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Post by EloHim on Oct 16, 2018 14:39:00 GMT -8
"Salt, rot. Assimilates water into itself. No smell though. Doesn't burn. Best assumption - amalgamation of sea-water and dead blood. No wonder there is no fish. This thing probably kills everything that ingests it.” - Elorit said to himself, as he sealed the vial and put it back into the satchel. He will record it all later, once the situation becomes clearer.
He entered the waters right after Iver, helping the dwarf not to get stuck in them as they moved towards two kamikazes bold adventurers with suicidal tendencies.
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Post by Kidney on Oct 16, 2018 14:50:32 GMT -8
As the four neared the trap door, the dripping, hanging seagrass tickled the heads of the group. (Except Iver)
As they entered the area, the large leper bent down to allow his body entrance into the cave. Through the entrance, the sounds of the outside world seemed dull. In this cave, things felt eerie. The wind felt different now, the dancing air across their necks now whispered words of forgotten languages into their ear canals.
Roard coughed internally, kneeling down to reach towards the trap door. His mitted hand grasped a thick, metal handle. He pulled, grunting as he yanked up the metal door before him. Through the creaking of rusted metal, wind from below the door rushed into the cave. Roard took in a half-breath in surprise, staring into the dark tunnel below. On the side, a rusted ladder led into the deep.
Roard let the door stand, turning towards Isaac, then to Iver, then to Elorit. He hesitated, and let out a curt breath, beginning to lower himself down the ladder, his form nearly filling the wide expanse of metal and stone hole.
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Post by Unter on Oct 22, 2018 10:29:39 GMT -8
He thanked Elorit in a nod. It was rare to see someone who would help a fellow dwarf. This scientist was alright. The cave wasn't. It stinked of eerie shit, and Iver didn't like this one bit. If it wasn't for the money...
His lust for gold shouldn't interfere with the problem at hand. For once, his height seemed to be an advantage. This bloody seagrass tickled the heads of the other, but went far beyond him. Hmpf. Good for them. The leper was walking with heavy thwomps on the ground. Not exactly the best way to be discreet. And this fool-looking Isaac would probably do something stupid.
At least, Iver knew that Elorit probably had something in his sleeve. Talking of which, the dwarf caressed the knife hidden in his. He watched the Leper going down the ladder, and said.
"Do pay attention to where you walk. I'm pretty sure nasty things can embed themselves in this bloody stone. It's wetter than a whore on christmas day ! It's easy to dig into it. Bloody hell."
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Post by kssanthony101 on Oct 22, 2018 17:56:42 GMT -8
Issac brushed off the seagrass of him. He crouched down near the hole and took a long stare down the unknown abyss while his friend went down it. He had a sense that the other two may be plotting something against him and Roard, he had fought bandits before but such devious people are who killed his brother. He will not end up like him, well without a fury filled fight at his last breath. He did not care for loot or glory. He was very watchful for any source of knowledge, books and scrolls alike. Maybe these fishy peoples brought back their dead? Snapping himself before he could ponder, he looked at Elorit and Iver, he wasn't have them easily trick him. However his charm could make things turn to his favor or towards his own demise.
A shadow covered his eyes momentarily, a smirk appeared once more on his young face. He turned his head to the curious scientist and the dwarf. His smirk shows a strange inviting sense of companionship. He proposed something rather mocking and childish for the creepy tone of this place. Opening his palm and pointed it at the ladder, inviting one of the two cowards to go first.
"Well? Ladies first." He teased
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Post by EloHim on Oct 23, 2018 16:45:39 GMT -8
"- Well, it seems like you know that leper better than we do..."- Elorit said, a smug smirk on his face, before approaching the hole.
Isaac seemingly was dumber than it looked. He started his decent, talking into the darkness below, where leper already was.
"- Hey Roard! Isaac just called you a woman! He says that under all that armor is a fine lady! He seems to thoroughly believe it. Probably going mad already, who knows."
He wasn't smiling when he descended, at least not on the outside. He would let those two sort it out between themselves.
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Post by Kidney on Oct 23, 2018 16:57:43 GMT -8
As the leper descended further and further into the tunnel, the ladder creaked more aggressively. Roard grunted, his large foot landing on the hard stone floor after a handful of minutes going down the ladder. He turned, staring down into the dark, the tunnel roof barely high enough to hold him fully standing. Roard couldn't see very far, the light from the sky barely glowing down here. The leper took a few steps forward, allowing Elorit space.
Roard stared towards the alchemist, letting out a quiet 'hmph'. "I heard him."
Roard stared towards the ladder once more, "Issac. Down here. You are a man, not a mouse."
The drippings of black water down the tunnel echoed towards the two, down in the dark. But, from the darkness also echoed a haunting tune, a note, held by a voice. No, a choir.
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Post by kssanthony101 on Oct 23, 2018 17:16:47 GMT -8
Issac let out a chuckle of Elorit's response. He looked down from the top of the ladder at Roard, a smile on his face. The friendship between these two men is rather unique but strange. Almost like these two are like wary older brother and the careless younger brother. Issac was quite the jokester, some even call him insane for his blind optimism during his journey to the estate. This trait would stick to him, for now.
