[Iron Kingdoms] The Age of Rust.

[Dirigible]

All:

The taller members ducking to avoid concussion, the party makes its way off down the dank, stinking tunnel.

You travel for what must be two hours, picking your way though the rapidly deteriorating environs of the sewer. Every step you take seems to lead into less well tended sections, with the walls becoming more and more buckled and in place the stones have fallen away entirely, exposing bare earth and forcing you ro crawl over piles of masonry.

The level of 'water' increases steadily, indicating that you are slowly gaining depth, and it is soon slopping at the mid calf level (worse for the poor gobber), a thick and slimy broth that punctuates your progress with an endless plap plap plap. The stench grows worse too, the air becomeing ever more humid, close, heavy and laden with the smell of rotting filth. It becomes a struggle for each of you to breath, with hacking, almost wretching coughs becoming ever more frequent.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Tyra tries to keep her complaints and jibes to a minimum now that they are on the 'prowl' as she keeps the light up as high as she can, her nose itching as she struggles to keep from covering it with her free hand. That fat ball o gristle better be prepare to have my cleaning come out of his share o the reward.


She stops and makes a hand motion to stop as she whispers to Eyvind. "Hist.. hold up big man.. I heard somethin." struggles to get a better bearing on where she heard the scrabling coming from.

 

[darkbard]

gavyn dundrake

"i hear it too. sounds like rats to me. this is the aforementioned 'rat tunnels', after all, is it not? aye, but then again, if our foe is some rummy blackclad, any animal could be a spy, no?"

gavyn peers ahead in the half-lit gloom to see if he can make out where the noise is coming from. [spot, er, +0....]

 

[linnorm]

Eyvind

Eyvind

*Eyvind stops at Tyra's warning and crouches slightly to give those behind a better view. He also peers into the darkness looking for movement, and cocks his head to try and hear the noise that alerted his companions.*

OOC: Spot +4, Listen +4

 

[DJ_Colossus]

kneecap

"THBTPHT! Whew! What kind of daft critter do you think would make *this* his nest? No right creature in my mind, that's for sure."


Kneecap tries to listen past the plop plop plop of the sewers...
Listen: +3
Spot: +0 (ooc: damn! can't believe I forgot to put points into spot!)

"You sure you dinnt just hear the growling of Eyvind's stomach, Tyra?"

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"nay, that twould be more of a rumbling like a big grinding millstone." chuckles light but her eyes never stop moving, trying to spot any potential threat.

 

[Shadowfane]

"Neeeh!" Above the sewer's noises and the scratching, whispering everpresent in his mind, Dark can't hear anything that presents itself as an immediate danger. Peering beyond the shifting shadows and leering, half-seen faces that haunt his vision, the sorcerer struggles to see a worldly terror, whilst 'reaching' towards the shadowed flame that was the source of his power.

 

[DJ_Colossus]

kneecap

Dark: "Neeeh!"

"Oh, I'm sorry lad, that rumbling must have have been Dark."

Kneecap squints his eyes, and even with his Gobber darkvision, doesn't see much.

"Feh. You're overly cautious Tyra. Come, let's finish this hellish march so we can get out and get a proper breath of air."

Kneecap scuttles ahead of the group some 15', waiting for them to catch up.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Can I say I told you so if some stunted sewer gator eats you Kneecap?" Tyra grumbles as she walks on with the others, a dour frown on her face and a glint in her eye the hints towards her sharp tongue finding another target.

 

[Dirigible]

All:

Kneecap ducks between Eyvinds bowed legs, darting out into the darkness, so he sees it first, though it soon limps into the arc of light from Tyra's lantern.

The gobber sets his eyes upon some kind of huge, deformed rodent, a long lumpy body that if uprigt would be able to galre eye to eye to him. Long, ajgged yellow fangs jut from a long jaw, tufts of mangy fur around a pair of eyes that glitter with reflected lanternlight in the gobbers darkvision. The rat creature shuffles painfully on three legs, one of its forepaws tucked up against its body. I gives a snivelling squeak of pain with every movement but stops, sniffing uncertainly as the bullseye lantern illuminates it.

Gavyn:

Even as you try and peer over the others ahead, you think you can hear something splashing behind you.