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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

If it had not been for the very possibility of making one hell of a mock out of himself in front of the rest, An-Hasst would have decided to crawl his way accross the bridge instead of walking. There were rather violent gusts of wind around which found plenty area of attack at the almost eight feet tall Skayleigh. Beren's comment about plenty of rocks which one could try and grasp in order to survive the fall did nothing but lure out a rather accusing, darting glance out of An-Hasst, directly at him.

The forge was a very impressive thing beyond any doubt. How long had it taken how many skilled workers to build that thing in the first place ? And how long had it taken to design it so well that it would survive for so long ? And then there was the mere fact that this forge maybe didn't even require coal or any other fuel, but instead could draw energy from the abundance of molten stone in the neighbourhood. Needless to say though that the same fact made for very bad and overheated air. Maybe a dwarf found find this comfortable -- An-Hasst certainly did not.

"Folks... I really can't help but simply admire the workmanship that has obviously been dedicated to this place. However I don't think it would be appropriate for us to dishonor this place by leaving behind our mummified bodies that are not allowed to rot in the dry heat. This is next to a perfect trap, so in case there are rogs or other things still following us I suggest we don't stay here for long. At least we should start to invest the time necessary to study this island if there is any other escape route."

He watched Ursaren as he partially undressed himself in order to apply what looked like healing magic. The Skayleigh was tempted to ask for the same favor, but something about this was... eerie. The immediate pain had subsided and the bleeding had stopped, so he silently hoped he could do without unless the bear-man would find out or remember that the Skayleigh was carrying around an injury as well.

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Torn Across the Rift

Sooo sorry for my late post. I hope it was at least acceptable ?

Torn Across the Rift

Vaughtar

In his anger, it took the gargoyle several seconds to notice that by know weapons were directed at him. Well, not directly at him, but dangerously close to him. Also there was the little problem that the appearance of a gun was nothing that Vaughtar's mind would immediately and instinctively associated with something especially dangerous. It was a not so handy piece of metal with a precisely drilled hole in it, wasn't it ? If he had not seen other members of the team running around with similar things who had actually told him that there were weapons he probably would not have cared at all.

Vaughtar could feel that his claws were encountered success, even though that the definition of 'success' in this case was doing as much damage as possible. If there suddenly was warm blood and weak flesh instead of robust metal then it meant that his attacks had to be somewhat effective. Of course he couldn't see on the inside of that armor, so he had no idea to tell if it was the marine's body or not that was bleeding. In case the latter thing was true though Vaughtar quickly decided to partially let go of Hirsch. He still had hopes that there was some part of the friendly and joyful marine he had had that little fight with in the gym left in that individual in front of him.

But what to do in order to be able to pay more attention to the armored men and his highly active surroundings while keeping Hirsch at bay ? The solution was simple: Step and stand onto him. Vaughtar's feet and claws easily covered the man's entire torse and hopefully would pin him firmly to the ground. Of course there was a risk that the strange armor would collapse and Hirsch would likely be killed instantaneously, but given the situation it was an acceptable one. Hopefully it just wouldn't happen.

Vaughtar probably made quite a strange appearance as he tried to balance himself out on moving Hirsch instead of the solid floor.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

So. My cold is halfway over, I only have to visit my workplace once more for the next two weeks and that one occasion will be a very brief one... So.. I've started working on processing my roleplay backlog!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Fathom ? What in whoever's name was a fathom ? Always those individual ways of measuring things. However the very high number of seven thousand gave some reason to believe that the quantity they were talking about could be abstracted by saying a lot -- and that was enough information for the Skayleigh at this point. With considerable internal reluctance the elven behemoth moved away from the safety of the wall behind his back and came a bit closer to that perilous looking crossing.

"The most heavily armed and armoured ? Don't say such things, please." An-Hasst would have added the obligatory quality of grinning and sarcasm to his statement since it was referring to something spoken out by Settionne, but the mere fact that the priest's statement was both reasonable and put him on the top of the list eradicated every bit of amusement inside him. Innocently the Skayleigh inspected himself, his extremely bulging muscles and his -- though wooden - armor. "It appears to me that I should go either at the front or at the rear, together with Argon and Geradin I guess ?"

