeable pile of rubble, he estimates it would take at least several cycles to clear, and even then, judging by the state of the surrounding rock, it's not likely to be very stable. For the time being he's hidden in the dusty debris, but it is beginning to settle, and he's only a few feet from the genasi and human. He'd have to take steps soon if he wished to remain hidden from any unwanted attention. - Dawizahr wrote:
- Orryn steadies himself. "Hm." Deciding it'd be best if he got out of this particular set of tunnels, he attaches his mining pick to his pack and hefts it on his back (all the straps tightly secured to reduce the noise), and heads off; he'd rather not find out whatever is causing the ruckus.
With an almost inaudible *pop!* he fades from view and trudges down deeper into the tunnels towards the portal to the crystal caves. After all, portals are much more trustworthy than drow, and that's all he'd likely find if he kept going up--besides the inevitable undead of course. As he finally reaches the portal, however, another thought comes to his gnome brain.
"It'd be better if someone knew what was going on, in case whatever it is moves, wouldn't it? Anyways, there might be gems involved!"
Biting his lip, he steps through the portal with intent to go to the mushroom forest. An invisible gnome on a mission, a gnome blissfully unaware of what they say about the cat. Gnomes are ever known for being devious masters of illusion, and Orryn lives up to that reputation, eluding the hungering undead with ease as he makes his way to the portal. The portal network seems unaffected by the tremors and so he arrives at his destination... and promptly walks nose first into a boulder that had come to rest on the other side. After no doubt cursing about his bruised nose (and pride), he'd be able to sidle around the rubble and examine his surroundings. Fallen mushrooms and rocks litter the floor, and clouds of rock dust drift lazily through the darkness as the Myconids set about repairing what damage they can to their garden. One such cloud hangs about by the cavern wall, and Orryn would be able to see the outlined shapes of Dannyl stood over the prone Moric. |
| | | Dragon_tears
Posts : 428 Join date : 2013-11-23
| Subject: Re: Echoes Mon Mar 16, 2015 12:27 pm | |
| Moric didn’t just wake. He bolted. One moment he was motionless, a husk of marble and crystal dormant on the ground, the next he was on his feet with wide eyes locked in an almost bestial focus. It was an impressive feat, brought from nothing but sheer panic, his body moving before the rest of him had any sense.
“i'RRoO RDRA”
There was a film over those eyes; a glaze of a memory sticking to him and rolling over and over in the giant’s head. It blinded him, turning him against reason and towards a dangerous madness.
It was not a direct assault on Dannyl, it was more of he was in the exact place Moric was moving. He wasn’t nearly as quick as when he had jumped to his feet in panic, but it was a gliding motion of a mudslide, an ever-constant rolling of motion that bore down on him and threatened to just walk right through him. The ever looming shadow of the gensai poured over Dannyl as he moved closer with little sign of stopping until the last step. It was the gleam of that blade that did it in the end. Light was scarce to begin with, it rarely caught on anything. Even the most subtle glow of a mushroom could catch on a blade and be like a beacon in the darkness. A small, gentle, and barely present glisten caught the metal, and broke Moric’s panic. It was a jarring motion as all motion ground to a halt that was statuesque. He didn’t just stop moving, for a brief period of time Moric had stopped everything. A stone stillness betrayed by the look of sense and reason slipping back into his eyes. It was a slow process, the film of horror being broken down and chewed away by the notion that he was alive. That he was in a dust-filled tunnel. That he was surrounded by rock, and stone, and safe…and that he was a step away from a small human creature.
Moric finally blinked after several minutes of an awkward stand-still and looks down at his new associate.
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| | | jeyme
Posts : 86 Join date : 2012-10-03 Location : MA
| Subject: Re: Echoes Mon Mar 16, 2015 6:02 pm | |
| Giving notice to the human and the genasi, Pheriad quickly ducks low, deeper into the settling dust. A plan. He needed a plan. The rubble at his back, and these two strangers nearby, what could be done. Hmmm..Yes, a plan. He needed a plan. Rockface? Where was Rockface? Rockface would give him some much needed support. He was only a mushroom farmer after all.
