[IC] Dichotomy's Age of Worms: The Whispering Cairn

[TiCaudata]

"I wonder if there is anyway to get down there? (OOC: The next is directed at the nigh mandatory glare Fintan will recieve from Vixtrin) "What!?"

Fintan gives an impish grin. "You do know that your menacing malevolence only makes your magnificently mesmerizing beauty all the more magnetic to my musical machinations don't you?"

He procedes to turn to go back to his lantern lighting circut, using his own torches until they run out. (ooc: He started with 4, one is still in the inidgo lantern. When he runs out he will ask for others)

 

[TiCaudata]

Fintan starts humming under his breath as well.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Vixtrin turns away from Fintan with a snarl of disdain. Likes to hear hisself talk, he does. Still perplexed by the grinding sound of stone on stone from below, Vixtrin approaches Byron and Lartis. "Another click or leave it be? Whatever sound that is coming from below, I can't see how to get at it from here--short of that bloody cylinder we saw a moment ago--so we might as well continue with pushing on the dais."

 

[Dichotomy]

As Fintan makes his remark to Vixtrin, Lartis and Byron exchange an odd glance. Byron looks aghast, and Lartis looks like he's about to burst with laughter. However, both nod in agreement with Vixtrin's suggestion to move the arrow another click.

As the three set their weight into the platform again, Lartis' bad leg gives way and the other two fail to budge the platform. Suddenly, the creaking and rumbling sounds from below stop. For just a second, the hall is silent... Then the floor beneath the flickering green lantern collapses.

After a couple seconds, the party hears the stonework strike a surface below.

"There's more to this than it seems," Lartis nervously says.

Byron looks about to reply, but from the new hole a new sound comes. There is a skittering of many, many small things, and it is getting louder.

 

[Amal Shukup]

He procedes to turn to go back to his lantern lighting circut, using his own torches until they run out. (ooc: He started with 4, one is still in the inidgo lantern. When he runs out he will ask for others)

Sprout digs out his two mundane torches and offers them to Fintan. "I've got another two, Fintan, but should we bother lighting all the Lanterns now? I mean, we're still nissing one of the set..."

 

[Amal Shukup]

... but from the new hole a new sound comes. There is a skittering of many, many small things, and it is getting louder.

[SIZE=-2]ooc: Just noticed this line... Oops![/SIZE]

"That doesn't sound good!"

Sprout drops one of the torches he was about to hand Fintan, and lights the other with a tindertwig...

"Anybody got any oil?!"

With lit Torch at the ready, Sprout waits to see what comes out of the 'green' passageway...

 

[TiCaudata]

"That can't be good."

Fintan starts to sing. It's a song about old days when Diamond Lake wasn't just a hole for greed. It's a song about the hidden beauty Diamond Lake still possesses. It's a song about the leaving to find a new world past The Free City. It's a song about staying and healing Diamond Lake. It's a song about a boy's knives from the shadows, a dwarf's faith in Moradin, getting lost in the mystery of a magical item, and the glory of a harlot's daughter who stands her ground and wins. It is a song about all of this mixed together and combined around a group of nigh strangers who only have hope holding them together. Everyone hears this and their hearts are surprisingly lifted and the sound crawling up from the depths seems slightly less horrifying.

OOC: Fintan is performing inspire courage +1. Initiative dependent I suppose.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Vixtrin starts when the floor collapses. "Looks like we found our alternate way down." Picking up her torch and uncoiling her spiked chain, Vixtrin moves toward the collapsed alcove carefully but with purpose.

Spot +0. What's coming from that new hole?

 

[Dichotomy]

As Fintan's song begins to inspire the group, Lartis nods in response to Sprout's question. "Aye, lad. I've got some of the oil we found. But do you think..."

Lartis is cut off as a living geyser of bettles bursts from the empty hole. As the undulating blanket moves, a thin coat of bright yellow liquid trails in its wake.

Just behind the swarm, a horrid aberration emerges. It has six sharp legs sprouting from a central body that is little more than a disgusting eye.

[size=-2]Initiative:
Sprout: 22
Aberration: 21
Swarm: 20
Byron: 13
Fintan: 10
Vixtrin: 8
Lartis: 7

OOC: On the map, the aberration is 1 and the swarm is the four darkened squares. TiCaudata, I don't know what Fintan's initiative mod is, but I presume that it is between -2 and +3, so it doesn't matter right now. However, if you could get your sheet reposted... We can go on the fly for now if you need to reconstruct him from scratch.[/size]

 

[TiCaudata]

OOC: I'm almost certain it was 0 or +1... I can't find the scratch paper I had it on, I'm thinking I might have left it in my PHP that my friend currently has. I'll spend the long weekend working on reconstruction as I'm out of town for the next two days. I'll probably be able to post early tomorrow and then late on Thursday.

IC: Fintan takes aim at the aberration and lets a shot fly. He then will take a 5' step away from the swarm.