Saying this, he glanced over towards the two one after another. He was expecting the party to arrange itself in some kind of line. At this point probably noone was eager to put himself closer to that abyss than was absolutely necessary... "Those 7000 fathoms won't disappear by themselves, and given that there could be Rogs behind us I think that going ahead is no less sensible than turning around." Still... the latter option felt damn better! However chances of others accepting it were to be considered very slim at best he thought, so better not to repeat the idea in the first place. Still dragging the oversized halberd behind him, the Skayleigh moved himself into position at the front.

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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 I hope I can get something up today. I feel though as if I've acquired a cold.

New Beginnings

Batharyn's attention was divided among three things: Salina, the entrance door and his employer. Hopefully the latter one wouldn't interfere with his little observation plan because the thing in between would suddenly be pushed upon by yet another, impatient customer. And hopefully none of the ones already here would come to the conclusion that he needed some mor beer, wine or other annoying stuff.

Sitting there as he was, the thief was well aware that he himself was attracting some attention due to his appearance and the fact that he was the only one around here not eating, but apparently just relaxing. Of course this wasn't true: His mind tracked every move Salina made, and tried to track every move the people around here made. The best thing that could happen now was that someone would approach and engage her in some kind of conversation. Such a thing could only cause distraction for her and additional delay in case she'd suddenly feel the need to cancel and go upstairs.

And there it was... A young man had fallen victim to her almost unnaturally staring eyes -- maybe he should try to learn that trick if that was possible: Lure people towards him and lighten their load while sitting instead of following them and waiting for the opportunity... Very convenient! Batharyn remained there sitting for another minute or so, then he sluggishly heaved himself off the chair and walked towards the bar as if he'd have to inspect something behind it. Having reached this position behind Salina's back and being crouched as if indeed messing around with the abundance of bottles beneath the counter, he let another half a minute pass before heading upstairs silently. Luckily enough even his so much hated employer dud not appear to notice his auxiliary's move. That primitive lock would hardly be any obstacle...

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The Skayleigh's ears were in well enough shape to hear Alice's answer very well even though there were now like a dozen of partially armored feet trampling on a layer of rocky dirt and pebble in the middle of a tunnel whose walls were perfectly suited for echoing. Still some part of him immediately came up with a great desire that it would have been scrambled beyond recognition for that same part considered it to be quite foolish. If those rogs had extensive experience with underground movement they'd probably be considerable faster than he was, for example. An-Hasst felt far too towering for this way of creeping through a secret unterground passage and given his crouched position he probably was. It would have been less of an annoyance if it had not been for the wounds acquired in the recent fighting which were in those areas of his body he now had to bend in order to get through here. The thought of them being torn open again by this at some point was something that lingered in his mind.

Some were eating. By now the Skayleigh felt hungry enough to do the same, reaching for his bag and pulling out some or the ordinary supplies he had brought with him. He was nowhere near making as much of a noisy event out of it as some other particular individuals were though. His eyesight would have been sufficient for careful maneuvering around here despite the utter darkness, but why be careful when you have been given some fancy stuff to use instead ? And if there'd be yet another fight suddenly rearing its ugly head he'd be glad about already having full vision.

And then there it was. Quite the opposite of the tunnel ending in some kind of blocade like he had been thinking, but not a happy end either. Was the Kaelic island riddled with such unknown, subterranean structures in a similar manner ? Thinking about this possibility was quite a bit dissatisfying to put it this way. An-Hasst kept as close to the wall as he could. After all feet covered in metal or other rigid armor and wet rock that might even have been polished by aeons of water could be a very slippery combination and who knew if anyone would have the power and enough grip to stop him once he had started approaching this abyssal... unintentionally. The thought of putting off his massively armored boots and continuing on bare feet did strike his mind, but he'd not do that until it was clear that they'd actually take one of the roads leading ahead and not turn around.

"Something tells me that someone here will bring up the idea of continuing this way, and some other thing also tells me that someone is already halfway expecting me to bring up the argument against that idea. Am I right ?" At this point An-Hasst darted an intensive stare at Settionne, but neither could he be sure that the tiny man would actually be able to see it in this environment nor did he actually think that the priest was the only one in question. "Well... let's put it this way. I firmly believe that our real goal is not in this direction. Unless..." The Skayleigh heaved himself closer to the dwarf. "Geradin ? Aren't you the expert for such situations ? Do you have any idea what this could be aside from obviously being a large cavern ? Were could it lead to ?"

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