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Post by DM Bob on Apr 18, 2024 13:58:10 GMT
Quila places her third eye beyond the door she was last at (the hallway with another 6 niches in the top right of the drawing of this level) and starts scanning further ahead. But then she gets the idea to look about to see if the hands were anywhere else along the route - possibly waiting in ambush. Knowing this won't take long, she retraces the entire route up until that point to make sure she has an accurate read of the dungeon.
It is here that she discovers a small man, [Kam describe Umbris here.] following the path that you took into the temple. He stands over a small pile of slashed hands that quiver on the stone floor before him, at the bottom of the pit before the hallway with the necromantic trap door.
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Post by DM Bob on Apr 18, 2024 14:15:19 GMT
Quila sees a halfling, creeping along the passageways of the tomb. He sticks to the shadows along the wall expertly, gliding through the darkness almost like a wraith.
This halfling is dressed mostly in travel worn cloth and leathers, with a bare chest that has a necklace of fangs dangling from it. He wears bracers and greaves, the greaves studded bone plates with wicked looking stone barbs, the bracers seeming to be made of a glossy steel blue chitin.
On his hips are a pouch and a bone dagger, and in his left hand is a dual-bladed bards friend, it’s blades currently sheathed with a quick draw string attached to the covering.
What’s most odd about this halfling, however, is his head. He has a mane of pitch black hair, two hazy blue eyes that seem to almost gleam… and a rather magnificent mustache and mutton chops, unlike the fresh and youthful faced others of his people.
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Post by DM Bob on Apr 18, 2024 16:59:04 GMT
Enemy's Slumber, 11th of Fortuary, Late day/early evening
Ral: Currently in the sky
Current Location: Temple of Mak Thuum Ngatha
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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 18, 2024 21:03:41 GMT
As he carefully creeps along, he keeps his eye out for Thessik. He knows he went in here... he has to hurry. He hasnt seen much while down here, has heard a slight bit of skittering in the walls, but that has to be rats. It better be rats... damn crypts.
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Post by Quila Oris (John M.) on Apr 18, 2024 22:40:09 GMT
"Oh. That's unexpected," Quila exclaims while looking distinctly distracted with her seer's concentration elsewhere, "There's a halfling creeping into the entrance tunnels the way we came. He looks like ..." and Quila describes the odd halfling to the rest of the group.
"Hmmm, anyone know them? It can't be a coincidence unless he is part of a pack of wild hunters, but he doesn't look and act the part."
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Post by DM Bob on Apr 18, 2024 22:45:32 GMT
Thessik chimes in with a worried look on his brow.
"Sounds like Umbris. I told him nah tah follow unless my Focus was compromised."
"Shit."
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Post by Attilius on Apr 18, 2024 22:56:28 GMT
Thessik chimes in with a worried look on his brow. "Sounds like Umbris. I told him nah tah follow unless my Focus was compromised." "Shit." Hearing the dwarf identity the halfling, the giant lowers his weapon in frustration. Clearly he was hoping to split something in twain. "So what's your focus? You gonna be a banshee now?" |
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Post by DM Bob on Apr 19, 2024 0:24:50 GMT
Thessik looks extremely irritated.
"I hardly know you to open up that way, goliath."
Asking a dwur their focus is like asking the Dragon if you taste good. You might get an answer, but you're likely to get killed for being the one askin' it.
That does mean that he trusts this halfling more than you though.
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Post by Attilius on Apr 19, 2024 0:42:24 GMT
Not understanding his racial foo pah in the least or maybe not caring in his current mental state, he looks to the others before responding
"Maybeee but I just don't want to have to fight yous too, as some yellin' undead, if you happen to fall down 'ere. Savvy?"
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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 19, 2024 1:41:28 GMT
Noting the signs of battle but the lack of dwarven bodies, he picks his pace up. Now darting forward, he looks worried
"Shit shit shit shit..." He growls, searching for any sign of life. He glances at the ruined statues, having to slightly fight the urge to peace that puzzle back together.
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Post by DM Bob on Apr 19, 2024 1:48:30 GMT
There are signs of disturbance in the dust and debris. A lot of it centers on a SE door that isn't quite shut as a huge stone coffin lid is bridging the gap over what looks to be a pit.
There's a door that is shut on the other side of the coffin bridge. A lock is on it...
A likely place for a trap if one hasn't been sprung just yet.
Quila notices him just outside their hidey hole. The issue of course being the wizard lock that has been placed upon the entry.
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Apr 19, 2024 2:16:36 GMT
[Elven: "Did Attilius just say that the dwur is dying? What's going on?"] 'Muiko asks Niachi before turning to Quila to say [Elven: "You said that there was an halfling coming now too? Should we go gather him before he falls to a trap?"]
'Muiko will peer over at the exchange between Attilius and Thessik as he approaches the door to open it.
On seeing the new halfling as he opens the door, 'Muiko chuckles [Halfling: "Welcome, uh, hairy one!"]
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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 19, 2024 2:32:45 GMT
[Elven: "Did Attilius just say that the dwur is dying? What's going on?"] 'Muiko asks Niachi before turning to Quila to say [Elven: "You said that there was an halfling coming now too? Should we go gather him before he falls to a trap?"]'Muiko will peer over at the exchange between Attilius and Thessik as he approaches the door to open it. On seeing the new halfling as he opens the door, 'Muiko chuckles [Halfling: "Welcome, uh, hairy one!"]
Glaring up at them, he waits a moment for any farther action from the tall one before he speaks [Halfling: "Is there a dwur trader in there, long legs? Or are you planning on ambushing me? I wont go down without a fight!] He shadowboxes the air infront of him for a moment, throwing out a few kicks and punches that look rather untrained[Halfling: "But if you aint going to shank me id like to come in, I dont like these crypts. Safety in numbers, right?] He says, standing back up with a slightly hopeful grin |
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Post by DM Bob on Apr 19, 2024 2:42:47 GMT
Thessik grunts out, "I'm here. What's goin' on? I wasn't expecting to get this caught up in things... thought you guys had the camp in order. You wouldn't be here if it weren't a small deal either."
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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 19, 2024 2:54:57 GMT
"Oh, hey boss. The carts got attacked, big time. I dont know if anyones even left, it was a buncha long legs like this one in bone masks that came in light a lightning strike." He spots the stocky boss behind the tall'un, and is animated in his speaking, shaking his head as he shifts from foot to foot
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