"I prefer to be the attractive explorer Roard!" He joked, letting out a bit of laughter before he descended down the ladder.
A small cheeky smile was left on his face while his inner self regained from his foolery to prepare for battle. Once he reached the bottom of the ladder with the alchemist and the tall swordsman, his pupils extended by little, hearing the haunting choir gave him a bit of fright but he remained determined. His mace now back in his right and dominant hand, the other lay near his satchel, as if ready to pull off a signature combat roll that he learned and was taught to master it. Was he really ready to face the horrors of this place and the other dangerous dungeons ahead? Only time will tell for this young man.
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Post by Unter on Oct 24, 2018 0:16:00 GMT -8
Iver looked up, at Isaac's face, in total shock. This man really was an idiot ! He could see the particular lack of the spark of wisdom under its tiny eyes. Bloody hell. He wanted to look at Elorit, mouth gaping in astonishment, but the man already descended. And they were to protect that one to ensure victory? Bloody hell. He didn't want to let the youngster die, but if there was no other options...
Discarding the fool's saying -what an horrendous joke to make in such a situation-, Elorit turned the situation around. Ha ! Iver didn't want to laugh, because everything seemed to be echoed tenfold in this faen place. But a clear smile shone on his face. Grumbling while trying not to laugh, he said.
"Come on Isaac. We don't have all day."
He didn't even finish his sentence that the fool was going down the ladder. Iver followed him. It seemed that he was right when he thought that this faen plmace echoed everything tenfold. They could hear a bone-chilling tune, far below in the cave. Bloody hell. While watching Isaac, he said quietly to Elorit, making sure Isaac would be more interested in the singing. It wasn't like it was something important, but hell. Everything could happen.
"Do you think that I angered the boy when I dropped that faen fire in the water ? Ha. Did you look at his face ? Even an apprentice clown in the circus could do better ! This is the kind of boy that can jump to conclusions really fast. Don't let him behind your back."
He stopped being all shifty and all that. He didn't like it. But he interested himself more in the singing.
"Bloody choir. We stepped into the bloody church of fishes, with our luck. Was this faen black water their dump ? Stupid quest for nothing. At least, if they're a church, they will have good loot."
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Post by EloHim on Oct 25, 2018 16:15:37 GMT -8
"- Well, as long as you behind my back, Iver, im gonna be calm. But that guy seems to be a tad bit too smiley for the situation around him."
Elorit was smiling, as the dwarf's standing in his mind continued to imporve. Iver was a person he wouldnt mind to share a drink with, when its all over. When the sound of singing finnaly reached his ears, alchemist's musceles started tensing. He was prepared to solve the water problem...but fight an unknown number of ungodly fanatics? That was a little bit out of his league now. But that didnt mean that he will back down.
"- A cult. Great. So, explosives? Extensive ammount of smoke? Fire? What do we need more?"- he asked around, for he couldnt mix all of it at the same time...not yet anyway.
"- I could throw in some poison, while we're at it."
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Post by Kidney on Oct 25, 2018 16:23:27 GMT -8
From the depths of the dark, the haunting, peaking high notes ended, and the shuffle of feet echoed down the long hallway. Whispers, roars, and a screech or two made their way down, and Roard took a deep inhale.
"I know the song." He spoke, quiet and low, voice crackly and damaged. He coughed into a clenched fist, reaching behind himself to grab onto his gigantic blade's handle. He sniffed, popping and gurgling noises ensuing as he took steps forward, a snotty nose and creature likely the cause. Roard looked back, eyes adjusting enough to know to not touch a wall. "Slime. On the walls."
As if animated, the very walls now began to let out a smallish hum, slime coating on the walls vibrating. The substance was pulled taught, like a sheet over smooth stone. It was a smooth sheet over stone. The group would begin to hear strange sounds, like that of a tear of paper, but as loud as a gunshot.
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Post by kssanthony101 on Oct 25, 2018 16:59:55 GMT -8
Issac felt the whispers creep onto him. He stepped back to stand guard with Roard, his smile weakened to a nervous one. His left hand dug into the inside of his satchel, grasping a single stone, it's size about the palm of his hand. Bringing the element out of his satchel, he kept his eyes wide open, pointing them at the random noises spinning around the room. His voice now brought down by fear and worriedness, fluent but slightly nervous.
He laughed out of his own fear of these unknown beings singing.
"Haha...I don't like this at bloody all.." He said in a whispering and almost muttering tone.
The voices were giving him a bad sense of deja vu, he remembered the echoes and words of his brother, crying and wailing for his help during a time of sudden need. He will contain this haunting and consent nightmare for now. Only a question laid in his head, mocking his confidence and dignity at this moment.
"Can you last long enough to save him Issac?"
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Post by Unter on Oct 29, 2018 10:45:00 GMT -8
Iver looked at Elorit with a neutral face.
"Explosives ? In this faen cave ? I hope we can run quickly enough, then. I must admit that I'm not very fond of fishes myself, despite being of a bloody northern origin. Let's do this."
