Clutches of Evil - IC: Chapter Two

[Nonlethal Force]

Destiny trots alongside Byntrou and adds, "No more spiders for me, either. While they tasted good, they had an odd effect on my sleep. I don't like the feeling of not knowing what's real or not - especially given my own abilities."

The streets of the town are beginning to empyty out as it passes later on into the evening, but the town is by no means vacant, either. In some cases - such as the taverns and pubs - business is still picking up for the evening. Most places are preparing for the night, however.

A glance up to the sky reveals a cloudless scene. The stars shine brightly from above, helping to light the streets beyond what is already occuring through the oil lanterns on posts that have been lit.

[Sblock=OOC]I didn't know how far anyone wanted to go ... but I'm fine with moving on to morning. Hoever, if there is a reason not to, I'm also game for allowing RP to happen.[/Sblock]

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

“Hmm, I experienced an illusory event myself...though I didn’t sleep,” Keryth remarks thoughtfully.

 

[jkason]

Byntrou, roguishly sorcerous barbarian

"And gas," Byntrou adds. "I'll have to remember to belch well if we have the spiders again. That seemed to do the trick for me."

[sblock=OOC]I'm fine with moving onto morning, myself.[/sblock]

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Destiny smiles at the mention of the belch. "Indeed. Although I doubt my little belch rattled the shutters like a belch from a Bous." Destiny lets out an amuzed smile at her thought before moving on.

 

[D20Dazza]

"I am quite tired" Bahruul says with a yawn "Let's turn in and meet back up for breakfast"

 

[D20Dazza]

"Yawn"

OOC: I posted to this thread over the weekend but it seems to have disappeared. Strange things are afoot at ENWorld. I've deleted the post I just made because the one I posted on the weekend has appeared, I'd swear it wasn't there moments ago.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

<cut-scene to the next morning>

The party is able to easily find their way back to the place of their stay and make their way through the eating area and up to their rooms. The rooms look as though they are in good order. There are several pitchers of freshly drawn water waiting in a commons area with glasses that are there to take to the individual rooms.

As the party climbs the stairs to their rooms and walks down the hall, the sound of loud snoring can be heard coming from the room beside Bahruul's. Of the remaining rooms that are not belonging to the party, there are two vacant with the doors slightly ajar and one additional on that the door is closed and looks occupied.

From the second floor, there can occasionally be heard laughter from the few remaining patrons of the inn below. These burst of laughter are few and far between as the people downstairs typically do a good job restraining themselves from being too boisterous.

Inside their seperate rooms everything appears as normal. A quick glance out the window reveals that the sky is cloudless. There are several stars that can be seen in the areas that are not blocked by the tops of neighboring trees. The window is cool to the touch, indicating that this night in the mountains of northern Barghost is a chilly one. Perhaps there may even be a frost next morning.

The night passes quickly and without interruption. Each of the party members is alerted to the sound of light footfalls walking briskly down the hallway. Through the crack between the door and the floor the smell or cooking onions and garlic can be found filling the rooms.

[Sblock=OOC]Please feel free to assume you characters were able to rise whenever needed to do things like spells/meditation/etc.[/Sblock]

 

[jkason]

Byntrou, roguishly sorcerous barbarian

Byntrou rises from his meditation and gathers his things. He double-checks that his tools are all in the pockets he chose for them. Then a mental nudge turns him to look to the bedpost, where Delcoi sits waiting almost-patiently for him to offer his hand. When he does, she crawls into his robes to hide herself from the general populace, as is her wont. Byn has the odd sensation of feeling both his own hunger and Delcoi's satisfaction with a rat's egg she just devoured, but recognizes the latter as merely a reflection of his link with his familiar.

The bous heads down shortly thereafter to meet his companions and see what the Inn has to offer by way of breakfast.

"So, should we try the mine this morning, or venture into Foothills?" he asks softly when they've all gathered.

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

Keryth finishes his morning devotions to Bahamut, not long after the smell begins to drift under his door. Donning his armour and gathering his gear he heads down to the dining room, hoping there’s something other than spider on the menu this morning.

Finding Byntrou has arrived before him, Keryth sits down next to the bous, watching the stairs for their companions...wondering whether Bahruul or Pwent will thunder into the room first, once the cooking smells wake them.

When Byntrou raises his question, Keryth says in a low voice, “Well, I think Foothills first...as we need to find out what happened to the priests at the temple there.”

 

[D20Dazza]

Bahruul rises early and starts his daily exercise routine, first he runs through a series of stretches, touching his toes, the roof and trying to reach the walls while standing in the centre of the room and keeping his feet anchored to the floor.

Not long after he starts his routine the smell of breakfast wafts below his door making his stomach rumble and saliva flow freely in his mouth. But, the big Bous presses on, lowering himself to the floor he does three sets of push ups followed by situps and crunches.

Rising fluently from the floor, sweat starting to soak his fur, Bahruul stands with legs apart and starts to leap into the air, landing heavily on the wooden floor boards THUMP - THUMP - THUMP.

He finishes by practicing a handful of melee manouvers with a ghost weapon, spends a few minutes scraping himself down and then picks up his gear and strolls down stairs.

Stopping at the base of the stairs Bahruul scans the room, spys his friends and saunters over to the table "I could chew the legs off a dozen spiders" he booms as he lowers his huge frame into a chair.