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<blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 6080369" data-attributes="member: 63746"><p><strong>Antares and Stellan</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>The elf sighs, and rips his gaze forward once more: <span style="color: Wheat">"We have the drawing of the runes, and our vial of silver water,"</span> he softly agrees, looking down at his working feet, then at his friend. <span style="color: Wheat">"I suppose that is much for a first foray... Or at least sufficient?"</span> He has little experience of these things after all.</p><p></p><p></p><p>A shrine? A shrine to the five-fold star, where one only comes to worship? In truth, this would also implies the unfortunate presence of a *den* else where, perhaps quite near -- a place where White Things actually live out their strange lives, amid the bleached remains of- Antares walks just a tiny bit faster, his eyes nervously scanning wavery shadow after flickering shadow, the thought leaving him feeling irrationally... exposed.</p><p></p><p>It is only when the three of them have gone a few turns into the twisting passage to the first pool room that he realizes he did not even *think* of laying out the little creatures for their eternal rest...</p><p></p><p>What does that say about him? Is there a line between us and them in all creatures then - him, Mysthyr, Muzdin, Bosco, Former-Anna - and his is simply in a different place than theirs? ('Line' is probably the wrong thought object... Circle? A circle of *us* with the speaker standing at center?). His circle is larger, theirs more... compact? Which version is in the right, he wonders even as they thread over the dusty, rocky floor of the first pool room, that room of first meetings... Is it wrong to dream of a world where that circle surrounds all things? Inscribes all thinking, feeling beings within its diameter? (Or is that too restrictive a criteria still? 'All things', with no qualifiers? Does unthinking stone warrant compassion? Scampering squirrels, wobbling ooze? That seems too extreme...) And, despite such musings, despite (or perhaps because of) the unanswered padding of their boot-clad feet, the outside silence is slowly quickening the beat of his thoughts, is starting to build, threatening to swallow him whole even as they turn the corner of the Y and the laid out skeleton of that un-named victim hoves into view once more, still covered in the slowly drying slime of its killer. The smell of burning oil is still strong in the air... </p><p></p><p>(Antares sadly nods to it as their little 'funerary procession' quietly pads and hops across: <span style="color: Wheat">"We will send someone to get you soon. Soon you will be able to sleep,"</span> he reassures... her? (Surely the constabulatory will want to investigate once informed? Will be able to put to rights all things askew with their greater man-power?))</p><p></p><p>But as to the threatening silence, and perhaps encouraged by the imagined outline of the blessed well ahead, nearing with every step now (surely that is the growing telltales of old smoke he smells?)... "<span style="color: Wheat">It comes to me, friend Stellan, that this is, truly, my first encounter with the truly unknown -- paths never before threaded, sensations never before felt..."</span> Both thrilling, and unsettling. </p><p></p><p>There is briefly the echo of a sound from an indeterminate distance behind them, making him jump and shorten the already short distance between himself and Stellan, between him and Stellan's light. It sounded something like rock brushing against rock...</p><p></p><p>After a swallow the mage's voice, already soft, softens even more into downright whisper -- bravely putting words between him and the dark, their glorious magic fading the reality of these horrible tunnels for a blessed instant into views of the inner mind, into things that can be studied, and perhaps even *understood*? <span style="color: Wheat">"But think of the secrets deep slumbering inside the skulls master Stonehand would so carelessly split? What struggles fierce they have lived, what territories unknown their claws have thread, what sights unique their-"</span> The White Things' apparent lack of anything resembling eyes brings him up short... Where indeed could such things have come from? How could they never have wandered up to the streets of Ascandar, in all its (admittedly short) history, to be spotted and commented on? Ancient foreign ecologies slumbering beneath the ground perhaps? Or recent expansions upwards? In response to what dark (and deliberate?) stimuli? (Did Eliaesel, she of the silver scales and strumming, thundering voice, keep them at bay before? Preserve them from the attention of the five-fold star?) <span style="color: Wheat">"Surely this pocket of strangeness crouching beneath our planked streets is worthy of the thoroughest of investigation?" </span>The apparent attitude of the others still puzzles him.