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Post by relentless on Dec 30, 2017 11:42:26 GMT -8
Libourg leaned his form quite harshly into the wall just at the entrance of this stairway, pauldron smacking with an audible clank as he let Sicherlein and Nasuada pass by and make their way up to where this supposed gate lay. He watched them ascend yonder, waiting until they were a couple steps ahead before he sighed, and looked at the rest of the room, before ripping his feet out of the sludge and planting them on the rocky steps, sidestepping upward with awkward, slow motions as he watched his feet.
"Let us butcher this filth."
Libourg whispered to himself, a visible puff of air pushing out of the mans grill, before he looked upward toward Sicherlein and Nasuada.
"Voices down, best not usher the swinefolk into feasting on captives... if they're here that is."
Libourg spoke yonder with an above average loudness proceding through his voice, though he would remain at a quiet tone of voice.
"Hand signals work wonders..."
Libourg snarkily added to those nearest to him, before sighing heavily.
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Post by Unter on Jan 1, 2018 14:47:15 GMT -8
Iver ignored Libourg's advice of caution.
"Fine, let's move already. Open this damned door, Libourg. Let's get those faen prisonners and get out of this cesspool."
He pushed forward as Libourg opened the door.
Staying piled like lambs awaiting slaughter wasn't good for his courage.
The faster they cut through, the better he will feel.
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Post by relentless on Jan 2, 2018 18:00:26 GMT -8
He would wade through, squeezing his body out with a tough grate. It irritated him, so he grunted, gritted his teeth, and tugged his body forward brashly. An ugly scratching across his left and right hip could be seen fouling the metal, though with Libourgs lack of attention to the matter, it would appear he had his mind else where.
"Aye."
Libourg agreed, little patience or grace being carried out through the mans speech as he moved forward, and before he was about to collide with the gate,he turned himself shoulder side and pressed his body heavily against the gate with a hard thud. Although he didn't utilise that much strength, it appeared he used more to others, mainly due to his lack o care, making him appear rather brutal in his methods of simply 'opening a gate.'
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 3, 2018 10:52:38 GMT -8
Chamber:
One could surmise that the chamber they entered into next was impossibly large, as their voices echoed into the dark and the light of the torch, only two or three yards in diameter, failed to cast itself onto any of the ceiling or walls.
However, it did cast its light onto a red-streaked trail on the stone-tile floor, twisting and cooking in its pattern, beneath their feet. The wet trail was bright enough to rival a ruby; the blood was fresh, no more than an hour.
A rectangular, boxy silhouette, like a monolith, stood dead ahead, some ten yards away.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Jan 3, 2018 12:34:27 GMT -8
Nasuada entered the room when Libourg and Iver did not immediately scream in terror or pain. Her eyes instantly attracted to the red streak on the floor, following its path as best she could before noticing the silhouette ahead, staying still like a rock but hidden by shadows. She had half the mind to use her powers at the moment, being able to easily see if what was ahead was a trap or an enemy because of it.
But there was no use as it was too far away, and even in this blackness it would not boost her power enough to summon anything that far with the strength they would need to do anything. Not to mention there was easy ambush potential in a room where it seemed to stretch on for miles, it did not bode well for the group at all.
"Let's get a move on, no doubt there are countless things hidden in this shadow. Like that thing up ahead, no doubt it is a ploy to draw us in to investigate so we should keep a wider berth, check the outer sides until we know what it is." She informed, not able to move on as she was one of the few in the group who did not have a torch.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 3, 2018 12:42:27 GMT -8
/Sicherlein/
Maintaining the rear guard, she found herself insatiably curious as to what resided at the fore and caused such hubbub. The door opening and Nasuada's haste owed itself to something at least marginally interesting; the witchkin no doubt saw something intriguing to warrant her appraisal.
The rogue diligently made her way up to the crest of the door and waited for the rest of the party to file on through before making any moves; deciding to shift anxiously from one foot to the next, as though she were still stuck in the pinkish sap at the base of the stairs.
With her free hand, she rubbed the back of her neck sorely,
"Mind the floor..." She advised, looking behind her and up at the door, the structure itself with a leery squint,
"... Mmm, maybe make the metal man walk first. More weight and all that." Sicherlein sniggered and sighed, shaking her head in utter awe to her own wit.
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Post by relentless on Jan 3, 2018 18:05:37 GMT -8
Libourg had hunched his back over a tad, the sudden pressure from pushing the gate open causing him to stumble forward slightly, only to retreat back. Though of course, as if expected, he shrugged his shoulders in exaggerated comical fashion, and faced the party.
"Joyous! I wonder what awaits me next! A spike trap? That'd be grand... saw blade in a pile of shit, beautiful!-"
He proceeded to mumble the rest of the words out, his middle finger itching in place as he glanced at Sicherlein, before he turned away and looked yonder toward the room.
He took a breath, heavy and hard, before shaking his head.
"Please don't be what I just said. Please."
Libourg rasped harshly through his grill, addressing fate as it were, in a loud enough tone for his companions to hear as he began to take stiff and wary steps into the room, his body feeling very tight along with squinting eyes into the room itself, primarily focusing on the silhouette.
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Post by Unter on Jan 4, 2018 6:15:05 GMT -8
Iver gasped at the width of the cave.
"By Fenrir, this is one huge place! You could almost get comfy around here. Too bad the smell of shit and the.. the.."
