Crossed Paths, Part III

[doghead]

Marcus of the Roma.

"I'll be all right Dhormium. So long as I know it will be over eventually and I will be able to see the stars overhead again.

"But I don't think we should pass through those doors with something, or someone at our backs. I heard something behind those doors, a humming noise. A droning? It didn't sound ... encouraging.

"Lets give Tullius a chance to see if he can learn something."

 

[Manzanita]

For what its worth, Dhormium figures the top of the shaft is probably well above the sphinx, more like the level where the party first entered and fought G'ruk's band.

Tullius can hear several voices speaking amongst themselves. They shout down some more. Tullius thinks they're saying they are the servents of Coeus. Then they ask who he is.

 

[Despaxas]

Tullius looks puzzled. "Servants of Coeus? Anyone know who that is?" He looks at the group. "And they want to know who we are, what should I tell them? They might be friendly or they might not be." He shrugs.

ooc: If they don't know either he will shout back to ask who Coeus is.

 

[Manzanita]

No one has heard of Coeus. Tullius recognizes that they are using some dialect of Greek that is somewhat different than the modern, standard one. It's possible he's simply misunderstanding them.

Although a head occationally peers down the shaft, nothing more is called down for a while after Tullius asks them who Coeus is.

 

[doghead]

Marcus of the Roma.

"Coeus? Chronos ... the god of time?"

Marcus shrugs. Like most people who have travelled through the lands of the mediterranian sea, he has hear of the greek gods. He has seen a couple of their temples even. Beautiful buildings. Although heavy and landbound. He wouldn't give up his tent and caravan for one.

"Have these people been here since the original greek owners?"

He pauses for a moment. "They are people right?"

"The truth. There is no point in lying unless you know what will get you into trouble. Tell them we are travellers from afar come to seek the wisdom of the old greeks." Of course, the truth is a many varied thing.

 

[Despaxas]

Tullius shrugs again and nods at Marcus. "We are travelers from far away come to seek the wisdom and knowledge of the ancient greeks. We have not heard of Coeus, who, or what is he?" Tullius shouts up.

"Well, we'll see what they say. I suggest we check out this area for any traps while we're still shouting and not attacking. In my experience these brief intervals never last long."

 

[Krilith]

~Dhormium, grows weary of the stand still between the two doors. He walks over to the locked door, and bangs on the locked door with his fist~

“Are we here to just walk inside this room and then turn like little babies the moment we do not know what is going to happen?”, the dwarft grumbles something dwarven “Move forward if there is nowhere else to move, even if that means that you walk to your own pyre!”. The dwarf visible relaxes now a bit.

“If we cannot open this door, or crawl up that tunnel there tunnel, lets move on.

~Dhormium starts to traverse the room, look up the shaft again, and walk up to the other door~

ooc: somehow i cannot colour code my letters or use anything else for that matter, font type, size colour, smileys , is anybody experiencing this too?

 

[Despaxas]

Tullius glares at the impatient dwarf. "Perhaps it hasn't occured to you that we might learn something of value from whoever is up there? It is not always the right thing to do to blunder stubbornly ahead. Now hold your peace until we're done here." He shakes his head.

 

[Manzanita]

For a time there is no answer from above. Then after a few minutes, a rope is lowered. It extends all the way to the floor. Tugging on it indicates that it is secured from above.

 

[Inez Hull]

As the party look to each other wondering how to respond to the lowered rope, Ehldannis clears his throat and stammers nervously, "I had the idea to do this so I think it should be my responsibility to follow it through. Besides, I am the most likely to be able to communicate with them. I can only hope though that they will be willing to pull me up, I think I would struggle to pull myself up hand over hand." The Elf seems to be in abject terror of the prospect, yet a restless curiousity keeps him looking up the shaft.