He looked at Roard and Isaac.
"You've heard this, Leper and the boy ? We're going to blow this place to smithereens. The heir doesn't care how we do the job. Easy money. We just need to head into the epicenter of the cave, if we blow something powerful enough, everything will come apart.
He looked at Isaac.
"After... It's just a matter of who runs the quickest."
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Post by EloHim on Oct 31, 2018 9:05:59 GMT -8
"No better way of dealing with the problem than burying the source of water with rock and stone." - bold move, but Elorit done stupider things than that. And the dwarf was providing him the support he needed. At this point in time he valued Iver's opinion on the matter more than opinion of other two companions. Mostly because Iver seemed to be considerably smarter than Roard or Isaac.
"I have just the thing for that. But first - lets deal with the more forthcoming threat.”
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Post by Kidney on Oct 31, 2018 14:43:49 GMT -8
Through the tunnel, words from the two behind Isaac and Roard sounded like the roars of a man on a soapbox. Roard turned back, eyes impossible to see in this light, staring like a demon back from the abyss. "Hush."
Ahead, Roard and Isaac would see, a stench permeated their nose at precisely the halfway point of the tunnel. It assaulted their senses, and had Roard not been a rotting mess, he would have been more affected. He squinted, quiet in all but step as he jutted his body forth, crouching a bit.
Beyond him, sat a room larger than usual, unusually lit. Roard turned to stare within, and let out a small gasp.
Organized in hastily-forced groups sat smallish creatures, each only a few inches taller than Iver, huddled together in slimy packs. Their dark, bloated purple forms shifting alienly as each's head boasted a single luminescent eye. From each of these shot forth a ray of bluish light, directed at one source within the dark room.
Raised upon an outcropping of barnacled stone, buried in a white mountain of collected earth and salt, was a man. He whimpered and cried, stripped of all clothing, bizarrely displayed and restrained within and atop the structure. His face bore a look of pain and regret, and his salty, reddened skin bore signs of irritation collected over years of imprisonment. His chest-skin looked delicately cut away, a transparent window of salt-glass baring his thin ribcage and pallid organs.
Before he stood a silhouette of concentrated black miasma, forged of darkness itself and dotted with angry starlight. It's robe-like attire, forged of the same astral materials, seemed formed of bioluminescent darkness-made sea-worms, wriggling and undulating as the bits of starlight danced across their projected-like forms.
Behind this figure sat a dead crab creature, shell cracked to reveal pickling white and scarlet meat.
From the front of the robed...thing, shined two dim rays of white light, brightening the organs of the man held prisoner. It's smoking hand raised up to caress the man's face, to which the man thrashed and screeched in response. From its long robes, a single worm slithered into the man's nose.
The banshee-like wail of the man shook the very room, and the robed figure simply watched as the man wretched and vomited over himself, his chest bleeding as he attempted to force himself from his imprisonment.
In seconds, the man fell silent.
Within another few, the robed figure sidestepped away from the man, standing beside the carcass of the crab-creature. Waiting. Then, from the depths of the man's chest, a screech sounded.
With an explosion of gristle and bone and salt, tentacles ripped forth, their crimson and gray lengths tearing into the exposed flesh of the crab, dragging its cow-sized corpse forward as if made of paper. From within the chest of the man, a tentacled horror arose, a fleshy, bulbous head like that of a newborn baby, sprouting eyes on every inch of its exposed hide. From underneath the head, and from where the tentacles connected, a white beak sprouted to bring in pounds of crab-flesh.
With this, the counted small creatures continued lighting this display, even as the miasma-creature began to dissipate into the air, its form infusing with the very breathable air in the room. No longer it stood, a gust of wind for all that remained.
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Post by kssanthony101 on Nov 1, 2018 14:40:26 GMT -8
Isaac piped down, keeping his words for his mind. The foul strench made him cough in disgust, he muffled himself with his left arm, not wanting to draw attention from anything hostile ahead. Whatever the dwarf and scientist had in mind, he disagreed with, he wouldn't want to leave Roard behind because of gold. Besides, he had something to explain to him once this expedition is over and hopefully everyone makes it out of this Cove alive. He marched, he crouched down next to Roard, taking in the sight of the unusual room.
The clustered and one eyed...things made him uncomfortable. In his view, he sees the things as light sources for cults, who else would want flesh balls that can radiate light?
Moving his eyes to gaze towards the tortured man, made him tremble in fear for a moment. The pain and punishment to him..Isaac felt bad for him. Is this what happens when you're left behind in this damned place? Shaped into a some plaything to be beaten down by a creature? Isaac would have none of it. He removed his arm from his mouth at the very second of the man wailing in pain due to the robed figure's interaction. Covering his ears from the loud cry, Isaac closed his eyes in pain from the piercing screech. Afterwards, he opened one eye then the other and then lowered his hands from his ears.
Watching the birth of the slimy and careless tentacles rip itself free of it's human shell made Isaac gag hard. He may be going after magic that can bring life into the dead but it needed to be more...cleaner then this.
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