[IC] Industrygothica's "The Hive"


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Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

As his summoned eagle disappears and the others charge the remaining beetler, Shai throws his hands in the air. Drawing his warhammer, he glances about.

"Dyspeer and I'll just watch the door then while you finish your fun?" he says with a sigh.
 

Shai shakes his head as the others dogpile the remaining beetle like a ravaging band of savages. As Tanith pulls her blade free of the creature for the last time, she realizes that it has stopped moving, and probably has been for some time.


Remaining in the filth-filled room are are several bales of rotting hay and mounds of bones heaped in the floor. Two goat carcasses lie against the far wall, as well as that of a humanoid dressed in full plate. The humanoid appears human or elven, but the details are obscured in the dim light.
 

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

Shai glances about the room, but covers his nose and doesn't take more than a step or two inside.

"Looks like a dead--and stinky--end," he offers. "Should we try the next door? Hopefully, the ants don't have a good sense of smell."
 

"Let us see if we can find the identity of our deceased friend here. At least his family should know what happened to him." Says Jonas, and he kneels down besides the corpse to search it and see if he can find a clue to it's identity.
He'll lay it down in a more gentle repose and speak the last rites over it.
 

The body is that of a human. He wears a finely made halfplate and riding boots. His cloak and underclothing are ruined, fouled by dried blood and excrement. He is still wearing a full backpack, which comes off easily enough as Jonas repositions the body.

The backpack contains a mess kit, nearly a week's worth of spoiled rations, a whetstone, 50-foot of silk rope, five vials of a liquid substance, and a tightly rolled bedroll. Jonas thinks the bedroll might weigh a bit more than it should, though it could be just soaked with moisture from this most vile room.
 

With the adrenaline in Tanith dying down, she final notices the rank smell in the room and does everything to keep her morning rations in her stomach. Covering her mouth she walks out of the room and finds something to wipe the blood from her dagger. With her hand over her mouth, she addresses the group. "Think that armor is worth taking? We might be able to resell it if it doesn't fit anyone properly." With a gag and a forced smile after it, Tanith looks to Shai. "Using weapons up close can be fun. I'll try not to steal your thunder next time. You are better trained at it than I."
 



Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

Mista Collins said:
With a gag and a forced smile after it, Tanith looks to Shai. "Using weapons up close can be fun. I'll try not to steal your thunder next time. You are better trained at it than I."

"Looks like you did pretty good for yourself without me," Shai says. He jabs a thumb in the direction of the room. "Besides, with that stench, I was more than happy to switch places and be the one slinging magic from a distance this time 'round. Gotta change things up once in a while to keep it interesting, yes?"
 

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