Once the pair were underway, Raffey let himself slip into conversation with the dragoness. He shrugged at her suggestion to flee, "Nah nee' tah ru'. Ah'm a traveluh, da win's ta' meh here. Ah dun haff chain on meh, ah'm alreadeh free. Migh' as well 'elp da Kuhvarrin, dey migh' 'elp meh one day." Raffey also felt eyes upon him, but his instincts told him it was just a wary animal. But he'd been wrong before.
When she asked on the ruins, "Oh, ya, 'e saidt dat dey are... uh... Ol' Veerk Cass Store Rear Yuh, ees weir' name, nah?" Eventually the pair would find a few loose carved stones making a raggedy path that curved through the trees. The stones were clearly created and not natural with their sharp corners and perfect surfaces. They eventually led to the stony remains of an out building of some sort. There were many collapsed stone walls and ceilings stretched for many spear throws. Drache could spend weeks here studying these ruins. In the center of them though, was a wide staircase that led deep into the earth, so deep that light, by fire and sun, couldn't see the bottom. There was an enticing vibe emanating from within, feeling like a glow, but without the light.
Raffey led the way, a torch in hand, revealing many glyphs and art work on the walls as they went deeper in the earth. There were many fey letters making unknown words littering the path. There were pictures of a glowing man with a string leading away from him, further and further into the temple. The man came through a circle, from what looked to be a dead world, to this one. There the man ruled in a city above, but the line that led from him disappeared below.
The line followed the stairs until they finally bottomed out. A sickening smell permeated the warm, moist air. A rotten smell. On the map appeared to be a crude map, and ahead of them appeared to be a four way intersection. According to the map, the central path followed the line, the left hand path led to an up stairs, and the right hand path led to another circle.
Raffey walked right past, not noticing it, holding his nose closed, his accent now accompanied with nasal speaking, "Dis smell ees like da sheet. So ba'."
Meanwhile, back in the tavern, Sammeh looked up and down 'Rahn', settling on her eyes. "Just make sure you stay here, not entering the citylands and if you get bored, I'm the third door on the left." The tone was flirtatious and playful, and she turned to leave. Walking down the way, she waited until Rahn turned around to continue to where she assumed was her own room, so she could get a look at that athletic bum she assumed her to have. But she saw something else, something lumpy in the back of Rahn's trousers. The woman was hiding something. Quick as a charging bull, rapier drawn. Justicars weren't known for their evidence, kill first, find the truth later. She slashed at Megumi, looking to slash down her back. One who was pure needn't hide anything.
Laurel grew bored, being the last one in the campsite. She sat petting a large round orb she'd found days earlier, wishing it would come back to life. But it needed to rest after its ordeal. She looked up as something very strange approached. It appeared to be a dog ontop of a very, very large beetle. She waved at it, "Hello stranger! Come, join me, you hungry?"
The aaenshi hopped down and came over, "Hello. I am Fleabit, this is Dibney. We thought we saw an old friend of ours in your group. Is a man named Raffey with you?" Laurel nodded, smiling, though a bit nervous now, and Dibney chortled loudly, happily, rushing over to Laurel and nudging her with her horn. Laurel laughed and pet the beetle, before there was some distant shouting. They looked past the tavern and saw what looked like a boulder was launched from a man sent skyward. Laurel watched its trajectory, amazed at the speed, and saw it was sent right for a flying figure. It struck it in the bottom of its chest and the critter began to fall.
As it got closer and closer, Laurel could see it was a dragon, emerald in color. It seemed to recover enough to pull into a wobbly glide before skidding to a crash near Laurel. It shook the ground and looked very injured as it came to a stop. Atop it was red haired and bearded dwarf man, who leapt off, maces in hand. "Venarfalax, you okay, mate?" The dwarf shouted, facing toward his attackers. The dragon managed to raise his head a bit, then lift himself up to his legs, spreading his wings. Several of the justicars were rushing toward them, with the very large man that shot the boulder walking slowly. He conjured another boulder and shot it toward them. Laurel, without thinking, got up and unleashed a massive column of fire that shot up and knocked the boulder off course.
She immediately began wishing Sirik and Kraven were here, Drache too. Really anyone she knew. But the die was cast, and she was in it for these strangers. Fireballs conjured in her hands, her black hair replaced by flames. Fleabit whistled and his wolf came bounding out, and he hopped on him, rushing toward the men, axes raised. Dibney stayed near Laurel, protectively. Soon there was the sound of metal on metal and screams of pain, Laurel hurling fire everywhere, as the camp fought for their lives.
