[PbP] Treasure Hunt - Emerald DMing

[Creamsteak]

Cid: What in all the darkness resounding was that? By the light of the sun itself, what have we done?


Cid seems a bit frustrated with this scene, he suspects things of untold horror could be down here. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking? You pull a lever, and next thing you know there's screaming and falling rocks? This does not bode well... not well at all. I think we've just sealed ourselves in as well... oh my... oh my oh my oh my oh my..."

Cid takes it upon himself to break down a bit for the orcs above, and the fact that he's now trapped underground. He doesn't cry, he doesn't begin to rant and rave mindlessly, he just becomes very still and very quite, like everything around him...

 

[Capellan]

"Not bad. Killed the orcs and made the lunatic shut up." I flick hair out of my eyes.

OOC: is there a light source of some kind down here? Or are we standing in pitch darkness?

 

[Emerald]

There are lit torches in sconces in the wall, you would guess they have been buring for a couple of days.

 

[Capellan]

"Well. We don't have much option. Let's follow the tunnel."

 

[Krug]

Jarrad nods and walks down the tunnel. He grins though, and wish he had the chance to pull the lever.

 

[Manzanita]

Reinert slaps Cid on the back playfully.

"Come on Cid, this is just where we're supposed to be. We're under the mannor & on our way home, buddy."

He pauses, uncertain why Cid would be upset. The thought that someone would cry over a dead orc would never occur to him. He sits down by Cid.

"Why don't you tell us more of your...er...religion. I don't really get it. The was/is thing. The non-violence thing."

The instant Cid starts talking, Reinert interupts him. "You know, I could really do with a drink & a smoke."

 

[Creamsteak]

Cid doesn't speak yet, but he gets up, and continues to follow the group. He mumbles some somewhat incoherent prayers under his breath, over and over again. "Praising the light which brings us into the world, and takes us out of it in name of the good which is within every being in grand cycle and eternal prayer, never remembering the touch of god, but always desiring to once again be upheld in the eyes of the golden star itself."

Over and over again, mumbling, nearly silent, one prayer for each dead man, and some more because of the uncertain numbers of the dead...

 

[Capellan]

I shake my head, shrug, and head down the tunnel. I'll stay in last spot in the order. This way, I can prod the lunatic along if he stops. Also, I probably have the sharpest ears in the group, so I have the best chance of hearing anyone who might be following us.

 

[Emerald]

As you get closer to the hallway leading south out of this room you notice a rotted tapestry hanging across the hallway.

 

[Krug]

Jarrad goes over to examine the tapestry.