Malvoisin's Savage Tide, Act 1 - There Is No Honor

[stonegod]

"I do no like this. Vanthus do want us t'be dead, so we got to make sure we donna give that lilylivered fop 'is wishes." Col kicks one of the re-made corpses. "If thar be one group of these, thar be more, I'm sure of that. Do be using the slash'n weapon unless thar be no other choice, and focus on any that do be in mak'n a meal out of folks." The old man chews his lips a moment. "Got to keep 'em from grab'n on. Don't know any good ways, though."

Looking to either side, Col adds, "I say we go through these double doors. One's good as any."

 

[Voadam]

Kalen wipes off his blade and gathers his arrows and bow. He grins at Chongo. "A little less evil now though, we won! Good job keeping them occupied so we could cut them apart. Its much appreciated. Let's toss the dice and press on while we still have light."

 

[GwydapLlew]

Chongo leans against the pillar and nods his dreadlocked head towards the doors most recently searched. "Chongo thinks we go down that door. Chongo thinks this place is haunted."

 

[hafrogman]

Keoni nods grimly in the darkness.

"Chongo is right. I believe us to be the only living souls down here. . . but we're far from alone."

He hoists his shield, and after a moment's consideration, keeps his dagger at the ready. The dead walk these halls. He stands beside the eastern doors and waits for the others to be ready. His mind is focused on whatever lurks beyond, through force of will alone, he penetrates the darkness.

[sblock=ooc]Aura = senses
+1 spot, listen, initiative[/sblock]

 

[GwydapLlew]

Once everyone is prepared, Chongo will unsling his flail and move to the double doors and attempt to open them.

 

[Rhun]

With Col's sickle in hand, Anar stands ready for what lies beyond the doors.

 

[stonegod]

Col taps Chongo on the shoulder, then shakes his friend's flail. "Not 'crush-crush'!" Col vigorously shakes the axe at his belt. "'Cut-cut'! Dead organs no care about being smashed."

 

[GwydapLlew]

Col's words cause Chongo's brow to furrow. The concept of something not breaking if he hits it as hard as he can is obviously foreign to the Olman - but he also trusts his friend Col. The dueling thoughts war within his head for a moment before he resolves it with a shrug. The flail goes into his harness, and out comes a gleaming, well-oiled handaxe.

"Crush, cut, stab; it makes no difference to Chongo."

 

[stonegod]

Col rolls his eyes and mumbles something inaudible, keeping his longspear over his shoulder in one hand a dagger in the other.

 

[Voadam]

Kalen smiles at this and helps to open the doors.