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"Kill them all!" Last edited by jbear; Jan 8th, 2021 at 02:13 PM. |
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Characters: Del Corgan • Iris Kettering • Caleb Shaw • Deirdre Venteuse • John Alias Last edited by hafrogman; Jan 29th, 2021 at 01:13 AM. |
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"Without Commitment, you'll never start;
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"Kill them all!" Last edited by jbear; Jan 13th, 2021 at 07:40 PM. |
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I have taken the Oath of Sangus. Last edited by Pseudonymous; Jan 14th, 2021 at 06:35 PM. |
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Status: On the Road to Recovery. DMing: And the Devil Dances Beneath a Mosaic Sky Characters: Thunder in the Morning - Harp Strum - Captain Tavosh Last edited by Strangemund; Jan 19th, 2021 at 05:50 PM. |
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The resident orc did not have as much luck with digging as he had wanted. His hands had tightened so fiercely and white-knuckled around his shield grip and the haft of his pick during the run after Sneppa's death that they opened slowly and worked sluggishly. Still, enough was done so that the kobolds could begin getting the rest of their number out. He was secretly glad he had not uncovered any dead ones, partly for the simple fact of not wanting more death among their own, but also because he wouldn't have known how to address the nameless, scaly dead. Better that their living kin do so. He would have hated to unwittingly defile something. The thought crossed his mind that the dwarf body back behind them needed dealing with if and when all of this was over- if for no other reason than to spare the living a very short but no less terrible ghost resentful at its lack of beer-basted burial rites. But that could and would wait.
Once he had massaged his fingers a bit and flattened smooth a little shred of skin that had gotten torn up, Ayaga tuned back in to the conversation. He tried to ignore the sensation of something boring into his very bones and soul, and glanced over at the curiously squint-eyed kenku several times, but said nothing of it. He scrunched his brow up slightly and remained several words behind Pilfer while deciphering exactly what the kobold was saying through his markedly different accent. But when the lamed 'bold began to hobble his way down one passage, Ayaga jogged closer until he was a few paces behind. "Wait. Who were they? How many? What did they look like? The group you were following, how did you judge they are being guided?"
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I have taken the Oath of Sangus. Last edited by Pseudonymous; Jan 24th, 2021 at 07:26 PM. |
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Characters: Del Corgan • Iris Kettering • Caleb Shaw • Deirdre Venteuse • John Alias Last edited by hafrogman; Jan 29th, 2021 at 01:13 AM. |
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Ayaga did not know what to make of the exact composition of the group of interlopers, but he was glad that the makeup was common knowledge now. He furrowed his brow at the mention of a bugbear. Of course it was ridiculous on some level to assume that every bugbear held the same allegiances as all the others- they were no more or less varied in their nature than orcs were- even humans had some diversity to them, albeit sharing certain common threads of self-interest and/or shortsightedness throughout. But here, in what was to be the seat of their employer's new tribe, that simply couldn't be the case- this was something clandestine. His eyes drifted cautiously over to the other three shaggy Goblin-speakers in their group, though he hated himself a little for it.
The orc silently shared Baruuk's anxiety when the singing started up again. He kept an eye on the passage they had come down, just in case something managed to come up behind them. He hoped that the kobolds were able to press on and help, or were at least out of the way now- perhaps all kobolds everywhere could benefit from being that way for a few moments... but the rock budged, and then moved all the way, and they were left with the uncomfortably small fit. He did not want to be the first one of his size through that crawlspace. Fortunately, he was sufficiently distracted by the pungent stone that Pilfer set in his hand. Ayaga made a double take at it, then craned his neck back to pull his head away from it as much as possible when the smell smacked him in the rounded little nose, which wrinkled furiously for a moment. It was not that the smell by itself was so offensive- it was that it remound him of certain odors he and his people associated with evil. But after a few moments, the orc sifted through the mélange of stinks and determined that there was no horseradish in there. That allowed him to get past his initial preconceptions, only to be faced with the implication that this stone was somehow magic. He nearly dropped it to the floor then and there, but his grip was held firm by the worry of what would happen if it broke open. Hesitantly, he accepted the stone and tucked it away into a small bag on his person that was not holding anything else at that moment. He didn't want to break taboo and reject a gift, after all. He firmly shut the bag using a little drawstring fastened in place by—you guessed it—a bit of bone. It looked to be another finger joint of some sort. "Ha'hnah, who herded the water buffalo, you are remembered..." Getting down onto his hands and knees after Gristle almost assuredly bounded forward into the unknown, Ayaga crept through the low space until he came out into that land of cold light and colder, clammy floors. He stood up and looked about in awe, his eyes adjusting quickly to the new lighting, his lungs filling with the dampness of the new air. Surprise took him as he realized that they were no longer in a humanoid's approximation of the underground- now they were truly passing through the veins of the earth. He looked at once to the glowing crystals, fearing that yet more magic was coming to them. But then he opened his mouth, cocked his head, and stared into the space where water was dripping. Where were they, exactly?
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