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A little about me…
• Female (She/Her) (Cisgender)
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• Thirty years old.
• An America-born Eurasian. (Of Han Chinese and Dutch descent.)
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circling birb
Jakeem made no sort of response as the group of adventurers sounded off their opinions of what to do next, three of them anyway. Samira - the sorceress - seemed to be the only one that preferred to push on tonight. The Dragonborn and the northern woman however made their preference for making camp clear. The other two men, the Drow and the ragged musadhyar stayed quiet which the pasha took as them caring not one way or the other.
Jakeem knew he had to keep the collective somewhat satisfied and content with the conditions at hand, of course knowing he couldn’t satisfy them all at once. Besides there was an obvious point of compromise. The pasha’s men had secured the ruins exterior and set up fortifications nearby, and while the ruins were indeed riddled with danger the entrance was sealed to prevent anything from inside coming out at night. The group could ride on and would reach the main camp as the sun touched down. They then could rest the night and wake up fresh to descend into the depths. All points that Jakeem stated as the group ascended the arch of a dune before them. “We ride on. My men have set up a camp just outside the main structure, it is very well guarded and the ruins are sealed off from the outside. Rest at the main camp tonight and then tomorrow we may penetrate the ruins.”
“I prefer that over having to sleep anywhere in this desert and ride on further tomorrow morning.” Altonas spoke for the first time since they set out from Calimport.
“The desert is not a place to lay for rest.” Jakeem said smugly behind his cowl. “It is not much farther.”
True to Jakeem’s word it wasn’t much further to the ruins and the campsite nearby. The group made their way over a final towering sand dune, laboring to get up and over the top as the sun peaked just over the far horizon. From atop the dune they all lay their eyes on a small crop of craggy red rocks and cliffs with a sort of rounded gorge at the center roughly the size of a stadium. They could see torchlight and campfires about and the small shapes of men moving through what looked to be a fairly secured campsite positioned amid the natural ravine.
As beautiful as the gorge was - particularly now, illuminated by the red rays of the setting sun - it was the massive structure at the far side opposite of the entrance that was a true marvel.
“There it is,” Jakeem said aloud, lowering the sand coated cowl from his face, “the Sanctuary of Aduzahir.”
Several of the pasha’s men were murmuring at the grand sight before them. It couldn’t be denied that the marvel of the ancient ruin paired with the natural beauty of it’s stoney shroud was an intoxicating visage. All bathed in the red reflections of the eventide sun.
“This place was built thousands of years ago, in the time of the djinn before they were driven out by man.” Jakeem and his men ushered their camels on and began the slow descent down the steep dune towards the campsite below. The adventurers would follow with the rear guard keeping in tow. Everyone had to ride forward slow and careful, especially the Dragonborn and his bulky rhinoceros steed.
Sand rolled down the dune as the party made their way down, the camels lowing and snorting in both irritation and pings of worry as the sand gave way in large clods at certain points. Jakeem’s men all broke file and spread out and one ordered the hire-ons to do the same as to avoid a single animal slipping and falling to cause everyone to go hurtling down the dune. The group managed to reach the bottom without incident and from there rode straight ahead toward the encampment. A makeshift palisade had been constructed with a simple wooden gate. While it wouldn’t stop a horde of goblins or a well armed marauder group it was enough to dissuade any curious passerby’s or other unwanted approachers.
With a shout from one of Jakeem’s leads the gate came creaking open and after a long and grueling journey across the desert they had finally arrived. Jakeem and his men dismounted, slaves coming to round up the camels as the gate slammed shut behind the newly arrived. The evening sun by now gone, the only light in the encampment coming from rows of torches and scattered campfires.
“The slaves will take you to an empty tent of your choice, ask them for food if you wish and they will provide. I would suggest you all try and get some rest tonight, we will speak in the morning as would like to retire now.” Jakeem el Kalil then departed with his men in tow as a handful of slaves waited for any command to be given by the adventurers.
Jakeem knew he had to keep the collective somewhat satisfied and content with the conditions at hand, of course knowing he couldn’t satisfy them all at once. Besides there was an obvious point of compromise. The pasha’s men had secured the ruins exterior and set up fortifications nearby, and while the ruins were indeed riddled with danger the entrance was sealed to prevent anything from inside coming out at night. The group could ride on and would reach the main camp as the sun touched down. They then could rest the night and wake up fresh to descend into the depths. All points that Jakeem stated as the group ascended the arch of a dune before them. “We ride on. My men have set up a camp just outside the main structure, it is very well guarded and the ruins are sealed off from the outside. Rest at the main camp tonight and then tomorrow we may penetrate the ruins.”
