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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 23, 2017 14:40:29 GMT -8
/Sicherlein/
She clucked her tongue and jerked her head away from Libourg, before stabbing the torches butt into the pinkish loam. The soft squelch had her throat tense, before she shifted from one foot to the other; a pattern she'd repeat frequently as she stooped over and tried to gingerly work whatever flower had bloomed out of the muck, and into her palm.
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Post by rumsztyk on Dec 24, 2017 4:46:37 GMT -8
Only after a moment had Ibrahim noticed the group sinking into the pink sludge. Alarmed but not panicked, he scouted the tunnel walls for anything grippable that would slow his descend and provide support moving forward
"I doubt we can tarry here long. Scout ahead, quick."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 24, 2017 12:37:43 GMT -8
Iver:
He might expect to have some difficulty climbing back through the tunnel from whence he came, as the bottom lip of it was all of two meters high, and Iver was very much not two meters high, as well as being suspect to a liquid meat-floor.
Garden:
Outside of the circle of light the torch offered, the eyes were useless. It was pitch-dark in this churning belly, and those exploring bereft of a light-source would be scouting by the four other senses alone-- three, more accurately, as the nose was also useless in a place as this one.
Those scouting ahead and seeking the outer walls would feel, provided they touched the walls at all, stone slick with sticky, coppery fluid.
Ibrahim might note, if he felt about the wall, that it was staggered; perhaps in the shape of stairs?
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Dec 24, 2017 13:40:44 GMT -8
Nasuada had been so preoccupied with trying to stop herself from sinking, figuring out where she had seen something like the flowers, and trying to find an exit other than the tunnel all at once. That she didn't realize Sicherlien was bending down and trying to pick one up. A woman, who had just said stop touching them, goes to try and pick one up? Maybe the flowers were more entrancing than the woman thought, perhaps because she wasn't fully human might be why.
"Be careful with those! They may be triggers for something in this room, or might be a trap in themselves, let's go investigate the pretty flowers when we find the other exit to this room ok? We don't want another incident happening concerning you correct?" Nasuada spoke, obviously quite alarmed and perhaps a bit paranoid as well. There was just something...off, something she couldn't remember, and by God was it annoying the hell out of Nasuada.
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Post by rumsztyk on Dec 25, 2017 14:44:13 GMT -8
After a brief moment of confusion, followed by a more thorough examination, Ibrahim took the chance he had been offered.
"Light here, quick!" He hurried no one in particular, already attempting to enter the presumed stairway, escaping the pink mush that threatened to slowly but surely drown them.
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Post by Unter on Dec 26, 2017 12:21:09 GMT -8
Iver clutched the rocky face of the wall, trying not to fall in the pink sludge again.
"Blast this ! I can't seem to get a hold on this faen wall!" He was scratching the wall like a wild cat with his free hand, a wet wild cat that tried to get in a tree. Then he heard Ibrahim talked about stairs, and he leaped towards the direction. He looked at Ibrahim :
"I'm on it! I have my torch."
He tried to reached the stairs as quickly as possible, and was determined to determine if danger was awaiting ahead.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 26, 2017 16:37:18 GMT -8
Sicherlein:
The flower offered no resistance to being plucked. It dripped a golden sap.
Ibrahim and Iver:
As Iver ran forward, bringing the torch with him, Ibrahim would see that the stairs were rather steep and narrow, like a wedge cut out from the wall.
Those with broader shoulders or large, bulky builds may have trouble making their way through; it would be claustrophobic at best.
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Post by relentless on Dec 26, 2017 19:12:29 GMT -8
"-And so begins a shit-walk... literally."
Libourg sighed quietly under his breath as he watched Iver and Ibrahim scuttle off to where the narrow stairway supposedly was, taking a couple wide steps in that direction, before he stopped, and turned on heel to Sicherlein. He would've tapped his boot on the substance, but he didn't want to antagonize the meat material from sucking him in from where he stood.
"A pretty flower, perhaps you can give that to your knight in shining shit. You coming?"
Libourg half heartedly jested, though he was mainly impatient. Reasonable, since he was half covered in the strange substance that stunk, and was probably going to smell even worse as they moved through these warrens.
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Post by Unter on Dec 27, 2017 12:04:53 GMT -8
Iver didn't want to stay in this pit any longer. He didn't want to admit it, but the fact that the ground itself was trying to eat him whole was very unnerving to him. He reached the narrow stairs without much trouble. He didn't care that the stairs looked like a rabbit hole, as long as he could be on solid ground again.
