The Psionicle, Part IX

[Zhure]

Osius

Osius hefts his mace and follows the others down into the darkness, gently checking his pouch to make sure his stone of Darkvision is handy.

OOC: Osius burned off the extra charges to identify. Assuming no one else minds, Osius will take the mace. Is it a heavy or light mace?

 

[GnomeWorks]

Re: Osius

OOC: Osius burned off the extra charges to identify. Assuming no one else minds, Osius will take the mace. Is it a heavy or light mace?

Oops! Sorry about that. It's a heavy mace.

 

[The Forsaken One]

Ruth dartles a tad in front of the hallway and prods the floor with an iron boot.

I don't like that wood on the floor one bit, it might be put there as a catwalk idea or something to cross soemthing and might be rotten through time. Or it miht have holes or trapdoors made by someone rotten of mind.... And I am... errr... not that adept at finding anything. I'd lose my own sweet behind if it wasn't stuck on me.

[OOC: So I guess I'm taking the shield if everyone is ok with that? And Gnome, what temperature is it in here and hows the moist degree in the air. Does it reek a bit damp or something? /OOC]

 

[Jarval]

Jansson takes one of Ruth's torches, grinning at her pun. Turning, he passes the light back to Syld, buckling his shield onto his arm and drawing his sword. He concentrates for a moment, and warm ash briefly settles on the ground around him and on his companions as he manifests Animal Affinity on himself. (Boosting Strength for 5 hours)

"If you're worried about the walkway giving way, I could go first. I'm the lightest, so I might get some warning before it collapsed, if it's unsteady." He says in response to Ruth's concerns.


OOC: If it's OK with everyone, Jansson will take the Third Eye of Concentration. He's the most likely to be manifesting in combat, and most of the other items are not all that useful to him. He'll also take the Wand of Cure Serious Wounds, unless someone else wants it.

 

[GnomeWorks]

The air down here is slightly stale and a little dry, compared to the air on the surface. It is colder down here than up on the surface, but not too noticeably. The wood on the floor of the hallway looks quite old, and appears smooth from use; it doesn't appear to be rotten or in bad shape.

 

[Dalamar]

A small smile, rarely seen, creepes to Syld's face as he descends down.
"Home..."
He pulls out his rarely used dorje of feather fall.
"Somebody want to try if that can hold?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

A few moments after Syld comes down the stairs, there is a small squeaking noise that seems to be coming from down the hall. Another few moments pass, and a small, furred creature comes scampering out of the hallway and into the circular room.

It crouches in the middle of the room, though it doesn't appear threatening. It regards each of those in the room in turn, its small beady eyes black and a stark contrast against its white-and-brown striped fur. It appears to be a weasel.

 

[The Forsaken One]

After prodding the wooden floor, the slender human female paces around the room. Ruth carefully inspects the apparant construction of the room and the materials used in her no so much detail revealing pink light.

Hmmm the dry air in here suggests it is; A - well ventilated, which I suppose is by the stairs and B - soundly constructed from preventing any water from entering the dungeon. Which I suppose if it's a library is nothing more then to be expected since inkt and paper have a nasty habit of doing unwanted things when they get wet.

Stopping for a moment as she leans on her sword and the tip sinks an inch into the ground she closes her eyes for a moment. She looks up again as Syld comes down the stairs preceded by the panther and the one who commands natures powers.

Narok.. yeah Narok it was... Stupid thing to forget.

She muses to herself.

I suppose it's logical that this place has more then one place which it draws it's air from so it might very well have more entrances or something similar? Shardorn? And you called this place a library but it doesn't look much like on to me... care to elaborate a bit on this place?

"Somebody want to try if that can hold?"

I believe Jansson just volunteered Ruth grins at Syld and pases a wink to Jansson after her remark.

Spotting the weasel she releaves a tad of her weight from her sword as she readies herself.

Someone please tell me that's not the familiar of someone we were trying to beat to the punch. Heck, someone please tell me that's not anyone's familiar! Darn rodent...

[OOC: Readies an action to go off when anything might startle her.. DM's call /OOC]

 

[Jarval]

"Narok, can you talk with that creature. Although I fear Ruth may be right in it being Jirlai's familiar." Moving closer to Tori'shel, he whispers. "If that creature tries anything, shoot it. I'm in no mood to be attacked by any more little animals."

Stepping forwards, he moves onto the wooden flooring, gently testing it's ability to hold his weight.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Tori'shel, who had just come down the stairs alongside Shardorn, nods. She moves into the room slightly, her hand hovering over her firearm.

Shardorn looks to Ruth. "This is just an entryway. There are many sections to this place... all of the ones I saw were either sitting rooms of some kind, and book-rooms. There were other passageways, but I didn't have the strength to explore them. This hallway will lead to the other regions of this place."

As the two enter the room, the weasel looks to them each in turn.

Shardorn then spots the weasel. "What is that doing here?" She asks.

The weasel quickly looks to each person in the room in turn once more, then turns around, and scampers down the hallway, quickly leaving sight.

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Jansson - you step upon the wooden floor... it creaks slightly, but holds. As you press your whole weight on it, it gives a little, but still holds. OoC: BTW, you get +5 to your Str from Animal Affinity.

As you come to stand fully on the wooden floor, the weasel darts past you.

[Edit: Added slightly more information for Jansson.]