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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 6085550" data-attributes="member: 63746">Antares and stellan[OOC]Took the liberty of NPCing Stellan for some of the small talk below (for time-saving reasons). Hope that's alright?[/OOC]Gathering his courage, the elf puts that first booted foot to the bumpy, slightly crumbling masonry of the well with some trepidation. Stellan takes up the slack in the rope, supporting him, and then his other feet half-skids into place, half-scarring him to death! But he's ok, and then it's only the matter of stepping up the wall - step by step, step by step - it's almost... easy!Without Stellan he would have likely died here, unable to climb the rope with his burden - or eaten alive by the remaining White Things... Somehow though, his heartbeats fail to ramp up into panic. In fact he feels... strangely at peace in this new quiet - step, step - Almost elated: somehow, he made it through, helped overcome a massive creature composed entirely of slime, interacted with strange beings without eyes, uncovered the dripping source of the fell liquid which they seem to worship - step, step, step, the mouth of the well is getting very close now! - If it were not for the friction with his friends, for the dead creature by the well mouth, what a day this would have been! And it is hardly over yet!Antares levers himself into the cellar, helped along by a good-naturedly rough-pull from Stellan <I'm assuming <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />>. They- They actually made it! He's never been so glad to choke on the smell old smoke and hear the town's wide breath subtly sigh through a broken down structure! His green elven eyes survey the small, low-ceilinged room as he stands back up, finding it much as they have left it... was it only a pair of hours ago? [etc]Discovering a sudden, ravenous hunger - it must be close, perhaps even slighty past the noon watch now, must it not? - Antares hesitates, then draws his father's sword and, holding it close to the guard, roughly cuts out two huge slice out of the meat, presenting one to Stellan with a wide, silent smile."Oh gods that's good," enthuses the young man after he manages to swallow a first over-enthusiastic bite. Not one to learn his lesson, he rends an even bigger one for his second try."It should at least hold us until we can manage a proper meal," agrees his elven friend. His bites are smaller, but much quicker than usual: adventuring is *hungry* work, it seems."Shawlty thaw," mentions Stellan, mouth still half-full."Smoky as well." Which... isn't at all unpleasant, actually. Strange how even a tragedy cannot seem to manage a perfection of unfortunate results... Almost heartening. He takes another bite, and then another.At this rate the meat is quickly devoured, then hands and swords wiped clean on the ruined fabric. For all the strangeness of its circumstances, both companions feel surprisingly better for it all, both in mind and body, better equiped to face whatever still lies ahead."Shall we?" inquires Stellan, chewing the last remnants, wiping any lingering grease against the sides of his tunic, yet already casting his gaze towards the pile of wooden refuse."We shall," agrees Antares. He lays the fingers of his right hand on the closest barrel, closes his eyes and starts softly incanting. Both working together, the well is quickly and efficiently covered: altogether not a bad job, given available materials."Ah. I think I shall maybe fetch us sheets from upstairs? That we may cover her form and not shock the good people of Ascadar?" Proposes Antares as they finish. He reflexively looks towards Former-Anna- then frowns in puzzlement as his eyes lock onto where diffuse sunlight from above falls across her face and upper body: it... appears as though her skin has begun to change color, getting even more pale, more shimmering then before! Quickly closing to have a closer look, it seems as though whatever is causing the change of her skin compared to a normal human's is being drawn to the surface, and slight wisps, as if of mist, are coming off of her flesh! "How... peculiar. Is this dread bleaching agency perhaps burned off by the light of day?" Which would go some way to explain why these creatures have never been seen above ground, granted... Antares reaches out, somewhat hesitantly passing his fingers through the evaporating mist, trying to feel it between his fingers, then downright touching her cool skin where the effect occurs. If nothing untoward happens, he even goes so far as to lean in and sniff a carefully minute amount of the strange vapor...[OOC]Anything? Has Antares ever heard of something like this, Gambler? Creatures or substances allergic to sunlight and/or cured/dispelled by sunlight? Does he think the effect would have cured her or hurt/killed her if she was still alive?[/OOC]He's about to head back down, hands full, when his steps suddenly slow with thoughts triggered by his immediate surroundings... Missing bodies. Skin perhaps older than a young girl's.[OOC]Antares will have a quick look around: is there any portrait or drawing of the wife that used to live here anywhere that he can see? I'm guessing he's never met her/seen her around town himself, right? If he finds/remembers something, how does she compare with Former-Anna?[/OOC][OOC]For simplicity's sake it's probably better to pause the Barracks thread until all of the House threads have been concluded, right? Let me know if you'd prefer that I go ahead instead.[/OOC]</blockquote>

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