Well, two people were nearby. They didn't look like drow, but they could be spies.....or slaves. Maybe just victims of the quakes in the area, or just curious people who, like him, lived down here. What type of chance would he take. He weighed the options heavily, but quickly.
He could run. Run back to the myconid colony, and come back after they had left, perhaps just to clear this dangerous passage himself. He could bring Rockface....he could help clear the rubble quite quickly. Then what? What if these two people needed his help, or worse yet, what if they were here to hurt the Mushroom Forest?
Gathering up what courage he could muster, he steps forth from the dust cloud, towards the pair. Raising a shaking hand, his small voice barely found strength. Finally, after a deep breath, the words came.
"Hello, travelers.", Pheriad stated, taking note of their reactions, "You both still breathing? Good. I think we have some work to do." | |
| | | Dawizahr
Posts : 745 Join date : 2011-07-21 Age : 33 Location : Atlanta, GA, USA
| Subject: Re: Echoes Mon Mar 16, 2015 11:49 pm | |
| Orryn watched from the shadows; invisible. He watched the interaction of the two. How curious to find such creatures here so close to the city. Traders perhaps? Slaves? No matter, they couldn't be trusted regardless. It was then that Pheriad stepped out of the darkness and Orryn lurched momentarily. What was his companion doing? Bah, no matter. When Pheriad was inevitably attacked, Orryn would be there to rescue him (or at least to tell the others what had happened to him). A swift axe to the back should end one of these creatures and Pheriad certainly had tricks of his own.
He shook his head and waited. Hopefully his invisibility would hold out. | |
| | | Leencalron
Posts : 284 Join date : 2015-03-05
| Subject: Re: Echoes Tue Mar 17, 2015 1:32 am | |
| Vietar had patrolled the mushroom forest a few times since arriving at Szith-Morcane but even with so little experience in these parts he could feel something was wrong. The Myconid usually fought for their territory quite ferociously... but they seemed to have all but disappeared fleeing into their caves and under rocks to avoid him. As a Novice of the Melee-Magthere he thought it best to investigate what could be causing such disturbances.
Making his way through the shadows and soft light of the forest Vietar kept his eye out for anything strange in this region hoping to find the source of this disturbance. While he wore heavy plate he had learned to move almost silently in it and some of the Myconids didn't even notice the shadow shifting between them. Still if one should suddenly find its courage his blade and hammer would deal with them. The thought brought a smile to his face and twisted the scar on his cheek. | |
| | | pyro
Posts : 2663 Join date : 2011-08-26
| Subject: Re: Echoes Tue Mar 17, 2015 9:43 am | |
| - Dragon_tears wrote:
Moric finally blinked after several minutes of an awkward stand-still and looks down at his new associate.
Dannyl crouched nervously before him, placating hands raised; as if the frail human could actually halt the avalanche that might bear down upon him. As the glimmer of the blade snapped Moric from his deadly trance, Dannyl noticed the change and reluctantly sheathed the blade in his bandolier."It's alright Moric... For now, anyways. You remember me, right." His words were gentle, but it was less of a question than an order: Dannyl knew Moric's station, knew what words may best snap the genasi back to the reality around them. He opened his mouth to speak again, but - - jeyme wrote:
- "Hello, travelers.", Pheriad stated, taking note of their reactions, "You both still breathing? Good. I think we have some work to do."
At the greeting, Dannyl turned, trying to keep both Moric and the small, knobby newcomer in his field of view. When he saw Pheriad, he relaxed ever-so-slightly; this particular Underdark denizen was known to him too. He'd met the nervous little fellow in Szith Morcane; the gnome had been visiting the auctioneer, if he remembered correctly, and had been accompanied by his rocky guardian.
