Turn 41 - It's Dark in Here
Fabian Benavente
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Justin Kroona
Greta had spent the past few hours not thinking; not
thinking about the darkness or the great weight of
stone overhead waiting to bury them all. Her
concentration was broken by shouts and the sounds of
battle. Greta did not understand the words but she
recognized the language; the language of the enemy.
It sounded close, but who could tell down here? Greta
readied her spear nonetheless; there was likely a
fight coming, one way or another. If there were
minions of the Shadow down here, it wouldn't be long
before they were found.
"What should we do?" she whispered to the others,
although she suspected she already knew the answer.
She also hoped Brew and Urokk wouldn't argue, there
wasn't time for such bickering.
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Justin Kroona
Brew didn't care a bit for this sidetrek, but losing
Grakram would have been a significant loss. Although,
the longer they walked the more uncertain Brew felt
about this. Underground, in the dark, orcs were just
as comfortable here as the dwarf and dworg. But Brew
kept his doubts and concerns to himself. Voicing them
wouldn't accomplish anything. Instead Brew kept
walking and kept quiet.
Then he heard the voice, shouting in the Black Tongue.
Kill them all? Who was the them? Dwarves? Unlikely,
Brew couldn't believe dwarves this close to the edge
of the mountains could have evaded the notice of the
Shadow for this long. From the splashing sounds Brew
figured it was something more sinister.
[Greta/old]
"What should we do?" she whispered to the others,
[Brew/new]
"I'd vote for moving on and leaving the fight behind.
Who knows what they're fighting. Probably something
much worse than orcs,"
Brew knew that the others would want to rush ahead
boldly (and foolishly) and fight. He shook his head,
not everything could be solved by force of arms. At
some point the others would have to learn that, before
they ended up dead.
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the comforting weight of the mountain on top of him, and had woken up
mostly healed. Yet another testimony of the superiority of the dwarven
physique, as he saw it. The eternal darkness barely broken by the dim
light of the gnomes' lantern that seemed to depress the manlings was
balsam to soothe his constantly simmering anger. Even as he knew they
were heading towards a dead stronghold it almost felt like coming
home.
One day, perhaps, once the present business was concluded he'd come
back with expedition and reclaim these halls... and with that success,
perhaps he could gather support for another trip, more perilous, to
see the bones of his lost Clan's magnificent city and pay his respects
for the dead. Perhaps, one day, when the taint of the Shadow was
pushed back further, he might even lead an army of dwarven soldiers
and engineers to reclaim the Idenor.
His good cheer was swept away when he and Urokk became aware of the
sounds in the distance, though. They both pressed their ears to the
stone walls, listening for the vibrations all underground dwellers
knew the bones of the mountain carried so well, but the song of the
earth was muted. In the very edge of hearing, sounds of splashing
water could be heard.
The others approached and Grakram gestured them to stand still; the
sounds seemed to be coming closer, or perhaps he was just managing to
focus better on hearing them. But he barely had time for the first
frantic hand gesture when the silence was broken by dwarvish war cried
and the unmistakable words yelled in the Black Tongue. Even if one
didn't understand the words, the tone made the message clear
enough.
REF: "What should we do?" she whispered to the others, although she
suspected she already knew the answer.
RPG: "Ye need tae ask?" Grakram grunted, his eyes widening in
astonishment that someone could feel any doubt in the situation. "We
go an' kill 'em buggers an' we eat 'em!" His eyes glittered in the
light of Arthur's lantern, his face twisting into a scowl of righteous
wrath. That servants of the Shadow were despoiling these halls was
certain. But the possibility that there were some remnants of the
Cardaal in left to defend it was something unexpected. He and any
dwarf had questions for the survivors and the Spirit Below would gnaw
at his bones before he let the chance for answer slip from his
fingers!
With a few practiced motions the dwarf looped the chain wrapped around
his right gauntlet to secure his axe to his hand, adjusted his shield
and without a backwards look to see if the others would follow ran
into the darkness, towards the sounds of ensuing battle. His charge
was hardly silent; his heavy armor clanged on every step, his maul and
old axe chiming in every few steps as they scraped against his
breastplate, but the clamor of battle ahead would drown out most of
the racket until he was close enough to see what was happening, see
who fought what and in what conditions.
TAG: Everyone interested...
NRPG: I assume the cursing was in Old Dwarvish, since you likened the
sound to Grakram.
Unless faced with an absolutely unwinnable battle he will naturally
get right to it... and even a suicidal engagement will tempt him
gretly ;^)
-Jussi / Grakram
Lex Aevum
Ganwin sighed silently in the darkness just outside of the lantern's
reach and then moved in where he could speak quietly to the party. "I'm
getting a bit tired of these headlong encounters with the Shadow.
Perhaps we could approach this one a little differently?" the rogue
questioned.
[Tag Grackram, since I'm sure he'll disagree :P If he does, include the
below]
"Just give me a few heartbeats!" Ganwin hissed at the dwarf and then
slipped forward into the side tunnel.