He used every bit of knowledge he learned in the circus to maximize his dexterity and agility so he would not fall in the pink stuff.
"Let's go !" he said, barely looking behind him to see if his companions were following.
His muscles started to ache however, his haste didn't do him any favour.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 27, 2017 12:37:45 GMT -8
/Sicherlein/
"In a moment..." She replied half-heartedly, for the moment, her focus was solely on the flower and the curious golden sap. With some due curiosity, she'd let the sap run down over her glove, before switching hands and standing; making sure to shift from one foot to the other, so the meaty floor wouldn't hold her down.
She puckered her lips, as she brought the sap to spy through one of her mask's portholes, then lightly dabbed the substance on her lip; batting them together forthwith to spread the substance, try for flavor or something more malign...
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Post by relentless on Dec 27, 2017 12:56:11 GMT -8
"Lovely."
Libourg noted, rolling his eyes under his helm. He shook his head and looked toward Iver and Ibrahim with a sigh, letting out an inpatient 'hmph' and walking with wide, and long strides toward the narrow stairway.
"Don't take too long, fraulein."
Libourg ushered as he moved away, pressing his mass against the wall as he neared the stairway, moving slow with legs raising high at the same time as not to antagonize the pink sludge that seemed to be sinking them, along with preventing himself from sinking to a stop as he neared the stairway.
"How's it looking up there lads?"
Libourg said with mild loudness to Iver and Ibrahim, his gripped hand brushing across his cuirass and wiping away pink sludge with partial temper.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 27, 2017 13:06:12 GMT -8
Sicherlein:
The sap tasted as sweet as the flower smelled, like honey.
It offered no other effect than to be sweet-smelling and sugary.
Iver:
The din of his compatriots would fade away as the dwarf rounded up the spiraling staircase.
It leveled out to be a hallway, just about as narrow as the staircase before it. At the very end of it was a heavily rusted, iron gate, which stood ajar.
What lay beyond was hidden in the dark.
Libourg:
The pink sludge soaked between the plates of his armor. He smelled terrible.
On the bright side, everything in these depths smelled terrible; consequently, merciful nose-blindness would surely follow for the party.
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Post by Unter on Dec 28, 2017 4:53:05 GMT -8
As Iver arrived near the closed gate, he suddenly stopped to catch his breath and wait for his companions. He shouldn't have rushed the stairs like that, but he disliked everything down there.
"What a shithole. How could anyone survive in this hell? It can only go worse after this door. Praise be the Gods that those creatures were flammable ! It would have been impossible to cut through these in such conditions."
After he catched his breath, he didn't even approach the door. He didn't want to advance too far alone.
Instead, he started climbing down the stairs, to warn his companions about what was coming next in this cesspool.
He started to shout :
"Hoi ! It's all clear up there ! Come now, let us advance !"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 28, 2017 12:52:12 GMT -8
/Sicherlein/
The sweetness was reassuring; a lack of anything like numbness or a burning sensation was doubly nice. Her eyes glanced about to the other flowers set about in the pinkish field she mercifully ignored; with one deep breath, she opened her mouth and took a bite from one petal and swallowed. Now was the moment of truth, she supposed, as she went about and followed after the party.
Minding to pick up the torch as well.
Plucking up more of the pinkish flowers to stow in her pockets as she did so.
Sicherlein raised her torch high, for the rest of the party to announce her arrival; she lazily waved it left and right as she found the stairs in quiet, and gave one last cursory glance back to the pit they'd found, before huffing and making to ascend...
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Dec 28, 2017 14:58:04 GMT -8
Nasuada just watched as Sicherlien experimented with the flower, waiting for one of her explorations to prove fatal or hazardous. When none came however, which deeply surprised the woman, who for sure thought it was some form of trap which rendered her earlier warning useless, she thought maybe this place wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps the only thing she would have to worry about are the creatures, maybe her companions as well but that was just paranoia.
"Should save that sap somewhere, it would be nice if it rendered whatever poison the cultist used useless." She idly commented, following the other women towards the stairs to ascend and move onward. As she left however, the flowers still had the vague aura of danger, which Nasuada chalked up to how there were many ways to make a vile poison out of a beautiful piece of vegetation. It was just something she knew well in her time of capture and slavery which now felt like a distant memory.
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