</p><p></p><p>He pauses as Stellan enters the well: <span style="color: Wheat">"Is the rope still there?"</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #A9A9A9"><Assuming it is:</span></p><p>But the paler circle above them is dark of any torch, the air - otherwise drowning in the wafting smell of smoke and wet ash now that they are actually in the well - is bare of any voice save their own: the others did *not* wait for them, is the sad, inevitable conclusions... <span style="color: Wheat">"I hope they did not have any trouble with Anna's health?"</span> Both fear and hope at the same time -- that they were not abandoned out of spite but out of necessity... <span style="color: Wheat">"Perhaps I should go first, with you to catch me should I.. fall?"</span></p><p></p><p>[OOC]Whatever the plan, Antares will do his best to climb while supporting Former-Anna with one arm.[/OOC]</p><p>Once up <span style="color: #A9A9A9"><assuming he makes it <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />></span>, his green elven eyes survey the small cellar, finding it much as they have left it... was it only a pair of hours ago? <span style="color: Wheat">"Ah... Should we try to block the well?"</span> A gesture at the collapsed section of the floor above, <span style="color: Wheat">"Perhaps we might lie some of these broken planks across, then pile a barrel or two on top?"</span> They never did investigate that sentinel row of metal-circled casks, did they? In all likelyhood only pickled provisions, but still.</p><p></p><p>[OOC]Should Stellan agree, Antares will carefully bring Former-Anna down to the ground in an out-of-the-way spot and then help as best he can (lifting things with his "magic", etc). Oh, and he'll investigate the row of barrels at the back of the house while he's at it, content and if anything is hidden behind, please.... Anything?</p><p></p><p>After that, he's planning to go straight to the watch... That's assuming Former-Anna doesn't burst into flames at the first sign of sunshine, of course. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite2" alt=";)" title="Wink ;)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=";)" /> (Can I assume he finds some sort of a covering for her in any event? (To avoid shocking everybody with her nudity, don't you know). Sheets from the bed on the first floor would work very well, I think?)[/OOC]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Binder Fred, post: 6080369, member: 63746"] [b]Antares and Stellan[/b] The elf sighs, and rips his gaze forward once more: [COLOR="Wheat"]"We have the drawing of the runes, and our vial of silver water,"[/COLOR] he softly agrees, looking down at his working feet, then at his friend. [COLOR="Wheat"]"I suppose that is much for a first foray... Or at least sufficient?"[/COLOR] He has little experience of these things after all. A shrine? A shrine to the five-fold star, where one only comes to worship? In truth, this would also implies the unfortunate presence of a *den* else where, perhaps quite near -- a place where White Things actually live out their strange lives, amid the bleached remains of- Antares walks just a tiny bit faster, his eyes nervously scanning wavery shadow after flickering shadow, the thought leaving him feeling irrationally... exposed. It is only when the three of them have gone a few turns into the twisting passage to the first pool room that he realizes he did not even *think* of laying out the little creatures for their eternal rest... What does that say about him? Is there a line between us and them in all creatures then - him, Mysthyr, Muzdin, Bosco, Former-Anna - and his is simply in a different place than theirs? ('Line' is probably the wrong thought object... Circle? A circle of *us* with the speaker standing at center?). His circle is larger, theirs more... compact? Which version is in the right, he wonders even as they thread over the dusty, rocky floor of the first pool room, that room of first meetings... Is it wrong to dream of a world where that circle surrounds all things? Inscribes all thinking, feeling beings within its diameter? (Or is that too restrictive a criteria still? 