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![]() As Aelys began her descent, Ravgor adjusted his pack and tied a strip of cloth so that his axe handle was secure against his thig. He had taken the strip out along with his rope, an old trick he had learned to keep the handle from getting caught or being knocked from his belt as he descended into the darkness. He had planned to be the last one, staying above ground to make sure the rope held as the others descended. It was a solid rope he had used for years but not having explored the cave he wasn’t sure what to expect. It was likely that the rope would be fine but it was just as likely the rope would get pinched between rocks or get cut from rubbing a rough rock edge. He was rubbing dirt in his hands to dry them out when Aelys startled scream rang out, loud and then fading – a sure sign she was falling. Tossing the pebbles and sand to the ground he ran to the cave entrance. He tried to grab the rope but it was tight between a crevice in the rocks. “Damn it!” he cried out in frustration as he tried to dig the rope free. If not for the callouses on his fingers from years working needle through leather and grabbing heated metal to hammer into shape they would be cut and bleeding from the course strands and sharp stone. “You won’t get the best of me that easy,” he growled back to the moaning sounds that were echoing in the cave. Finally having a hand around the rope he pulled it free of the crevice and began to climb down “Hold tight lass. I’m coming.” A fall in a place like this could kill a person and he just hoped she suffered little more than some scraped skin or cuts. He knew it wasn’t likely she would get off that lightly but all he had was some bandages in his pack. If she had broken a leg or been impaled on a stalagmite he wasn’t sure what help he would be able to offer. "Take care on this rope," he called back to Halinne as he began his descent. "Don't want to have to haul two bodies out of this hole."
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Year 1165 - Springrise (early spring season) - Evening Quarter, Day Three The Catacomb of Dark Stars ![]()
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Last edited by Woland; May 8th, 2023 at 01:33 AM. |
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GM: Rise of the Redscales - Fraillie Farm - Forbidden Lands PLAYER: D&D - Ebonclad - Tales from Elystar - The Yondering Lands Last edited by 97mg; May 9th, 2023 at 08:33 PM. |
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![]() When he made it down and saw the unusual dark stone floor he was excited, thoughts of a great table or throne made of such marvelous material rising up before they were dashed apart by the sight of the bones all around them. Around and between those bones were gaunt and pale people, nearly as white and the bones themselves. The words of the mountain coming to mind. “Of this, you would be welcome. Far more welcome than the Orcs who littered my inner sanctums with that they caused to perish, so very long ago. Eternal life, comes with a cost, and though I am not eternal, I have seen enough years to know when a deal is ill made." It was the ones crawling and scrambling over the bones, trying to make something from them which caught his interest. Could these vacant eyed, slack jawed things have a spark of thought still burning in their heads? As a craftsman himself, he didn’t know if he should be intrigued or insulted watching them. Oh, what’s this then? The moldy armor of the first one to take a step towards them looked like it would split easily under his axe. Even in good condition leather could rarely turn aside a well-placed blow. The rusty sword in its knobby hand could leave a festering wound though should it strike. They couldn’t afford such a wound. Hauling someone gripped in a delirious fever up the knotted rope was not something he was eager to try. Untying the strap across his thigh and pulling his hand axe free of its loop he put himself between the two shambling dullards and his companions. “Hold,” he said in a deep voice, speaking the common tongue first and then dwarven “Stay your hand and I’ll do the same” Despite his words, he held the shaft of his axe firmly, its wood worn over time to fit into the curves of his wide palm.
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GM: Rise of the Redscales - Fraillie Farm - Forbidden Lands PLAYER: D&D - Ebonclad - Tales from Elystar - The Yondering Lands Last edited by 97mg; May 14th, 2023 at 09:34 PM. |
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![]() As the pair of slack jaws made their way back to the midden heap of bones the rest of their kind seemed to covet, Ravgor caught sight of a golden flash from the tarnished pommel of the rusty blade he carried. Folk often talked of the dwarven love of gold as an obsession, a greed that overcame their senses. Nonsense as far as Ravgor was concerned. Nothing wrong with having a passion for something beautiful, especially after it was expertly crafted and shaped. In this torch lit darkness, he could not tell if the blade was rusted through or just had a coating of rust. Slow, loving strokes with a whetstone and some scouring sand would take care of the latter. There was no hope for the weapon if its condition was the former. If it was garnished with gold there was a chance it may be inlaid with other precious metals or gems. Despite the poor light, he tried to Dice *
Crafting Roll on Sword: Strength 4, Crafting 3:
Looking around to find a large bone he spotted one that was about the length of the sword. Hefting it in his free hand as if judging its weight, he turned to Aelys. He didn’t bother to whisper, convinced that these creatures wouldn’t be able to make sense of anything they heard. “Not so hasty. He’ll keep for a few more minutes don’t you think?” he asked her with a smile. “Think you can swap it out. Leave him a bone and bring back a sword?”
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