Game Thread Chapter 1: Under the Il'Idril Well - Page 12

JHouck8390 · #**166** 09-01-2010, 01:45 PM

Hayward's insistence that Swald lead the group surprised Swald.

Perhaps I've influenced him more than I suspected...

If you insist, I will take point. Agreed, everyone?

Magnai · #**167** 09-01-2010, 02:08 PM

Quiivern is surprised by the weak human's dedication to the diplomat. Strange. How did that happen? I'll need to pay more attention.

Quiivern grumbles, being displeased. He wants to kill some kobolds and quick. He doesn't like that the elf is hiding something. Very much doesn't like. He won't defend that one as strongly. Agreed. Let's go.

fred · #**168** 09-01-2010, 04:46 PM

Tim glares at the human with a sour eye. "And what reasons would you have for distrusting me? I fought along wiht you against the worms, and did quite a bit more damage then you due to your... fall." Tim walks back over to the entrance preparing to decend into the well. "I shall go first if I want to, and you would not be able to stop me. If the room is not clear, then wouldn't you be endangering Swald by sending him first? This does not seem like wise thinking on your part." With that, Tim grabs onto the rope and begins his descent.

Frodiddly · #**169** 09-01-2010, 06:05 PM

Azog had been silent through most of this, looking to his horse to make sure it was well secured and safe. He returned to the group just in time to see Tim spit* at Hayward, and the Elf descend down into the aqueduct.

"Well, off we go, then. Let's get on with this. It's just a few little dragon-rats, anyhow! Enough simpering around."

And with that, Azog followed Tim down, without waiting for input from the rest. He could take care of himself.

Magnai · #**170** 09-01-2010, 07:07 PM

Quiivern walks to the rope and becons for the others with his hand. Quiivern wants to descend after Raiiel and stick with him. It seems like the group is going to disagree and Quiivern would rather stay with the strongest character for this setting.

Quiivern's unhappy about all this disagreement and stubborn action. If we're going to fight together, we need to listen to each other. If we just act as individuals, we'll be cut down and brutally murdered by simple creatures.

snack · #**171** 09-01-2010, 08:20 PM

"The time for words is over, it is time for action."
Gregor grabs the rope and begins descending, with some difficulty due to his armor but thanks to the knots manages to hold on if barely.

DiViNe · #**172** 09-01-2010, 09:39 PM

[Hayward Uth Mondrian - Human Fighter]

Having clearly offended the elven man Tim, Hayward kept his back as the man spoke his discontent with venom in his words. He seems offended, but it could be nothing more than one of his masks of trickery. I should not turn my back on that man, not for an instance... Well, starting in the aqueducts that is.

As his "companions" began their descent into the aqueduct, Hayward finally turned when Tim was gone, and merely shrugged at Swald who had offered to go first after Hayward's words. He assumed his closest companion was equally confused at the outburst. After all Tim was found in a dungeon, a little mistrust was sure to follow, especially with lives now in hand.

"It wasn't that I was hoping to offer you up as a platter to any evils that may lurk in there, But rather I don't trust that man one bit. Seems I've offended him... Er, slightly?"

Laughing as he tied off his and Swald's horse nearby where there was obvious shade, he then moved toward the aqueduct with Swald. Sizing up the tunnel, he adjust his breeches, sighed one last sigh of slight exasperation, looked over at Swald and spoke as he dove in with the others, following just after the dwarven cleric.

"Bottoms up!"

Jesse · #**173** 09-01-2010, 11:22 PM

Thorn follows the others' examples and tethers his steed with the rest. Such unrest cannot be good . . . "Good thing I planned on watching my own back" Thorn mumbles to himself. Thorn proceeds into the aqueduct bow at the ready.

ChordataXVII · #**174** 09-02-2010, 01:57 AM

Raiiel Leaves the water, shaking off her hand a bit as she pats the horse on the side and heads into the aquaduct, looking to Quiivern quickly as she knelt on the edge, looking down. With an aggivated sigh she looks back, taking off her pack and setting it to the side, removing a dark green cloak with the blackened picture of a wolf cross the back, and covering her nose and mouth with another dark green cloth with blackend pictures representing fangs. Cracking a sunrod she dropped it down the well. With a final farewell to her beloved Sigil she points to her pack (Druidic)Guard... With a last pat on the head she pulls on leather half gloves and grabs hold of the rope, locking her legs around it she slides down, pausing if she happens to run into anyone on the way. It seemed Sigil was just destined not to be able to track this stupid thing after all.

