The Key to Victory

[HolyMan]

Tira sighs and then turns and looks for a place to bed down.

Moggins comes back leaving wet paw marks as he moves up to Trinham. A look of "No luck." on the cat's face.

[sblock=OOC] Will post what Mal finds tonight after work. Anyone want to do anything else before I post a new morning? [/sblock]

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

"If there were danger up there, and from her being here a month, it would have already showed itself."

Seeing the others bed down, yet the newcomer shows a bit of realization before suddenly grabbing for her clothes, Mal shakes his head. Turning back to Cedric, he nods, hoping the man can keep an eye out while Mal climbs above.

 

[HolyMan]

No one really goes off to sleep but they do find a spot and bed down all interested in what might be up over the ledge. Malaroc can feel their eyes on him as he looks at the wall and then up. He removes his guantlets and boots, tucking the new dagger in his belt.

He knows in the back of his head that this should work but if it doesn't he will come off a fool for sure. Putting it off no longer he calls on the abilities infused into him by 'Emma' after months of harsh living and even harsher training his sacrifice is now bearing fruit.

He starts climbing normally up the wall and he feels his hands (and his toes) sticking to the hard cold rock. He comes to the part that slopes back towards the center of the cavern and finds no handholds, but is pleased that he doesn't need them. Quickly he climbs now and soon finds himself upside down clinging to the rock as if it were a ceiling as the others look up at him.

Malaroc smiles and then sets out to finish the climb. He reaches the lip of the ledge and pulls himself over it. The group watches as he disappears from sight almost thirty feet in the air.

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Aver notes the ability with interest, "Hmm, that would be handy. Make things so much more... Accessible." He manages to make the last word sound almost lascivious.

 

[ghostcat]

When Moggins returns empty pawed, Trinham's stomach gives another enormous grumble. "Never mind Mogins. You did your best. That's all I can ask." he tells the cat.

Trinham lays out his bedroll and blanket and is just settling down to get some sleep when Mal decides to climb the wall anyway. He watches with interest as he negotiates the horizontal section and disappears onto the shelf.

[sblock="Later that night, once Mal has returned"]As Trinham settles down to sleep he realises that he can understand Moggins perfectly, as if the cat could speak. Not only that but Moggins also seems to understand him. It then occurs to him that Moggins communicates without making a sound and wonders if he could do the same. Still that is something that can wait for the morning and he drifts off to sleep.[/sblock]

 

[HolyMan]

[sblock=ghostcat] I may allow that for communication between you and Moggins only. Seems you would take on some of his expressions/gestures and he yours. NOTE: It will not work if you can't see each other. [/sblock]

The group holds it's breath and listens intently for what is going on, on the ledge above.

[sblock=OOC] Listen checks if you wish. I will be moving the thread along TUE night after XP before if anything you guys RP needs replied to. [/sblock]

 

[HolyMan]

There is nothing but silence in the darkness above. Malaroc has only been gone less than a minute and yet it seems like days.(lol)

Suddenly a loud cracking noise draws all eyes from looking up to looking over. A part of the wall near the stream looks like it is about to fall over as the sound of scraping stone fills the chamber and echoes down corridors.

Dirt and dust blast forth from around the pointed jagged piece of rock as it slowly falls from the wall like a drawbridge, making it hard to see what is going on.

[sblock=OOC] Spot check if you wish, INIT if you ready an action.[/sblock]

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Aver springs back coughing as dust and debris coat him peering into the gloom with his keen elven vision. Readying to hurl forth acid at any prospective foes that emerge...

 

[ghostcat]

Trinham jumps out of bed and grabs his crossbow at the sound of the drawbridge opening. Pointing his crossbow in the general direction of the drawbridge he tries to see a target through the dirt and dust.

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth curses and yanks his chain from its resting place, quickly spinning it into furious action.

He looks through the haze of dust and debris, keeping his guard up. Why can't it ever go smooth?!?

[sblock=EDIT OOC]
Wow, what an Init! AoOs galore, since I won't be flat-footed for long.

Jareth gets 3 AoOs/round, attack +9, damage 2d4+5.

Jareth AC 17 HP 34/34 (F+6, R+3, W+4)
Special Abilities: Quick Cast, used 1/1
Spells: 0-level: used 2/6
1st-level: used 1/6
2nd-level: used 0/3
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