[If no dissent from anyone]
"I'm going to go take a peek. Follow far enough behind that you can
still see me. No lights though, hold hands and move slow." Ganwin
ordered. After a second of silence he continued "Let me get clear of the
tunnel opening before you bring the lights up. I don't want any attention."
[regardless]
The rogue padded off silently down the side tunnel toward the sounds of
battle, keeping only a sliver of his attention on his companions behind
him. As he approached the opening at the other end, Ganwin crouched down
and pressed his body against the wall. He peered into the next space...
Fabian Benavente
If not, I'll roll some dice and move the game forward.
L8r,
Fabian
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Shadow. Perhaps we could approach this one a little differently?" the
rogue questioned.
RPG: "There *be* a different way?" Grakram scoffed, shaking his head.
"Ye do what ye like; me, Oi'm goin' out there an' Oi'm gonna hurt
someone. If ye try tae stop me, the someone mighta be ye."
TAG: Ganwin, everyone interested...
NRPG: You are free to sneak about (The smart thing to do, no doubt)...
but since a fight is already going and dwarves might be involved,
don't expect Grakram to slow down a step ;^)
-Jussi / Grakram
Fabian Benavente
Just to let you know that I expect to be busy tonight so the turn will have
to wait until friday night (my time).
Game on!
Fabian
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"Kill them! Kill them all!"
[Cita – New]
Cita shrank back at the sound of the Black Tongue. This was going
from bad to worse. Her dubious companions seemed ready to jump into
the fray at the slightest chance.
Were the agents of the shadow coming towards them? Would there be
more fighting? A million questions flashed through Cita's mind as she
wished fervently that they were above ground were at least they could
see what was coming.
Cita held her breath, waiting to see what her companions would do.
[OOC: sorry, having a busy week]
Justin Kroona
RPG: "There *be* a different way?" Grakram scoffed,
shaking his head.
"Ye do what ye like; me, Oi'm goin' out there an'
Oi'm gonna hurt
someone. If ye try tae stop me, the someone mighta
be ye."
[Brew/new]
"Spirits save us," Brew muttered under his breath in
Erenlander.
The bloody fool, Brew thought. Was the dwarf going to
try to kill every Shadow servant they happened to run
into along their way? Brew frowned. He had no other
option, unfortunately, alone he wouldn't get far
underground. He just hoped there wasn't a legate
involved in the fight.
With a sigh and a resigned shrug, he turned to Cita.
"I'm sorry," he said to her in Halfling, "I probably
should have warned you that some of our group insist
on fighting every enemy we happen to come across. But
we can't just let him fight alone either."
[tag Cita]
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Justin Kroona
RPG: "There *be* a different way?" Grakram scoffed,
shaking his head. "Ye do what ye like; me, Oi'm goin'
out there an' Oi'm gonna hurt someone. If ye try tae
stop me, the someone mighta
be ye."
[Greta/new]
Greta watched as Ganwin headed off into the darkness
and then Grakram started to move as well. She readied
her spear and realized how limited she would be in a
fight down here. The lantern's light only extended
about 10 long strides, she wouldn't see any enemies
until they were almost right on top of them. Greta
turned to Atur.
"Stay close to me and Kruack, Atur, we'll need the
light if we are to be of any use,"
Greta saw the nervous expression on Atur's face. The
gnome was afraid, which was reasonable since he was
holding the only light source. Greta tried to reassure
him.
"Don't worry, I will not stray far from the light. I
will protect you from any orcs."
She smiled slightly but her eyes carried little
warmth. With that she turned and followed Grakram
towards the sounds of battle.
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After a rest the wildlander was feeling alittle better, he was checking his
remaining wounds before they were to get going for the groups travel..
when the sounds were heard, before kruack had a chance to speak up there was
a conversation that seemed to already be ending as ganwin quickly headed
down the tunnel and then Grackram..
Just then he heard brew speaking to cita, he turned to towards them as he
took a torch from his pack guess we gonna need the light.. he thought
Brew/Old
"I'm sorry," he said to her in Halfling, "I probably should have warned you
that some of our group insist on fighting every enemy we happen to come
across. But we can't just let him fight alone either."
Kruack/New
That we cant Brew, He stated..as he drew his sword..
You spoke of casting light brew? He questioned. We are going to have to see
what we are going to fight down there.. Not waiting for a response the
wildlander light his torch from athurs lamp as he turned to greta... This
should help, he exclimed as he held the torch high in one hand and his
sword in the other and followed the others
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Subject: [Hope for the Children - The Midnight PBEM] Re: Turn 41 - It's
Dark in Here
[Grakram/old]
[Greta/new]
Justin Kroona
[Kruack/Old]
That we cant Brew, He stated..as he drew his sword..
You spoke of casting light brew? He questioned.
[Brew/new]
"Without knowing what we're up against, I'm not doing
anything," Brew said testily. "If there's a legate
down there I'm not going to paint a target on my
chest."
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[OOC-Sorry, I have been extraordinarily busy and it is likely to continue for the next couple of weeks at least]