Magnai · #**175** 09-02-2010, 02:22 AM

Quiivern looks around for one last time. Ah. Now we finally get back into my comfort zone. I've missed the caves. They are so dark and dank. They wrap around you like a nice blanket. What's more, they have some nice little hiding places. That's good for me and good for my enemies. I like being on my toes and challenging myself. It'll be a long hard road down there. I might need to sneak into the darkness on some occasion. Now that'd be an interesting sight: Wait... where did the big dwarf with the greataxe go? He can't have vanished. How the hell would that work? Quiivern giggles to himself. The thought of a dwarf magically disappearing into thin air is just hilarious.

Quiivern looks around again and tries to remember his surroundings. He looks down with his darkvision into the depths of the acqueduct, seeing Raiiel race down the rope. Quiivern holds the rope and lets his fingers slide absent mindedly over it, as if he's assessing its strength. Quiivern, not much of a prayer, visualizes his future and prays as much as he can: This might be the death of me. May Moradin protect me. May I slice open the arteries of my foe, concealing me in their blood so that I may strike down another. If my friends die, I hope they are stuck down by a mighty foe. That is the honorable way to go.

Quiivern pauses and readies himself to slide down the rope slowly. He looks down, letting his eyes slowly adjust to the surroundings. He begins his descenting, spinning his head so that he can sense danger the instant it presents itself. Quiivern wispers to himself in a creepy voice as he descends Hi, I'm Quiivern. Wanna play?

JHouck8390 · #**176** 09-02-2010, 01:47 PM

Swald, watching everyone disappear into the shaft after one another, decides that it should be about time to follow suit. Swinging himself over the edge, he climbs down.

JHouck8390 · #**177** 09-03-2010, 02:47 PM

How's the climb, down there!? No surprises, yet, I hope!

Chekken · #**178** 09-05-2010, 06:50 PM

The descent down into the aqueduct is precarious at best, and downright dangerous at the very least. As you use your hands and legs to climb down the hole into the aqueduct, the ropes writhe this way and that like deformed snakes. Unfortunately, this also means that you are swinging back and forth, which makes climbing a lot harder. You hear one or two bending noises from above as the ropes pull hard on whatever is supporting them. On you climbed through the darkness: the sunrod is the only thing guiding your path now. You can barely see your friends and the rope, let alone your own hands. Finally, your feet touch ground 30 feet below the aqueduct entrance.

You are now deep under the well. The inside of the well doesn't look so much like an aqueduct--more like a dark cave, winding this way and that but generally heading in the same direction. There are small cracks here and there from natural crevices in the ceiling, bringing specks of light into an otherwise blinding darkness. The sunrod is at your feet, illuminating the cave 20ft ahead. There is a slight curve in the cave past there, where it is extremely dark. You shiver a bit as you imagine what may be in the thick black ahead of you.

There are two statues parallel to one another a few feet in front of you, just at the tip of the sunrod's light. They appear to be in a stance of prayer, with their hands held together and their legs crossed. The statues have an expression of serenity carved into their stony faces, giving them the appearance of being human.

You see a blue glow far off in the distance, and can hear a barely-audible, high-pitched humming noise from somewhere down the cave.

Magnai · #**179** 09-05-2010, 07:36 PM

Quiivern shakes his head. A dwarf isn't meant to be swinging about like that. A dwarf is supposed to be on the ground beating his foes to a pulp. I am happy that we're finally in a cave. It's a great time.

Quiivern looks at Raiiel and nods to the blue light in silence. He walks to the left wall of the cavern trying to not make a sound. He places his left hand on the wall and listens for any other activity inside the acqueduct. He's particularly wary about the little noises that Kobolds would make. His right hand has unsheathed his axe and he holds it by his side.

Anyone looking particularly astutely at Quiivern notice a smile come to his face.

Chekken · #**180** 09-05-2010, 08:19 PM

Quiivern can see more statues lining the hall, side by side and row by row. To his black-and-white dark vision, the light appears to be a lighter shade of gray (but Quivern has enough experience underground to tell that it's blue). The light seems to be coming from around the corner. The light was flickering now, much like a candle does in the breeze. As Quiivern moves further towards the light, his hand hits something wet and squishy. He turns and gasps. Impaled to the wall by it's own spear is a kobold. Beside the corpse was a tiny letter written in blood. It's characters are unfamiliar to Quiivern as he tries to read it: it was not Dwarven, and certainly wasn't common. The "l"'s, "j"'s and "r"'s have a strange sort of curve at the end of them.

"Hiers wilts u niets doe wijs!!!! Hets betreurt wils u of, plaatst dits van uit verblijfs!!!"