Crossed Paths, Part III

[Jarval]

Brioc watches Tullius and Ehldannis' ascent up the vent, drumming his fingers on the hilt of his scimitar.

"At the first sign of trouble, call down to us as loud as you can. While I cannot fly, I can call creatures that can!" He shouts after the two men, then leans back against the tunnel wall.

"Wolf, guard." He says, pointing towards the seemingly unlocked door.

Wolf, unperturbed by the events of the last few minutes, pads along the corridor and seats himself in front of the double doors. He scratches himself vigorously, shakes himself, and lies down on the stone floor.


(OoC: Hi everyone, I'm back )

 

[Jarval]

Double post, not a good start...

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Nanu nanu. Welcome back!

Octar keeps an arrow ready, looking anxiously up the shaft. He resists the urge to laugh along with Marcus and Dhormium- he expect it would sound strained. If nothing else, I can break their fall he thinks nervously.

 

[Manzanita]

The adventure's of Tullius and Ehldannis

Tullius is pulled up into a circular room about 40 feet in diameter. Four men haul on the rope. Three of these wear hide armor and have swords sheathed at their sides. The fourth wears leather armor and carries a mace. Three other men also stand in the room, wearing leather armor and carrying their shields and war hammers at ready. As Tullius is pulled up, then seem to be arguing, but stop as he comes into view. They all stare at him somewhat dumfoundedly. Then one says something like 'Park' and the rope-haulers continue to pull the rope to them. The speaker holds up his palm at Tullius indicating he should stop (and thus let go of the rope.)

Ehldannis, miraculously, finds the climb not so bad, and can scramble out of the hole as well.

Next to the heros is a 10 foot diameter column of black drape, that seems to be hung from the ceiling, 20 feet above. In the center of the room is a three foot tower of human skulls, supporting a large metal basin. A fire in the basin lights the room.

There is a closed door on the south side of the room. The heros are directly opposite against the northernmost part of the room.

"Who are you?" asks the speaker in oddly accented Greek.

 

[Despaxas]

Tullius holds up a hand in greeting. "Hail, I am Gnaeus Tullius Camillus. I am part of a group of travelers come here to study and learn the ancient wisdom of the Greek founders of this city. Are you decendents of the original inhabitants of this city?" Tullius stands easy and confident.

 

[Manzanita]

The blackrobed speaker seems a bit dumbfounded by Tullius' reply. It is not clear they understand what was said.

Having pulled the rope up, the men armed with sword pull these out and pick up sheilds which lay at their feet. The men armed with maces and hammers all wear long black robes and now move together to speak better among themselves. Though they attempt to lower their voices, certain words and phrases can be heard. They seem to disagree on their path.

"sacrifice! Wait! Scalies! skulls! " can be heard, and repeatedly, the word 'Coeus.'

After a minute, the speaker steps to the curtain, and slips his hand into an invisible break, as though to throw it aside. Turning towards Tullius again, he says. "Bow to Coeus!" and motions with his hands for he and Elhdannis to bow.

 

[Inez Hull]

I really shouldn't have acted so impulsively....

Although Ehldannis shudders at the thought of bowing down to this human god, whatever it might be, he decides for now the best thing is to keep the peace. He bows reverently and exchanges a look with Tullius, imploring himto do likewise.

Whilst on his knees Ehldannis will begin the incantation of a spell, hoping that it will be taken as some form of worship ritual, however if it seems like it is going to draw an attack from the humans he will cease.

[OOC: attempt to cast Tongues]

 

[Despaxas]

Tullius bows towards the curtain. Coeus, what in Hades could he be, a god is a god though. He'll just wait to see what happens next, ready to explode into violence if it is necesary.

 

[Manzanita]

The black robed priests seem quite molified by the actions of the elf and ranger. Relieved smiles are exchanged, and the speaker removes his hand from the curtain, not having ever opened it.

After a word from the main speaker, the guards sheath their swords, drop their shields, and again take hold of the rope. One of the priests helps, and again the rope is lowered into the darkness, where the rest of the party sees it reappear.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Octar shouts up in Latin.

"Tullius! Is it safe?"