[GRIM TALES] Wulf Ratbane's SLAVELORDS of CYDONIA
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Wulf Ratbane
Adventurer
The group hustled to their feet and started running, staggering, shoulder to shoulder, as the temple began collapsing around them. The low rumbling became the death rattle of the complex, which belched up a huge cloud of foul-smelling dust and debris that formed behind them and quickly blew past them, even as they ran.
Out they ran, down the hallway, past the lizard's pool, past the chunks of flesh, past the bodies in the pit, up the stairs, and out through the mouth of the snake to the exterior Temple.
Though they could barely see, Teddy and Brigitta skidded to a halt at the edge of the altar, with Rawley and Bill so hot on their heels they nearly all went down in a jumble. Haskins, by this time nearly carrying a pale and sickly Joshua, was the last to emerge. The two of them collapsed onto the altar.
They tried to shake the debris from their hair, to cough the dust from their lungs, to wipe their eyes clear.
Before they could see, they heard a sound that most of them recognized: the unmistakable chk-clack of guns preparing to shoot.
The cloud of dust settled and the group could see they were surrounded.
Ten feather-adorned warriors stood nearby, five to either side, atl-atl's poised and ready to throw wicked-looking javelins. Behind them, taking cover in the pews, were another half-dozen white men with guns.
An older gentleman in the center spoke clipped words in a strange language, and the feathered warriors relaxed ever so slightly. Then, in heavily accented English, "Hold your fire."
The men with guns glanced briefly from the older gentlemen to a pudgy man crouched behind them. No sign or words passed, but they did not seem to ease at all. Their guns were still bearing directly down on the heroes.
The older gentlemen held up his hands and spoke again. "I am impressed to find such resourceful people here, in this jungle. I sincerely hope you had more success than our men. Do any of you require medical care?"
Out they ran, down the hallway, past the lizard's pool, past the chunks of flesh, past the bodies in the pit, up the stairs, and out through the mouth of the snake to the exterior Temple.
Though they could barely see, Teddy and Brigitta skidded to a halt at the edge of the altar, with Rawley and Bill so hot on their heels they nearly all went down in a jumble. Haskins, by this time nearly carrying a pale and sickly Joshua, was the last to emerge. The two of them collapsed onto the altar.
They tried to shake the debris from their hair, to cough the dust from their lungs, to wipe their eyes clear.
Before they could see, they heard a sound that most of them recognized: the unmistakable chk-clack of guns preparing to shoot.
The cloud of dust settled and the group could see they were surrounded.
Ten feather-adorned warriors stood nearby, five to either side, atl-atl's poised and ready to throw wicked-looking javelins. Behind them, taking cover in the pews, were another half-dozen white men with guns.
An older gentleman in the center spoke clipped words in a strange language, and the feathered warriors relaxed ever so slightly. Then, in heavily accented English, "Hold your fire."
The men with guns glanced briefly from the older gentlemen to a pudgy man crouched behind them. No sign or words passed, but they did not seem to ease at all. Their guns were still bearing directly down on the heroes.
The older gentlemen held up his hands and spoke again. "I am impressed to find such resourceful people here, in this jungle. I sincerely hope you had more success than our men. Do any of you require medical care?"
Brigitta
[OOC: Darn Indiana Jones double-cross
. Brigitta casts a quickened swirling vortex of fiery death...oh...wait...don't have that one yet 
! ]
Brigitta spits out a mouthful of dust as daintly as possible, rapidly formulating and discarding half a dozen plans. Feigning a coughing fit, she whispers to her gallants.
"Easy gentlemen. Teddy, not a word about our prize."
Noisily clearing her throat, she calls across the room, voice oozing with honey.
"We have several minor injuries...do you have a doctor with you?"
She lapses into silence, mind working furiously, but she sees no escape from their current predicament.
~ OO
[OOC: Darn Indiana Jones double-cross
. Brigitta casts a quickened swirling vortex of fiery death...oh...wait...don't have that one yet ! ] Brigitta spits out a mouthful of dust as daintly as possible, rapidly formulating and discarding half a dozen plans. Feigning a coughing fit, she whispers to her gallants.
"Easy gentlemen. Teddy, not a word about our prize."
Noisily clearing her throat, she calls across the room, voice oozing with honey.
"We have several minor injuries...do you have a doctor with you?"
She lapses into silence, mind working furiously, but she sees no escape from their current predicament.
~ OO
Wulf Ratbane
Adventurer
Old One said:
"I have a first aid kit if you need it, and the tribe's medicine man has no small amount of skill. Sill, I think that minor injuries are best left to Nature.
If none among you requires urgent care, I suggest we turn to discussing what you have recovered from within, and how we move forward from here."
Fenris
Adventurer
Wulf Ratbane said:
"Actually we have a man who has been poisoned and is in need of urgent care sir. As for what we have recovered from within, our lives are all that we have been able to extract from this acursed place."
OOC: Diplomacy Roll 11
Bluff Roll 21
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=174276
Sorry it rolled four times so I took the top two
Brigitta
She whispers in return, "I know Teddy, I am just trying to gauge their competence...at least in things medical...they told me what I needed to know."
She raises her voice again, trying to put her sweetest tinge on it...
"It has come to my attention that one of my men has suffered several snake bites. I would like to examine and treat him, but want to ensure your riflemen are not afflicted with nervous trigger fingers. May I see to him as we talk? And speaking of talking...I am Brigitta Nielson, spokeswoman of this expedition...whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
Without waiting for a response, she takes a couple of steps forward, careful to keep her empty hands in plain sight.
"Mr. Hambrick, can you make it up here? Let me have a look at those snake bites."
With that, she turns her back on the potentially hostile force and tries to smile reassuringly at her companions. Glancing at Bill, she shakes her head slightly in the negative with a gentle shrug of her shoulders and reaches for her medical bag...
~ OO
nakia said:
She whispers in return, "I know Teddy, I am just trying to gauge their competence...at least in things medical...they told me what I needed to know."
She raises her voice again, trying to put her sweetest tinge on it...
"It has come to my attention that one of my men has suffered several snake bites. I would like to examine and treat him, but want to ensure your riflemen are not afflicted with nervous trigger fingers. May I see to him as we talk? And speaking of talking...I am Brigitta Nielson, spokeswoman of this expedition...whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
Without waiting for a response, she takes a couple of steps forward, careful to keep her empty hands in plain sight.
"Mr. Hambrick, can you make it up here? Let me have a look at those snake bites."
With that, she turns her back on the potentially hostile force and tries to smile reassuringly at her companions. Glancing at Bill, she shakes her head slightly in the negative with a gentle shrug of her shoulders and reaches for her medical bag...
~ OO
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