Though Dannyl's ever-present shroud of invisibility had been dismissed while he waited for Moric to come around, the other ancient magics of his ancestors still lingered on him. His eyes, in particular, were enchanted not just to pierce the gloom of the darkness but also to truly see the unseen - he'd learnt long ago that the Underdark was full of invisible menace."Hello there." He responded to the gnome cautiously, eyes still darting around the cavern then momentarily settling on something (or someone), perhaps unseen to the others. He then focused on Pheriad, hoping the small figure recognized him; the oddity of a human comfortable in these gods-forsaken tunnels would probably have jogged the diminutive figure's memory. "You can tell your friend to come out. I don't think either of us are looking for a fight." He waves his hand warily towards the recently awakened genasi; secretly hoping his words were indeed true. | |
| | | Dawizahr
Posts : 745 Join date : 2011-07-21 Age : 33 Location : Atlanta, GA, USA
| Subject: Re: Echoes Tue Mar 17, 2015 3:09 pm | |
| Orryn was a bit surprised to be spotted. This surfacer was prepared and alert, very unlike the stupid, slothlike surfacers Orryn had met in his travels. The fact that he was this deep into the Underdark was proof enough, without him seeing through Orryn's trick.
Cursing his own foolishness at being spotted, he remained where he was. His axe was in hand, though his shield was still attached to his pack. His senses were alert, searching for other creatures around these parts (particularly his very sensitive nose [scent]). These two might have friends, and this could be an ambush after all. His initial assessment told him this probably wasn't true, but you could never be too careful. | |
| | | jeyme
Posts : 86 Join date : 2012-10-03 Location : MA
| Subject: Re: Echoes Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:17 pm | |
| Pheriad, keeping his distance, looks over at the two, then in the general direction Dannyl had pointed. He almost smirked. The Mushroom Forest was home to many, and it was always good to know for certain there were allies in the area. This was his home, and there was a certain...kinship...he felt for the oasis within the caverns around.
"Is he...", Pheri started, craning his neck around as if an extra inch of angle would improve his sight, "dead? If he isn't, I hope he gets up before any more shakes make us all flatter than a rothe-patty."
Pheri takes a gnome-sized step forward, keeping his eyes on the pair, with quick glances over towards the out-of-his-sight other.
"You think some cold water would get him up? I can do that. Would be better than looking up at the cavern right before some other rock squishes us all." | |
| | | Dragon_tears
Posts : 428 Join date : 2013-11-23
| Subject: Re: Echoes Tue Mar 17, 2015 7:08 pm | |
| Moric was up. He was currently looming over Dannyl. His head turned in a slide to the gnomes. He hadn't known there were things that could be smaller than drow. It was almost unsettling to see these small scurrying creatures after what he had just seen.
His attention was drawn away from them however once the wound on his head caught up with him. He bowed his head as his hand rose up and set on the wound. The crystals that lined his head in lieu of hair had been sliced off cleanly. It looked less like a wound, and more like someone took a chisel to a statue. The wound's outlines sharp, and a piece sharply chunked out of him. He gently ran his fingers along the sharp edges that used to be his hair.
He looked back to Dannyl, he hadn't answered him, but Moric didn't answer much. His senses had returned hand in hand with a migraine, but he was no longer trying to drive through the human. | |
| | | pyro
Posts : 2663 Join date : 2011-08-26
| Subject: Re: Echoes Tue Mar 17, 2015 8:32 pm | |
| That particular young human stands, his lanky frame slightly hunched, between the towering slab and the tiny figure. The last of the crystalline dust settles around them; a glinting fog that slowly retreats downwards to reveal the full extent of damage to the cavern. A small sigh escapes his lips.
At Pheriad's words, he looks back to the others, chewing his lip pensively. "Do you think any more is going to come down?" He gestures upward, towards the cavern roof's deep recesses and plunging stalactites. "We might not want to linger here long..."
He looks questioningly to the others, his sharp eyes seeking out even the shadowed figure of Orryn; including him in the query. He shifted restlessly, as if anxious to move immediately, but he remains in place... perhaps deferring to the experience of his elders.
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