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The Breaking of Gavar IC Thread: Chapter 1: The Search for Helmdos
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Kamard
First Post
If I may, can I ask if people can post a bit more frequently? If you guys can't, due to time constraints or playing/running other games, I understand. I would just like to see this progress a bit faster.
A lot of times, I wait to see reaction before I post a reply, and it just isn't working out moving so slowly for me. I'd prefer to see a bit more action, especially from posters I know are often on the board.
A lot of times, I wait to see reaction before I post a reply, and it just isn't working out moving so slowly for me. I'd prefer to see a bit more action, especially from posters I know are often on the board.
Jemal
Adventurer
As Ashe is looking for a stone, Arin translates the words and what she thinks they mean
"It says that 'Those who seek naught but wealth, power, and fame shall find naught but suffering, for the Rats shall again rule their birthrights.'"
She pauses to look back to where they fought the rats.
"I think it means that greedy people will suffer at the hands of those creatures we were fighting earlier. I don't think it means anything bad for those who are good-hearted... We should be safe to cross, if we want to."
As an afterthought, she mentions "Oh yes, I should point out that it's in Sylvan, and many who speak that language are good-natured, though mischievious."
"It says that 'Those who seek naught but wealth, power, and fame shall find naught but suffering, for the Rats shall again rule their birthrights.'"
She pauses to look back to where they fought the rats.
"I think it means that greedy people will suffer at the hands of those creatures we were fighting earlier. I don't think it means anything bad for those who are good-hearted... We should be safe to cross, if we want to."
As an afterthought, she mentions "Oh yes, I should point out that it's in Sylvan, and many who speak that language are good-natured, though mischievious."
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Kamard
First Post
Arin moves to open the door, and turning the knob, it clicks easily and opens on smooth, well-oiled hinges.
Nothing happens with the line of salt, or with the unintelligible symbols on the door.
Beyond, there is a second level of the sewers. This one seems to ring large vats or tanks of water. The machinery sound is much louder here, and you can see why- a primitive pulley system with bucket-like scoops is used to cycle the water here.
The walkway goes around the edge of tank, almost 300 degrees or so to a door on the other side.
But between you and it, are five or six groups of the larger rats, and several hundred smaller ones.
From all around you is the feeling of being watched. Rats, rats, a thousand eyes watching you. Then, as one, their mouths move.
"Humans! You slew our watchmen. You have come to our home! Why?"
They seem to take no notice that one of you is a halfling.
Maybe it doesn't matter, really.
Nothing happens with the line of salt, or with the unintelligible symbols on the door.
Beyond, there is a second level of the sewers. This one seems to ring large vats or tanks of water. The machinery sound is much louder here, and you can see why- a primitive pulley system with bucket-like scoops is used to cycle the water here.
The walkway goes around the edge of tank, almost 300 degrees or so to a door on the other side.
But between you and it, are five or six groups of the larger rats, and several hundred smaller ones.
From all around you is the feeling of being watched. Rats, rats, a thousand eyes watching you. Then, as one, their mouths move.
"Humans! You slew our watchmen. You have come to our home! Why?"
They seem to take no notice that one of you is a halfling.
Maybe it doesn't matter, really.
Jemal
Adventurer
"We're searching for a dwarf. His home connects to these sewers, and this seemed the only way he could have come. As for your watchers, we did not mean to attack them, they assaulted us first. If we had known they were anything but what they appeared to be - crazed animals - we would have tried to talk to them, as we are talking to you."
Arin stands just inside the door, leaning on her staff and ready to defend herself should this turn ugly.
Arin stands just inside the door, leaning on her staff and ready to defend herself should this turn ugly.
Kamard
First Post
The rats look to each other, seemingly confused. A silent conversation is going on between them, you are sure of it. You note the larger, beruned rats simply wander about, not seeming to be a part of the larger conversation. Then, finally, the rats turn again towards you.
"We hear your thoughts. Your minds are as Daylit. We see malice. We hear your fear. You need not fear. We are the Chosen."
