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Post by DM CiCi on Jan 17, 2012 21:52:32 GMT -5
This is the prompt for Merrik and Lyrania. This next part is going to be rather involved, so the more you two can give me about your thoughts and emotions, the better I can shape this event to match you.
As Merrik won the coin toss this event will first shape to fit him, and gradually morph to fit Lyrania.
General Prompt from the last thread: After the first flight of stairs down, the party finds themselves in a dimly lit foyer. Torches sit in brackets in the four corners of the room. Merrik, Daesi, and Castus each grab one of these torches leaving the fourth in it’s bracket. As you look around you all are filled with the eerie sense that you are in a long abandoned crypt. Shelves are carved one above the other into the rock of the walls, and various human bones lie upon them and judging from the state of the remains- they have been there for a very long time.
Daesi is visibly shaken at the sight and when confronted he confesses that “this area reeks of dark magic.” Still, the elf presses on.
Another set of steep stone steps leads further down. The stairs are just wide enough to permit the party to travel two-by-two. Daesi and Terrwyn take the lead, followed by Nia and Merrik, lastly Castus guides Mirasinera onward.
The stairs almost seem to stretch on forever, and you soon notice that the footsteps of those before or after you suddenly are no more. You are now alone with your partner. Reaching the bottom of the stairs- you find yourself in a mist filled room. Shapes are beginning to form in the mist- swirling into focus
Narrow Prompt: You reach the bottom of the staircase, and torch in hand Merrik is the first to step onto the floor. As he does so the swirling mist consolidates at your feet and suddenly you find yourself in a damp cave-like setting. The ceiling of the cave is low and you have to duck slightly as you move on. In the torch light you can see tiny flecks of silver in the rock walls of the cave.
Coming from further in the cave, Merrik can catch a few whiffs of a metallic scent that is irresistible to one of his kind.
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Post by sue on Jan 17, 2012 22:09:26 GMT -5
"Where've they gone?" Merrik muttered, turning and waving the torch back down the corridor. "There weren't any turnings, were there? How could they have gotten lost?" He snorted, the thought that they might be the ones who'd gotten lost never once crossing his mind.
"Honestly, now is no time for-" he cut himself off, peering at the cave walls. What is this, now? he wondered, squinting and holding the torch closer. Can't be anything too valuable...some sort of mineral deposit...strange thing to find under a catacomb though-
"Where do you suppose we are?" he asked, prompted by his thoughts. "Granted I'm not over-educated on the subject of old tombs, but something about this makes me rather-" he paused, catching the scent in the air, "-uncomfortable, and-" his nostrils flared, and he took an unconscious step forward, "-curious..."
His feet brgan to carry him deeper into the cave. "May as well explore, then," he offered as an excuse, having more or less forgotten their original pupose for being there.
Well, if I am to risk my neck for these people, I may as well claim what prizes I find along the way- he rationalized, running his tongue over his teeth as he followed the scent, trying to kerp his pace casual. This smell...it was more than welcome, especially after the nauseating stench of the undead.
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Kitsu
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Post by Kitsu on Jan 19, 2012 17:19:59 GMT -5
Visibly shaken as those in front of her disappear, Lyrania dares a glance behind her. Again her companions are nowhere to be seen. She turns again at Merrik's question. "I have no idea. It seems to me as if they simply disappeared." The mist further unsettles the elf, more so when it seems to simply form into the cave.
She follows Merrik's movements carefully, not wanting to lose her last companion to whatever was effecting them. If in fact is WAS an effect and not something entirely different. Something about the human seems strange to her, though. He was walking almost as if in a dream, as if he had forgotten their original purpose in being there. And what if he had? What would she do then?
Hearing his question she answered somewhat shakily, "I'm not entirely sure. We should be in some sort of catacombs, but this seems more like a cave to me..." Her voice trailed off as she realized he was distracted by something or another.
"What is it Merrik?" She asked before she found herself having to run a bit to follow him again as he continued to move on.
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Post by sue on Jan 19, 2012 18:23:52 GMT -5
"I smell something-" -delicious- "-strange," Merrik answered, pausing as long as he could bear to, glancing back at the elf. "Metallic, I think. We should-" -find it, gather it up- "-investigate," he added awkwardly, hurrying off in the direction of the scent before he'd even finished speaking. A sinking feeling of certainty was gnawing at him, making him worry that if he waited, it - whatever it was - wouldn't be there anymore if he didn't get to it as fast as he could.
And that can't happen, he thought with grim resolve.
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Kitsu
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Post by Kitsu on Jan 20, 2012 1:07:21 GMT -5
"Wait, wait Merrik, that might not be such a goo..." 'There he goes again. Better follow him before he DOES get into trouble.' Nia was already going after him as she thought that, now certain he had forgotten about their companions. She shrugged as she caught up to him yet again. "Well, I guess it can't hurt too much to look," she muttered.
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Post by DM CiCi on Jan 20, 2012 13:16:32 GMT -5
As you two move forward in the cave you begin to notice silver coins littering the ground. Soon the hallway opens up to a narrow cavern. Rough rocks stick out of the cavern walls forming small shelves on which various treasures rest. Coins, vases, ceramics, jewels, and strings of pearls. As you enter you see a dark robed figure stuffing something valuable into a sack and scurrying off.
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Post by sue on Jan 20, 2012 13:29:06 GMT -5
The merchant let out a low whistle, then paused, crouching low and peering around the cavern. He thumbed Orn'ooble's hilt, slipping an inch or so of metal free so that he could draw it easily, should he need to.
Keeping his stance low, he crept forward, looking a bit like he was trying to imitate the posture of a dog sneaking up to steal a bone. His eyes darted around, wary for the return of the dark-robed figure, but searching and appraising the treasures around him even as he hunted.
It's nothing to mine, but seeing as I can no longer get to my own, this will serve, he thought, a smirk twisting its way onto his face. To Nia, he said, "Have you seen the like? And to imagine it just sat underground all these years without being sto-...stolen."
Merrik frowned, suddenly growing tense and cautious. If he knew anything at all, it was that unattended treasure did not stay in one place for long.
"Something is wrong," he forced himself to say at last, the disappointment clear in his voice. "I think we should follow that figure-"
He fixed his eyes on the hallway they'd disappeared to, trying to ignore the siren call of the treasure. He took a few steps in pursuit before stopping and turning back towards Nia. "What do you think?"
The silver and the rest glittered at the periphery of his vision, and he set his jaw and forced himself to ignore it. I'll come back, I will, I promise...wait for me. Please.
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Post by sue on Jan 24, 2012 16:05:31 GMT -5
Assuming that Nia could choose for herself, and growing increasingly more and more anxious the further he anticipated the figure was getting away with the treasure, the dragon finally took off in pursuit.
Though whether he was more concerned with finding out what they were doing, or with what they had taken, even he was uncertain.
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Post by DM CiCi on Jan 24, 2012 18:19:16 GMT -5
After running through room upon room filled with treasures you two from your training in the arcane are begining to feel like you are being run about in circles, all most as if someone is toying with you. As soon as you begin to to disbelieve the illusion, the very nature of this reality begins to fade and you instead find your self back in the catacombs. Any treasures you may have picked up quickly turn to dust.
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Post by sue on Jan 24, 2012 18:32:51 GMT -5
The merchant looked around him, and, noting the disappearance of the treasure, went to give voice to a cheated roar of grief, but his human throat translated it to a mere cry of frustration.
At least we're back, he reasoned, bitterly.
"Come," he snapped, finally, "Let's find the others."
Without waiting for Nia, he strode off into the catacombs, calling loudly for the rest of their party. Inwardly, he raged about his loss.
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