IG's "Those Left Behind" Chapter 2

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP28/35, -4 wisdom=12

The newly 'unwise' Uulark watches all these goings on with great interest, and peers intently into the blackness (from a safe distance) when Talashia's lights enter it.

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: Now see, if you'd been sucking up like that in my game Harrison might not have gotten ripped in half last round.

It is indeed a great game IG!

*sticks tounge out at scottly*
PFFFFFT!

 

[industrygothica]

"Well you might have SAID something before you crushed the tank," Talashia lectures Rogash severely...then sighs and gestures at the hole.

With faint popping noises, globes of light appear in the air around her hand, then are flicked away. Like faint eruptions of swamp gas, the ghostly orbs waft and swarm around each other, but they stay in a relatively tight formation. Collectively they put out about as much light as a torch, though of a paler, silvery-blue shade that no fire could hope to achieve.

Brows furrowed ever so slightly in concentration, Talashia guides her lights through the hole into the room beyond.

(Dancing Lights!)

The area comes into focus slowly as Talashia's orbs dance their intricate pattern. It is a room, or more likely a large hallway; the far wall can't be more than fifteen feet from what was the back of the aquarium. The ceiling is level with the laboratory, but the floor descends well beyond the orbs' light. A stoneworked column rises from the darkness below, and as the lights settle around the pillar you can make out a humanoid shape, posed and hung like a piece of art. There's one at first, but as your eyes adjust you can tell that there are more around the circumference of the column, and perhaps even more all the way down to the floor.

OOC: Hope that makes sense. I can try to draw it out otherwise, but only if I have to.

Thanks for the compliments, btw. I hardly think this is the best game on EN World, but I'm certainly glad you are enjoying yourselves.

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

A stoneworked column rises from the darkness below, and as the lights settle around the pillar you can make out a humanoid shape, posed and hung like a piece of art. There's one at first, but as your eyes adjust you can tell that there are more around the circumference of the column, and perhaps even more all the way down to the floor.

Shai shudders, and though Dyspeer can see nothing, he whines a moment and licks his companion's hand.

"Is that people? Did someone string up people on the walls?" The large man's gaze jumps from staring through the hole in the tank to the stairs leading out, his weight shifting uncomfortably. And, for just a moment, it seems like the hair on the back of his hands thickens. It's just a moment, though, and probably a trick of the shadows playing off of Talashia's moving lights.

 

[Scotley]

In response to Talashia's lectures, Rogash nods, but stubbornly adds, "Well, some of us a men of action and not given to nattering on about things..." he sort of trails off as the hanging figures become visible. "What in the hells was this alchemist up to?"

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP28/35, -4 wisdom=12

Uulark's horrified expression bears witness to how disturbed he is by the sight before them. He immediately clutches his holy symbol to his breast and quietly intones a prayer for the souls of all the poor wretches before him. "....and I humbly appeal to all the Gods of Glory to protect and preserve us as we strive to correct this grave injustice, Amen."

 

[Shayuri]

Talashia's frown deepens and she sends the whirling lights closer to the pillar to get a better look at the strange and unsettling figures.

"Lets not jump to conclusions," she reproves. "They could just be statues."

Shazi climbs up onto the ledge to peer into the shaft.

(OOC - Shazi has 60' Darkvision, if that helps. )

 

[industrygothica]

The floor stretches down close to fifty feet. The bodies stop at about half that distance.

"Lets not jump to conclusions," she reproves. "They could just be statues."

As the words leave her mouth Talashia can feel the energy radiating from her new staff.

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP28/35, -4 wisdom=12

Uulark's prayer continues....

"...And, likewise, if this should prove to simply be some villains idea of "art" then I pray that the Gods of Glory may slowly roast his testicles on their hearth and eat his heart."


OOC:

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP28/35, -4 wisdom=12

You're close enough to see that they certainly look like real-live dead bodies, all skeletonized and yucky looking and stuff. Any closer than that and you'd be, well... closer.

The room is big enough, and deep enough, to be accessible from somewhere
other than where you are, but it'd involve a bit of exploration to know for sure. Who wants to go stomping around a stinky old dungeon and risk running into gooey things? Oh, yeah...

"Well," says Uulark, "Shall we dive right on in and have a look around this area?"