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Post by EtherealNoire on May 23, 2019 16:12:48 GMT -8
Talea freed the Light Worshipper from the fetters, twining the chord about her waist lest it be forgotten with the tide. Still the waters snarled as they withdrew from its lair. It gnashed against the rocks, tossing spray and pointed maw in vile reverie. Dreams of their demise. None would claim them. Alight on dusted heels, she twisted through the corridor, heeding not the roar that echoed in their wake.
Fortune sought them. Its promise dangled against beating heart, alive with desire, and drove away their dread. Thus where the oceans met the stone, with treasures nestled in its arms, she waited.
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Post by twostepsback on May 23, 2019 18:23:39 GMT -8
Charis removes the key from around her neck and inserts it into the lock, then gives the key a twist and opens the doors to the cache.
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Post by rosallora on May 23, 2019 18:36:34 GMT -8
The key clicked in the lock, and the top of the wall-embedded compartment cracks away from the bottom with very little resistance as the water slid up to the group's ankles, submerging their feet. A Great Treasure is yielded to them, shimmering and strange in the light of the cavern. A crown, made of shell and jewel, sparkled. All of the gems in the cavern paled in comparison to its beauty, and even without any note or letter, it is known: this was Hers. And now, freed from its housing... it was theirs.  |
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Post by twostepsback on May 23, 2019 18:44:55 GMT -8
Charis lets out a low whistle as she removes the crown from its hiding place. "Now this is a treasure worth the extra effort!" She quietly crows. "but I think we should admire this crown fully, once we are well away from the tide line!" Charis adds as she attempts to make a quick exit from the flooding sea cave.
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Post by EtherealNoire on May 24, 2019 8:19:08 GMT -8
In silence, Talea followed, their flight drowned beneath what thundered against oceanic halls. It brought life to those who clung from the dripping stones, shutters cracked and soon flung open to embrace the nearing tide. Already it nipped icy fangs into their toes, and She hurried on beside the Worshipper of Light, unwilling to join the mortals wasted in the sea. They were not far from escape. Nor was the waters far from arrogating them in its gelid depths.
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Post by Vanitypirate on May 24, 2019 17:49:41 GMT -8
Ponytail rose and aimed his gun as he noted two figures approaching from the dark, he let out a sigh of relief and lowered his gun.
"Yes! Friends!" He called to them with a wave, "Let us exit this cave! Come! The way is safe!"
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Post by rosallora on May 25, 2019 5:03:49 GMT -8
The trio of adventurers splash through the water, their memory of the place keeping them from falling into the icy crags, and slipping into the deep pockets between solid land. The water climbs up their legs, and by the time they have reached the maw of the thing, it is nearly up to their knees. It was not a moment too soon.
The rocks are not any more forgiving on the way up, but the moon guides their steps and the water cannot reach them once they begin their ascent. The turbulent waters below pulse with energy, calling to them, almost cajoling. Perhaps it is because they have stolen something that they ought not to have. The monster beneath the water is slow moving, but the glance back and trained eye will see it's shape beneath the water. But its crest does not break the black glass of the water, and the group is safe as they could be.
Their bodies ache from effort and cold, but as they climb and the rocks grow drier, there is a feeling of relief, of life. Steam curls off of the rocks, the warmth of the earth betraying itself to the air. But soon they make it - and with one final heave, they are where they started, landing palms down in silty sand, with the silver disk of the moon above.
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