'All things', with no qualifiers? Does unthinking stone warrant compassion? Scampering squirrels, wobbling ooze? That seems too extreme...) And, despite such musings, despite (or perhaps because of) the unanswered padding of their boot-clad feet, the outside silence is slowly quickening the beat of his thoughts, is starting to build, threatening to swallow him whole even as they turn the corner of the Y and the laid out skeleton of that un-named victim hoves into view once more, still covered in the slowly drying slime of its killer. The smell of burning oil is still strong in the air... (Antares sadly nods to it as their little 'funerary procession' quietly pads and hops across: [COLOR="Wheat"]"We will send someone to get you soon. Soon you will be able to sleep,"[/COLOR] he reassures... her? (Surely the constabulatory will want to investigate once informed? Will be able to put to rights all things askew with their greater man-power?)) But as to the threatening silence, and perhaps encouraged by the imagined outline of the blessed well ahead, nearing with every step now (surely that is the growing telltales of old smoke he smells?)... "[COLOR="Wheat"]It comes to me, friend Stellan, that this is, truly, my first encounter with the truly unknown -- paths never before threaded, sensations never before felt..."[/COLOR] Both thrilling, and unsettling. There is briefly the echo of a sound from an indeterminate distance behind them, making him jump and shorten the already short distance between himself and Stellan, between him and Stellan's light. It sounded something like rock brushing against rock... After a swallow the mage's voice, already soft, softens even more into downright whisper -- bravely putting words between him and the dark, their glorious magic fading the reality of these horrible tunnels for a blessed instant into views of the inner mind, into things that can be studied, and perhaps even *understood*? [COLOR="Wheat"]"But think of the secrets deep slumbering inside the skulls master Stonehand would so carelessly split? What struggles fierce they have lived, what territories unknown their claws have thread, what sights unique their-"[/COLOR] The White Things' apparent lack of anything resembling eyes brings him up short... Where indeed could such things have come from? How could they never have wandered up to the streets of Ascandar, in all its (admittedly short) history, to be spotted and commented on? Ancient foreign ecologies slumbering beneath the ground perhaps? Or recent expansions upwards? In response to what dark (and deliberate?) stimuli? (Did Eliaesel, she of the silver scales and strumming, thundering voice, keep them at bay before? Preserve them from the attention of the five-fold star?) [COLOR="Wheat"]"Surely this pocket of strangeness crouching beneath our planked streets is worthy of the thoroughest of investigation?" [/COLOR]The apparent attitude of the others still puzzles him. He pauses as Stellan enters the well: [COLOR="Wheat"]"Is the rope still there?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="#A9A9A9"]<Assuming it is:[/COLOR] But the paler circle above them is dark of any torch, the air - otherwise drowning in the wafting smell of smoke and wet ash now that they are actually in the well - is bare of any voice save their own: the others did *not* wait for them, is the sad, inevitable conclusions... [COLOR="Wheat"]"I hope they did not have any trouble with Anna's health?"[/COLOR] Both fear and hope at the same time -- that they were not abandoned out of spite but out of necessity... [COLOR="Wheat"]"Perhaps I should go first, with you to catch me should I.. fall?"[/COLOR] [OOC]Whatever the plan, Antares will do his best to climb while supporting Former-Anna with one arm.[/OOC] Once up [COLOR="#A9A9A9"]<assuming he makes it :)>[/COLOR], his green elven eyes survey the small cellar, finding it much as they have left it... was it only a pair of hours ago? [COLOR="Wheat"]"Ah... Should we try to block the well?"[/COLOR] A gesture at the collapsed section of the floor above, [COLOR="Wheat"]"Perhaps we might lie some of these broken planks across, then pile a barrel or two on top?"[/COLOR] They never did investigate that sentinel row of metal-circled casks, did they? In all likelyhood only pickled provisions, but still. [OOC]Should Stellan agree, Antares will carefully bring Former-Anna down to the ground in an out-of-the-way spot and then help as best he can (lifting things with his "magic", etc). Oh, and he'll investigate the row of barrels at the back of the house while he's at it, content and if anything is hidden behind, please.... Anything? After that, he's planning to go straight to the watch... That's assuming Former-Anna doesn't burst into flames at the first sign of sunshine, of course. ;) (Can I assume he finds some sort of a covering for her in any event? (To avoid shocking everybody with her nudity, don't you know). Sheets from the bed on the first floor would work very well, I think?)[/OOC] [/QUOTE]
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