He pointed at the red trail on the ground.
"The whole place needs tidying. Look at that ! The red carpet isn't what I imagined."
He noticed a blocky thing, shrouded in darkness not ten meters away. He still had his heavy bladed knife in hand,
ready for almost anything.
He walked in the front, putting the fear of the light into the retreating darkness. He examined the chamber, and looked at the wall for hidden doors. If he was a blood thirsty pig, the first thing he would do would be ambushing some lost adventurers in a wide place. A place like the one they were in right now.
He adressed the others.
"Does anyone of you see something ? I would prefer to keep my head on if we are to be find these... "prisonners" "
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 17, 2018 17:50:37 GMT -8
The torch seemed hopelessly futile in the infinitely dark room; they would find the shadows spanned greatly on as they explored, though pillars loomed out like trees, dotting the floor and towering up, out of sight, to some unseeable ceiling.
As they walked, the monolith ahead would come into view; it seemed to waver and swim in their sights.
Something dangled from a chain, suspended from a protrusion on the monolith, which danced around as a small, dog-sized creature batted its snout at some debris stuck onto the end of the hook. However, the shadows obscured any further identifying details.
While Libourg might be glad to find the floor clear of any traps, Nasuada and Ibrahim both may detect a hungering presence at the monolith, more ethereal than corporeal: a spirit of want.
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Post by rumsztyk on Jan 19, 2018 16:50:09 GMT -8
The occultist exchanged a knowing look with Nasuada - in her eyes he hoped to see acknowledgement of the current threat. He cleared his throat and spoke loudly, commandingly:
"Stop."
Ibrahim strode forward quickly, placing the healthy hand on Libourg's left shoulderplate. He looked past the knight, towards the monolith.
"Please stand back. We..." He looked back to Nasuada, motioning with his head towards the ethereal spirit. "...should investigate."
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Jan 19, 2018 17:21:10 GMT -8
Nasuada stared towards the monolith, looking back at Ibrahim with an interested glint in her eyes, she felt it too and gave him a nod as acknowledgment to it. Her eyes going back to inspect the monolith even closer, spying the glimpse of a creature dangerously close to the sensed spirt of the monolith. Whether it would become hostile was unknown, or even if it was there at all given the darkness.
"Indeed we should, however....there seems to be a creature near the structure, we doubt it will not attack when we get closer." She assumed, always erring on the side of caution, especially in times like this. She took out her dagger, ready to strike at anything that would dare go after her.
Taking a step forward she motioned to Ibrahim to start moving onward himself, already steeling herself for whatever presence she was feeling would do once they got close enough. She let herself focus as well, letting the creature and monolith be her main focus.
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Post by Unter on Jan 20, 2018 0:17:10 GMT -8
Iver stopped immediatly at Ibrahim's command.
He murmured "Bloody hell. Let the weird ones do the dirty work. I don't like that."
Still looking for danger around him, he stopped completely and let Nasuada and Ibrahim get past him.
He went on his way at Libourg's side.
"What's happening ? Do you have any idea of what they saw ?"
He followed Nasuada with his gaze, muscles tensed and his throwing hand ready to attack at any moment.
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Post by relentless on Jan 24, 2018 13:24:26 GMT -8
Libourg looked to Ibrahim with an off glance, before shrugging his hand off and backsteping a tad, though his grip upon the flanged mace increased to where the snapping of his leather palms covering flesh could be heard.
"Careful."
Libourg deeply insinuated, before he flinched as Iver spoke, looking down at him before looking back ahead.
"... Hopefully they saw a Carrion Worm."
Libourg muttered, sweat building on his brow, cheeks and neck. The tension of the situation, and the realisation was just dawning on him that this could potentially be his last stop... or these pigmen could catch him, tear him apart, perhaps eat-
"Sh-!"
Libourg seethed a hiss through his lips, before he shakily reached to hold his faceplate as he breathed slow and steady.
'Surrounded by enemies, both pig and human.'
Libourg thought to himself in the back of his mind, an afflicted thought, though he shook it away as his hand lowered and he attempted to quietly regain composure.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 26, 2018 17:10:46 GMT -8
There was some grunting down by the monolith as the group neared, and the dog-like creature suddenly reared back onto its hind legs-- if they could be called such a thing in their twisted, warped state, now evident as the distance became closed.
The chain grew taut, and whatever was speared on the hook of the chain suddenly tore off.
The creature made off with its morsel into the shadows, leaving only the monolith in its place.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 27, 2018 11:22:17 GMT -8
/Sicherlein/
With some trepidation, she held the rear for a moment as everyone held their place; looking up and around the dark environs she scoffed and pushed past those infront of her. Only just catching sight of the creature and its retreat.
"Hey!" She called out, almost in frustration as she looked to either of the queer looking mystics, her visor glinting beneath the brim of her hat as she swung her torch about and spat at the stones infront of them.
"Come on! What is this, a kinder party?" She made a quick hissing noise as she jerked her head onwards,
"Enough standing around with your dicks in your hands, let's go!" She ordered punctually with a swift swipe of her free hand; reaching around and unsheathing her spatha as she set off at a half-jog down the hall, towards the wavering monolith.
Fear spun ribbons in her gut, but an unspoken vindication burned in her gut. For herself, for her lover dearest... The rush of adventure, of danger, so close sent her heart in a flurry as she broke into a run towards the Monolith...
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