When she asked on the ruins, "Oh, ya, 'e saidt dat dey are... uh... Ol' Veerk Cass Store Rear Yuh, ees weir' name, nah?" Eventually the pair would find a few loose carved stones making a raggedy path that curved through the trees. The stones were clearly created and not natural with their sharp corners and perfect surfaces. They eventually led to the stony remains of an out building of some sort. There were many collapsed stone walls and ceilings stretched for many spear throws. Drache could spend weeks here studying these ruins. In the center of them though, was a wide staircase that led deep into the earth, so deep that light, by fire and sun, couldn't see the bottom. There was an enticing vibe emanating from within, feeling like a glow, but without the light.
Raffey led the way, a torch in hand, revealing many glyphs and art work on the walls as they went deeper in the earth. There were many fey letters making unknown words littering the path. There were pictures of a glowing man with a string leading away from him, further and further into the temple. The man came through a circle, from what looked to be a dead world, to this one. There the man ruled in a city above, but the line that led from him disappeared below.
The line followed the stairs until they finally bottomed out. A sickening smell permeated the warm, moist air. A rotten smell. On the map appeared to be a crude map, and ahead of them appeared to be a four way intersection. According to the map, the central path followed the line, the left hand path led to an up stairs, and the right hand path led to another circle.
Raffey walked right past, not noticing it, holding his nose closed, his accent now accompanied with nasal speaking, "Dis smell ees like da sheet. So ba'."
Meanwhile, back in the tavern, Sammeh looked up and down 'Rahn', settling on her eyes. "Just make sure you stay here, not entering the citylands and if you get bored, I'm the third door on the left." The tone was flirtatious and playful, and she turned to leave. Walking down the way, she waited until Rahn turned around to continue to where she assumed was her own room, so she could get a look at that athletic bum she assumed her to have. But she saw something else, something lumpy in the back of Rahn's trousers. The woman was hiding something. Quick as a charging bull, rapier drawn. Justicars weren't known for their evidence, kill first, find the truth later. She slashed at Megumi, looking to slash down her back. One who was pure needn't hide anything.
Laurel grew bored, being the last one in the campsite. She sat petting a large round orb she'd found days earlier, wishing it would come back to life. But it needed to rest after its ordeal. She looked up as something very strange approached. It appeared to be a dog ontop of a very, very large beetle. She waved at it, "Hello stranger! Come, join me, you hungry?"
The aaenshi hopped down and came over, "Hello. I am Fleabit, this is Dibney. We thought we saw an old friend of ours in your group. Is a man named Raffey with you?" Laurel nodded, smiling, though a bit nervous now, and Dibney chortled loudly, happily, rushing over to Laurel and nudging her with her horn. Laurel laughed and pet the beetle, before there was some distant shouting. They looked past the tavern and saw what looked like a boulder was launched from a man sent skyward. Laurel watched its trajectory, amazed at the speed, and saw it was sent right for a flying figure. It struck it in the bottom of its chest and the critter began to fall.
As it got closer and closer, Laurel could see it was a dragon, emerald in color. It seemed to recover enough to pull into a wobbly glide before skidding to a crash near Laurel. It shook the ground and looked very injured as it came to a stop. Atop it was red haired and bearded dwarf man, who leapt off, maces in hand. "Venarfalax, you okay, mate?" The dwarf shouted, facing toward his attackers. The dragon managed to raise his head a bit, then lift himself up to his legs, spreading his wings. Several of the justicars were rushing toward them, with the very large man that shot the boulder walking slowly. He conjured another boulder and shot it toward them. Laurel, without thinking, got up and unleashed a massive column of fire that shot up and knocked the boulder off course.
She immediately began wishing Sirik and Kraven were here, Drache too. Really anyone she knew. But the die was cast, and she was in it for these strangers. Fireballs conjured in her hands, her black hair replaced by flames. Fleabit whistled and his wolf came bounding out, and he hopped on him, rushing toward the men, axes raised. Dibney stayed near Laurel, protectively. Soon there was the sound of metal on metal and screams of pain, Laurel hurling fire everywhere, as the camp fought for their lives.
