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![]() Dawn was still some time away when Ravgor woke. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept in past sunrise, even in the depths of the mountains he would already be awake by the time morning sun made its way down the light channels that led up to the surface. Cracking his neck as he sat up, his back popping on its own accord, the first thought he had was for breakfast. Stepping out into the cool, dark morning he picked up his pack from where he had set it the night before. Since the large tent he had stolen filled up most of the pack, he kept his other items in canvas sacks and leather bags tied to the loops and straps of the backpack. DAMN IT! The ragged hole torn in the bottom of his food back meant he wasn’t having breakfast. It must have caught on something and ripped during the storm. If he was going to eat today he was going to have to spend some time looking for mushrooms or roots on the mountain side. Quote:
“Can’t say for sure but that sound,” he snarled. “That’s the Moaning Caves. Wish I would have heard it during the storm. Saved me almost losing my tent. If he ran into the things we have he may have tried to hide there." |
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GM: Rise of the Redscales - Fraillie Farm - Forbidden Lands PLAYER: Clumsy - Ebonclad - Blackguard - Tales from Elystar - The Yondering Lands Last edited by 97mg; Mar 15th, 2023 at 10:59 PM. |
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Year 1165 - Springrise (early spring season) - Morning Quarter, Day Three Weather: Clear
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![]() Ravgor looked at Aelys blankly for a long minute as she asked for a drink from his waterskin. Uncorking the deerskin bag and taking a short swig of water, his eyes never left hers. Good enough to make the point I guess. AS low as my rations are I’ll be the one asking soon enough. No sense making it worse than it needs to be. With a short grunt, he handed the half full bag to her. “Just a bit and some for Grey too. Best keep an eye out for some water puddled in the shallow of a rock or under some brush. Not likely to cross any rivers for a while.”
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Year 1165 - Springrise (early spring season) - Day Quarter, Day Three Weather: Clear
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![]() The sounds of the cave were horrific but Ravgor was sure that they could be due to the twists and turns of naturally formed tunnels and chambers just as much as they could be the tormented dead that it sounded like. Pretty sure. “Hold, not too fast. We haven’t see sign of our quarry yet but that doesn’t mean he didn’t make his way here. If a storm passed like the one weathered, he’d need shelter. Before we run off I will speak to the mountain. If it feels generous today it may tell me what we seek to know.” Setting his pack down, he began to strip off his gear and clothing. He kept only his flute in hand as he sat on the ground facing the mouth of the cave and some two hundred feet away from it, he crossed his legs and began to chant, a deep rumbling from his throat. After several minutes of this he began playing a slow, dirge of a tune on his flute. It had the feel of the slow, steady drip of water from the tip of a stalactite into a stagnant pool of cold, underground water. Last edited by Palliven; Apr 7th, 2023 at 07:36 AM. |
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![]() Opening one wizened eye to peer at the brash elf, he continued playing the somber tones of longing and timeliness on his flute. His song was long. The mountain was in no hurry and would not be rushed. Unwilling to stop, he simply closed his eye and continued to play.
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Year 1165 - Springrise (early spring season) - Evening Quarter, Day Three Weather: Clear
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![]() Ravgor shook off the weight of the mountains words as a bear shakes off its winter sleep, slow and ponderously. Blinking his eyes against the sun as if they had been down in the darkness of the mountains bowels he stood up, legs stiff and back sore. An absent brush at the annoyance of the dirt and pebbles stuck against his skin sent the debris away but left behind red dents and divots between the hairs that covered much of his body, save his head. Water for his parched throat then clothing for his bare body. With the essentials addressed he turned to his two companions. “Today the mountain has decided to speak and for that I have given it our thanks. Not many have made their way this far along its paths and turns but it seems the one we seek has. He is in the hole – fallen, dragged or walked in willingly I do not know. He is likely not long for this world if we do not help him.” Making a last adjustment or two to his gear, Ravgor pulled his axe free from its loop. “There were orcs down there once. It has told me that there is worse down there now.” He looks at both his companions, trying to read their faces at the news he has shared. They had both seemed eager to adventure when sitting with a mug of ale and a plate of food. Most were. How would they fare now when confronted with certain danger and a dark hole? "Come friends. Surely you will join me in the darkness to find the one we seek."
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