"Our watchmen are not able to reason as we are. They cannot speak. Their minds are broken and childish."
A hissing, rough sound is audible in the chamber. After a moment, you think it might be laughter.
"We share our tunnels with the humans who built them. We share our tunnels with Father and Mother and the other Chosen folk. We share our tunnels with those who Walk Like Men, but who are like us. We see much. We see all, for you believe us to be foolish and but animals. Many of us are. Many of us were. But now we are like you."
One rat moves forward almost close enough to get to Saxon's feet, but Mzarem stops it with a growl. Another moves slowly towards Vargo.
"These two run with the Father, though they may not know it, and they smell different. Father made us as we are, and made the watchmen. We speak to you now because Father would have us be like him, and you are like him."
The rats pause for a moment, seeming to consider, then continue.
"They were like humans, but when they moved, their skin became as the wall. They took the human from the place where you came down from the Daylit. They dragged him to the place where the fish rides the waters. The fish came, and the fisherman. It is the last we Chosen saw of the man you speak of."
"The humans who are not come to our home often. They eat of our flesh and long for bodies to call their own. They are strong, and their smell is everywhere. They think themselves to be undying. They think themselves to be all powerful. But Father knew, for Father is like them in many ways."
"They are strong. Not as strong as the Chosen in some ways, but far stronger in others. They are everywhere. We Chosen oppose them for our own reasons. We would aid you if you sought to bring harm to them in any way. We know old ways. Ways the men who built the World have forgotten. Ways to go past the waters to where Those Who Are Not dwell."
"Speak if you will. You have no true thought. It is hard for us to tell what to listen to. Your minds are cluttered, chaotic. Your mouth-voice shall have to suffice, and we will be able to answer you in better truth."
The rats cluster about your feet, just outside of weapon range. They do not seem nervous or suspicious. Just...waiting. Waiting for you to make some sense of their meandering ramble, perhaps.
"We hear your thoughts. Your minds are as Daylit. We see malice. We hear your fear. You need not fear. We are the Chosen."
"Our watchmen are not able to reason as we are. They cannot speak. Their minds are broken and childish."
A hissing, rough sound is audible in the chamber. After a moment, you think it might be laughter.
"We share our tunnels with the humans who built them. We share our tunnels with Father and Mother and the other Chosen folk. We share our tunnels with those who Walk Like Men, but who are like us. We see much. We see all, for you believe us to be foolish and but animals. Many of us are. Many of us were. But now we are like you."
One rat moves forward almost close enough to get to Saxon's feet, but Mzarem stops it with a growl. Another moves slowly towards Vargo.
"These two run with the Father, though they may not know it, and they smell different. Father made us as we are, and made the watchmen. We speak to you now because Father would have us be like him, and you are like him."
The rats pause for a moment, seeming to consider, then continue.
"They were like humans, but when they moved, their skin became as the wall. They took the human from the place where you came down from the Daylit. They dragged him to the place where the fish rides the waters. The fish came, and the fisherman. It is the last we Chosen saw of the man you speak of."
"The humans who are not come to our home often. They eat of our flesh and long for bodies to call their own. They are strong, and their smell is everywhere. They think themselves to be undying. They think themselves to be all powerful. But Father knew, for Father is like them in many ways."
"They are strong. Not as strong as the Chosen in some ways, but far stronger in others. They are everywhere. We Chosen oppose them for our own reasons. We would aid you if you sought to bring harm to them in any way. We know old ways. Ways the men who built the World have forgotten. Ways to go past the waters to where Those Who Are Not dwell."
"Speak if you will. You have no true thought. It is hard for us to tell what to listen to. Your minds are cluttered, chaotic. Your mouth-voice shall have to suffice, and we will be able to answer you in better truth."
The rats cluster about your feet, just outside of weapon range. They do not seem nervous or suspicious. Just...waiting. Waiting for you to make some sense of their meandering ramble, perhaps.
