Legacy of the Silver Dragon: Chapter 1 (Chickens, Demons, and a Missing Girl)

[gambler1650]

Stellan steps forward, trying to be as quiet as possible. His torch flickers, and he pulls the two parts of his ten foot pole that are strapped to his back and screws them together before sliding it forward to Bosco.

 

[Binder Fred]

The mage had obviously not been considering the pile as a thing worthy of anything but being stepped on -- if perhaps gingerly and with internal sighs at the state of his nearly new boots. He now gifted it with a look of curiosity mixed with puzzled wariness: "Is it dangerous?" he asked, softly, before slowly turning around to face the darkness at his back. Now none stood between him and it...

OOC: Antares will -um- keep watch at the rear with his dark vision?

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Bosco delicately probes the mass, pausing the moment that he feels a change in consistency, anything solid or -- especially -- anything moving.

 

[gambler1650]

The earth under the pole seems about one would expect from a minor collapse of the wall, and nothing more. It's somewhat packed and not very loose, but nothing under it moves or shifts or gives way.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Bosco reluctantly collapses the pole, shrugs, hands it back to Stellan, and continues scouting ahead, waiting again at the edge of the light.

 

[Binder Fred]

"We're going," mentions Stellan, motioning for the magic-user to precede him.

"Hm?" Antares tears his eyes away from the gaping dark, turning to follow Mysthyr and Muzdin, already across -- his thinly covered back feels somehow very... naked all of a sudden. Less so as he passes the young human warrior. "Thank you, friend Stellan..."

Ginger steps over the mound as he peers repetitively to the collapsed section to the left, the rounded section of ceiling above, for any *other* signs of imminent collapse...

OOC: Anything seem off there, Gambler, say signs of structural weakness, digging or even another chamber?

... and then back to solid if uneven earth on the other side for a few steps in relative silence... "Perhaps we should attempt to parlay with the White Things when next we encounter them?" he whisperingly suggests as they make their quiet way forward towards the chamber. "I know a number of languages, both arcane and elemental... And we *are* the ones invading their chambers," he underlines most reasonably, if with more than a hint of nervousness. For all its closeness, the surface world seems very far away.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"I prefer more cleavin' skulls and less talkin'." comments the dwarf, grinning.

 

[gambler1650]

OOC: Hey all, I promise an update tomorrow. Things got very busy - partially due to a trip to Vegas for a bachelor party, and I didn't have time in getting everything else done to pop on here and give an update that we would be on a very brief hiatus.. Thanks for hanging in there!

 

[Binder Fred]

As the others seem inclined to let them argue the point, Antares closes minimally with master Stonehand, directing most of his whispered arguments towards the back of the dwarf's helmeted head. "Ah, but pray think of the trouble potentially saved? Misunderstandings avoided? Rescues facilitated?" Not that he is all that fired up to make the attempt, when one comes right down to it... To face that pallid mob - for surely there is more than just the two? An entire tribe perhaps - to stare into that absence of eyes... that hissing sea... "In truth, what cost the attempt?" he finishes because he has unfortunately begun, though with much less certainty and much more peering about...

<Response Muzdin/any?>

 

[Voda Vosa]

"If ye had felt the chilling touch o' those things ye'll be more than willing to exterminate them. Plus I think their are either evil, or undead. I'll eradicate them now, instead of having to deal with them later." replies the dwarf. "Save your diplomatic expertise for when we face something that is worth left living, elf."