[Lakelands] Six For Adventure

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

After clambering out of the barrow's entrance, Horsom covered the hole with a collection of boards and timber left behind by the demolition crew. He then carefully placed his Stone of Alarm on one of the supporting members of this construction, and stationed himself within earshot of the device.

He turns to his companions: "We should spend the night close by. My Stone will warn us if anything tries to escape the barrow".

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OOC: Horsom will spend the night camped within one round's run (120') of the hole.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Following Horsom's lead, Selanil also prepares to make camp for the night. He will agree to take a turn on watch if the group wishes to have someone awake at all times through the night. He keeps his bow and Maeve's spear close at hand while resting.

 

[maddmic]

Kregor helps cover the hole. He then nods to everybody and prepares the ground for his night's sleep.

OOC:
He will try to be about 15 ft. away from the opening.

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

Horsom makes a campfire in the ruin of the mill, about 15 feet from the hole. He keeps his torch, and bow and quiver ready. He volunteers to take first watch.

 

[Raven Crowking]

As the sun set, the whispering began. It seemed at first to come out of the very ground itself, but then it became obvious that no two were hearing the same voice. It spoke in dreams, and it spoke to the waking. It threatened death, or promised riches. One merely had to listen to what it said.

But, even if the thin, cold voice was spurned, it was clear that no one could get a good night's sleep so close to the old ruined mill.

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

Horsom hunched by the sputtering fire, bug-eyed with fear. He clasped his hands, his fingers reflexively aligning themselves into the shape of Herne's protective Horns. The sinister whispering seemed only to grow stronger.. and darker.

The sibilant, unearthly voices seemed to penetrate the dreams of the sleeping; the axeman's four companions flailed and moaned as if caught in a fever's nightmare.

A few long and desperate minutes passed, then Horsom could take it no longer. "Dain.. wake up." As the crusty dwarf slipped into his boots, Horsom explained his plan. "We should go down there.. now. Whatever lies beneath the mill needs to be dealt with before it drives me mad. Either that or let's move camp farther from this tomb. The stone of alarm will let us know if anything emerges during the night. Let's wake the others."

 

[maddmic]

Kregor opened his eyes at the sound of others. He had thought that he was the only one awake. He had tried to listen to the whispers, but as he was just understanding the message and voice, it all seemed to change. It was like when he was a child and could see something with his peripheral vision, yet when looking directly at it, it seemed to disappear. He laid there much like a corpse lays when a priest has laid it to rest, arms crossed and straight as a board. As Dain and the others stirred, he sat straight up.

"I had wanted to give us one day to prepare for whatever evil haunts this place. It would seem however that this place will not let us rest through the night. Nor am I willing to leave the area so that some foul thing crawls from this pit and begins to undo what we've already accomplished. He then begins to don his armor looking at the others once he's done. "I cannot tread as lightly as others, but I can see without the aid of a torch. Shall I drop in first and get a layout before we proceed?"

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

"Sounds good, Kregor. I'll have to light my torch once we climb down, or I'll be useless," Horsom said as he picked up his equipment and readied his torch. "Not to mention scared out of my head," he thought to himself. He silently castigated himself for coming up with such a sissy notion. With the tip of his axe blade, he quickly and crudely traced Celene's Oak into the dirt near the tomb entrance. "Celene protect us," he muttered.

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

OOC: Forgot to add that Horsom removes the stone of alarm from the planks before taking them down.

 

[Samuel Leming]

Maldordo has stepped out, but I'll send him an email with his XP just in case he decides to step back in at some point.

Yep, got the email. I'm back home for a solid three weeks, but then I'll be gone for three to nine weeks, so I don't think I've got enough time to start playing again.

I appreciate the sediment, er... sentiment though.

My brother-in-law is just finishing up his PhD in geochemistry. He's had numerous field trips to exotic locales (Labrador and Costa Rica among others) also. Hopefully you'll enjoy the lifestyle as much as he has.

I'm sure everyone is picturing tropical scenery and sandy beaches. I've been out on three short trips already and it's been nothing like that so far. Except for the sand. There's been lots and lots of sand. Some of it the tiny gritty sharp snaggity type of sand that gets in all your equipment and instrumentation. The sand doesn't get into the food though. It's the aggressive mutant insects that do that. I'm glad there were plenty of even more aggressive mutant arachnids to keep the insect population in control.

The next trip will be different though. There'll be dry dirt and wet mud instead. I don't know for sure yet, but after that it'll probably be back to the sand.

I'm not griping. I've got a wonderfully interesting and challenging job, but tropical paradises are just not going to be part of it.

Sam