Industrygothica's "Those Left Behind" [IC]

[Mista Collins]

"I study magic." Tanith says as she looks from Rogash to her own person. "As you can probably tell by the limited weapons and lack of armor. I like to study everything possible, but most my interest lies in illusions."

As Tanith watches Shai look down the hole, she continues with a smirk. "And I'd prefer to be in between those who are capable of handling themselves with weapons."

 

[industrygothica]

Shai and Rogash take turns looking down the hole to see what they're getting in to. About 10 feet separates the ground and the top of a small platform, about 10 feet square--it's just barely big enough to hold all of you, should you decide to climb on at the same time.

A small flight of steps leads down from the platform into large muck-filled room that extends to a point beyond what either of you can see.

 

[Friadoc]

"At the Flannae-tel Monastery, which you probably know as the Chat'an Monastary," says Friadoc, even though few people have heard of the elusive sect of monks being far from Cairn Hills. Fewer still, if any, can even recall having met one of militant brothers or sisters. "I learned to walk the path of the spirit of cat and fox, it is a cunning path that whose teachings add to the balance of body and soul."

"As with others of my people," adds the young halfling. "I am gifted with stealth, however Jat Won shows that balance of one's body and mind can turn even the smallest reed into razored steel."

"While I cannot see in the dark," finishes the lithe man, with a sly smile that almost belies the dangerous nature of the rogue-monk. "The shadow is my friend."

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

His grin grows as the others reveal their skills. Taking the offered rope, Rogash says, "A fine company. I'll take a look around down here as you decide how you fall out in the order of march."

 

[industrygothica]

Rogash slides down the rope onto the platform below to have a better look around. He can feel the churning in his stomach even before he frees himself of the rope, and as the vileness of the place sets in fully he begins to wretch uncontrollably (fort 6+6=fail, Rogash is nauseated).

The others watch as Rogash lowers himself into the mouth of the sewer, and are more than a little revolted as they watch him toss his lunch into the filth below.

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

Having rid himself of the last of his meat pie breakfast, Rogash turns his face upward. "Oh, its foul down here. If I can't get aclimated there is no point in trying to go on." He struggles to regain control.

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

As Tanith watches Shai look down the hole, she continues with a smirk. "And I'd prefer to be in between those who are capable of handling themselves with weapons."

Shai blushes, smiling at the wizard. "Shucks. I guess I am pretty good at squishing things, and Dys has a nasty bite, too.

"Other than that, my spirit quest's taught me how to ask the wind and fire and plants and animals to help when I need it. That's how I got Dyspeer, actually."

Having rid himself of the last of his meat pie breakfast, Rogash turns his face upward. "Oh, its foul down here. If I can't get aclimated there is no point in trying to go on." He struggles to regain control.

Shai grimaces at the sight. "Right enough," he concurs, staying clear of entering until they determine if their entire trip will be a fight against vomiting. "Lemme know if you need back up, and we can hoist.

 

[Mista Collins]

At the sounds alone of Rogash losing his lunch, Tanith does all she can to fight back the urge to do the same; but is unsuccessful as she leaves some of her lunch in the overgrown weeds.

Wiping her mouth with the sleeves of her robe, Tanith forces a smile. "Sorry about that. I can handle many grotesque things, but I don't deal well with vomit."

 

[Friadoc]

Leaning over the opening, Friadoc cups his hands around his mouth and shouts down to Rogash.

"If you have a piece of cloth, like a bandage hankerchef, pour some water on it and tie it around your face," instructs the little man. "It should help."

After parsing out the instructions, Friadoc pulls out his own hankerchef, a dark earthy color, and pours water onto it.

"I've had to deal with noxious gases and foul odors before," Friadoc says with a dismissive shrug. "Curiosity doesn't always skin a cat, sometimes it just leaves them in a stink."

Once done, Friadoc will make his way down the rope, as well.

 

[industrygothica]

Friadoc follows his own advise and wraps a water-soaked cloth around his mouth before cimbing down the rope. As he lands on the platform, almost on cue, he too begins to toss his lunch violently into the mess below (fort 4+2+6=fail, nauseated for 2 rounds). Fortunately he manages to remove the cloth from his face before he does so.

Rogash does eventually manage to compose himself, though he can still feel the bile sitting in his throat (fort 16+6=pass).

[sblock=ooc]I gave Friadoc a +2 circumstance bonus for the wet cloth. Didn't help much in this case, but he'll get a second shot in two rounds.[/sblock]