“I prefer that over having to sleep anywhere in this desert and ride on further tomorrow morning.” Altonas spoke for the first time since they set out from Calimport.
“The desert is not a place to lay for rest.” Jakeem said smugly behind his cowl. “It is not much farther.”
True to Jakeem’s word it wasn’t much further to the ruins and the campsite nearby. The group made their way over a final towering sand dune, laboring to get up and over the top as the sun peaked just over the far horizon. From atop the dune they all lay their eyes on a small crop of craggy red rocks and cliffs with a sort of rounded gorge at the center roughly the size of a stadium. They could see torchlight and campfires about and the small shapes of men moving through what looked to be a fairly secured campsite positioned amid the natural ravine.
As beautiful as the gorge was - particularly now, illuminated by the red rays of the setting sun - it was the massive structure at the far side opposite of the entrance that was a true marvel.
“There it is,” Jakeem said aloud, lowering the sand coated cowl from his face, “the Sanctuary of Aduzahir.”
Several of the pasha’s men were murmuring at the grand sight before them. It couldn’t be denied that the marvel of the ancient ruin paired with the natural beauty of it’s stoney shroud was an intoxicating visage. All bathed in the red reflections of the eventide sun.
“This place was built thousands of years ago, in the time of the djinn before they were driven out by man.” Jakeem and his men ushered their camels on and began the slow descent down the steep dune towards the campsite below. The adventurers would follow with the rear guard keeping in tow. Everyone had to ride forward slow and careful, especially the Dragonborn and his bulky rhinoceros steed.
Sand rolled down the dune as the party made their way down, the camels lowing and snorting in both irritation and pings of worry as the sand gave way in large clods at certain points. Jakeem’s men all broke file and spread out and one ordered the hire-ons to do the same as to avoid a single animal slipping and falling to cause everyone to go hurtling down the dune. The group managed to reach the bottom without incident and from there rode straight ahead toward the encampment. A makeshift palisade had been constructed with a simple wooden gate. While it wouldn’t stop a horde of goblins or a well armed marauder group it was enough to dissuade any curious passerby’s or other unwanted approachers.
With a shout from one of Jakeem’s leads the gate came creaking open and after a long and grueling journey across the desert they had finally arrived. Jakeem and his men dismounted, slaves coming to round up the camels as the gate slammed shut behind the newly arrived. The evening sun by now gone, the only light in the encampment coming from rows of torches and scattered campfires.
“The slaves will take you to an empty tent of your choice, ask them for food if you wish and they will provide. I would suggest you all try and get some rest tonight, we will speak in the morning as would like to retire now.” Jakeem el Kalil then departed with his men in tow as a handful of slaves waited for any command to be given by the adventurers.
Tea
Larafan was quite taken aback at seeing the human burst forth from the smoky chamber up to the ceiling. The tentacles had shown her opponent to be resourceful but she had not anticipated something such as this. Worse yet he was now in a position to mark her location. She doubted he could see her in a split moment due to the thickness of the fog, but he would have less trouble certainly. Not to mention he now also held a good point to attack from.
The skeletons shambled about in the midst of the fog, flailing their weapons in futility as they craned their necks up at their target. Larafan could hold the control of the skeletons for a long time if need be. If anything they would dissuade the human from dropping back down into the chamber and keep him aerial. While the airborne vantage point did give Larafan’s opponent a good edge it also had a downside. For now he was a moving target, a fly to be swatted by her magic.
With a smirk Larafan prepared to cast again, drawing on her magic and invoking a conjuration spell. Even if it didn’t outright kill or even ground the human it would make maneuvering harder and give her breathing room for further casting. Focusing her focal point in the middle of the chamber and directing her undead to clear the area, she drew forth a cloud of daggers. A swirling vortex of hundreds of spiraling blades that would lacerate any who drew near. Larafan doubted the human would venture too close but the purpose was to force him to pour more focus into maneuvering and less on locating and attacking her.
The chamber was filled with the whistling sound of a thousand or more glinting blades hurtling through the air in a tornado of death. Keeping her eyes still on the tentacles off to her right Larafan took up position in low spot in the chamber, waiting for the right moment to attack directly. She would wait for her opponent to either be thrown off balance or severely injured trying to navigate the already crowded cave ceiling while also dodging a literal storm of blades. If he tried to land he would be forced to engage with her undead minions thus giving her the moment to deliver a crippling or killing strike.
