Planescape - Dead God Rising

[A'koss]

Tyrjon

For a moment all Tyrjon can do is stare in disbelief at the swiftness in which the Hive consumes all that is not nailed to the ground.

Bleedin' pips...

However Vhai'ik's words still weigh heavily on his mind and the swordsage looks to sky, as though expecting the Lady's shadow to pass over him at any moment...

Then slowly turning back to Noch, he pulls the hood of the Dustman's cloak over his head and stifles a laugh as he is suddenly struck by the amusement of it all...

"I guess we're walkin..."

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Noch the Shadowswyft

Noch gives a nod and a grim smirk to Tyrjon, and loads his crossbow since it's better if he doesn't get into melee in his present condition. As the party moves out, Noch follows at about a hundred feet behind so as to look out for cutters with a bad disposition.

OOC: Move Silently of 29, Hide of 18.
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=623287

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Rubious
Turning to Kyran, he speaks in a low voice, somewhat melancholic; even for a Dustman. 'Some bad choices are far worse than others. Deeds and beliefs I consider sacriligous or immoral may not be elicit the same emotions in your mind. Perhaps you do not know enough about Tenebrous to make a true decision... But now is not the time to speak of such things. I must think hard about all that has happened here, and what may yet come to happen.


The darkness now is thicker[/i[ than before, though without the heavy sheet of rain to obscure your vision you can make out enough of your surroundings to make do without artificial illumination. The ground is covered in a thick layer of mud, which sucks at every footfall as though the place itself does not want you to progress further. No matter how far you move, though, it seems as though you can never escape the soudns and smells of the Hive. Distant voices draft in the still air, carrying remnants and shards of conversations that were never intended for your ears.

Luckily, perhaps too conincidential, you are spared the attentintions of any of the Hives inhabitants in your withdrawl from the place, though the ruins around and behind you seem to beckon, as though they know of your eventual return.

In what feels like a few hours, you are out of the Hive and in the more familiar and inviting embrace of the Lower Ward. Here, you find a small hostel devoted to deity called Yondalla. The place is small, and unimpressive to look at. the plaster on the outside walls is peeling and what was once a brigtly coloured cornucopia is now little more than a grimy, filthy shadow of what it is meant to depict. The place seems quiet - and there is no reason for it not t be; after all, this is the middle of the night.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

OOC: Aren't temples illegal in Sigil? I know it's only a hostel, but if it's built in consideration of a deity, is it not still a unofficial place of worship or reflection?

 

[Nalfeshnee]

OOC: well, the old planescape Guide to Sigil book lists quite a few temples in it. As far as i know it is only Aoskar whose worship is forbidden.

 

[A'koss]

[sblock]Deuce, you may be thinking about the worship of the Lady of Pain - which is forbidden in Sigil. [/sblock]

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Noch the Shadowswyft

OOC: Thank you both for the correction.

The shadowswyft will pester Llyra to see if any of the items he gave her radiate magic. Afterwards, Noch will find a corner to relax in and wait to get healed when those with the magic are able to do so (6hp out of 18 left).

 

[A'koss]

Tyrjon

Tyrjon notices the ease in which they were able to leave the Hive and wonders if they'll be so lucky the next time. But for now they appear to be safe. As soon as they settle into the hostel, he helps organize a watch rotation and sets about getting bandaged up... and finally getting some rest.


[sblock]OOC: With 8 hours of rest and a successful Heal check, Tyrjon can be back up to 34/35 HP.

Also, have we dropped off any of our "guests" yet Nalf, or will we do that in the morning?[/sblock]

 

[Nalfeshnee]

The sisters (mostly halfling) seen unconcerned with your condition, only caring about healing the damage done. A few eyes (mostly belonging to the barmies and wounded) linger, staring at you for what is longer than polite.

The place, for a building supposedly devoted to healing and respite, is imposing and somewhat disturbing. Barmy screams echo upwards from dormitories set below ground. Close at hand, a few wounded lie on stretchers in the corridors - their injuries no doubt gifts collected from forrays into the Hive.

A warm-looking halfling tends to your wounds, administering healing salves to your wounds. Away from your group, you all see Rubious handing over some jink to the head matron, keeping his voice low.

 

[Thanee]

Llyra

“I havn't forgotten that,” Llyra replies to Noch's pestering. “I can do that now, seems like we won't do much today, anymore.”

Then she uses her magic to reveal what she can about the items they have gathered up so far.