The skeletons shambled about in the midst of the fog, flailing their weapons in futility as they craned their necks up at their target. Larafan could hold the control of the skeletons for a long time if need be. If anything they would dissuade the human from dropping back down into the chamber and keep him aerial. While the airborne vantage point did give Larafan’s opponent a good edge it also had a downside. For now he was a moving target, a fly to be swatted by her magic.
With a smirk Larafan prepared to cast again, drawing on her magic and invoking a conjuration spell. Even if it didn’t outright kill or even ground the human it would make maneuvering harder and give her breathing room for further casting. Focusing her focal point in the middle of the chamber and directing her undead to clear the area, she drew forth a cloud of daggers. A swirling vortex of hundreds of spiraling blades that would lacerate any who drew near. Larafan doubted the human would venture too close but the purpose was to force him to pour more focus into maneuvering and less on locating and attacking her.
The chamber was filled with the whistling sound of a thousand or more glinting blades hurtling through the air in a tornado of death. Keeping her eyes still on the tentacles off to her right Larafan took up position in low spot in the chamber, waiting for the right moment to attack directly. She would wait for her opponent to either be thrown off balance or severely injured trying to navigate the already crowded cave ceiling while also dodging a literal storm of blades. If he tried to land he would be forced to engage with her undead minions thus giving her the moment to deliver a crippling or killing strike.
Banned for being in ghost mode.
The faint wet splatting sound of the tentacle striking stone made the Drow woman’s ears perk up. She knew not at first what had been thrown but it had landed off to her right, rather close in fact though not near enough to see. She soon realized what the human had done when her queried gaze was met with the sight of a long, writing black tentacle stretching upward from the cave floor. Followed by another, and then several more.
With a sudden lunge the nearest tentacle sprang forward reaching out for Larafan. Eyes wide she hopped backward avoiding it’s grab for her legs, the elongated feeler then jutting upward reaching for her torso. Once again she dodged though just barely, nearly losing her footing. Her eyes constantly darted to the side half expecting her foe to come bursting from the fog but he did not. The Drow’s swift dexterity all that spared her from being snagged.
Sure that she was now out of reach from the still writhing magical appendages Larafan turned her attention fully toward the center of the chamber which remained concealed by the heavy fog. Teeth gritted she took to her staff again, raising it high as it hummed a sickly green light spreading over it. Pouring her focus into her spell and muttering the needed incarnation, a bright flash followed by a wave of energy rolled outward from the necromancer’s staff.
A rustling could be heard on the far end of the chamber, as well as the clanking and rattling of rusted metal followed by the scraping of boots against the stone.
Nine skeletons risen by Larafan’s dark magic came shuffling forth through the fog. Summoned to serve which in this instance was to flay the invasive human alive. “Shear the hide from his body and bring me his head!” Larafan shouted as the nine undead spread their ranks as they ventured into the center of the chamber, hollow eyes immune to the dark itself searched through the fog as the resurrected minions kept their swords and rusted shields at the ready.
The Drow sorceress glanced back at the still moving appendages off to her right before stepping further in the opposite direction as there no sense in accidentally wandering into them out of monetary lack of focus.
With a sudden lunge the nearest tentacle sprang forward reaching out for Larafan. Eyes wide she hopped backward avoiding it’s grab for her legs, the elongated feeler then jutting upward reaching for her torso. Once again she dodged though just barely, nearly losing her footing. Her eyes constantly darted to the side half expecting her foe to come bursting from the fog but he did not. The Drow’s swift dexterity all that spared her from being snagged.
Sure that she was now out of reach from the still writhing magical appendages Larafan turned her attention fully toward the center of the chamber which remained concealed by the heavy fog. Teeth gritted she took to her staff again, raising it high as it hummed a sickly green light spreading over it. Pouring her focus into her spell and muttering the needed incarnation, a bright flash followed by a wave of energy rolled outward from the necromancer’s staff.
A rustling could be heard on the far end of the chamber, as well as the clanking and rattling of rusted metal followed by the scraping of boots against the stone.
Nine skeletons risen by Larafan’s dark magic came shuffling forth through the fog. Summoned to serve which in this instance was to flay the invasive human alive. “Shear the hide from his body and bring me his head!” Larafan shouted as the nine undead spread their ranks as they ventured into the center of the chamber, hollow eyes immune to the dark itself searched through the fog as the resurrected minions kept their swords and rusted shields at the ready.
The Drow sorceress glanced back at the still moving appendages off to her right before stepping further in the opposite direction as there no sense in accidentally wandering into them out of monetary lack of focus.
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