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| The Lost Temple of For-Ophour; (P) Imy, Shan, Ahriman. | |
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| Topic Started: Sat Aug 27, 2011 5:24 am (880 Views) | |
| Imy | Tue Sep 27, 2011 1:29 am Post #31 |
 
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Imythess watched as Shan played with the weird pattern on the wall. She was remarkably calm as he said something about not making decisions. "Well then, you are put in this situation with me. Making a decision must be the something you have to do in return." She said as he continued to mess around with it. After a while the room rumbled and Shan asked if something was her. Since she was standing right next to him, she merely shook her head. "No." Turning around, she saw what was there. Those weren't friendly. Not in the slightest. Taking a moment to think, panic started to grow inside her. Monsters? That wasn't good, they could be ripped apart. Of course Imythess wouldn't let that happen! She would beat anything that tried to hurt them, right? With a small hesitation, Imythess moved in front of Shan. "There has to be something safe, right?" Trying to sound calm. She made one of the weird design things that Shan was doing, nothing happened. She did it again with a few corrections as the room started to move again. She turned and watched for any paths that would open with anything that was going to try and kill them. |
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| Shan Orison | Thu Sep 29, 2011 12:14 am Post #32 |
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The room shifted again as Imythess traced so erratically on the symbol that she could only follow the indentation correctly the second time. The first her fingers jumped out of groove after tracing the circle portion once too often and starting with one of the curved rays. The room ground around again and stopped with a grinding jerk. The monsters at the other side of the room looked around, seemingly confused. They sniffed the air and cocked their heads around, searching for them. Well, that does makes sense, his logic said. They must be some sort of creature that became trapped down here long ago and adapted to the low levels of light, though they seemed to have abandoned the use of sight for the nocturnally superior use of smell and sound. I think you can work with that, his second thoughts grinned. Shan glanced over at Imythess. It was odd to be the calm one in the room, but with the avatar of the land looking flustered, he was forced to keep a level head. Not fair. He motioned for her to remain still and quiet. Slowly, he lifted his violin in place and began to play, first activating an enchantment he purchased that seemed perfect for this scenario. His violin emitted no sound and, in fact, permitted no sound. He and Imythess were in an island of silence, stifling any sound waves before they began, and stopping any sound that entered from outside the sphere of soundlessness. Shan stood in a crouch and moved slowly, trying to make no sudden jerk that would attract the remains of theses things' sight. The room was large enough to permit this, at least, as long as Imythess remained beside the wall. He kept his focus on the monsters ahead of him, however. Were they human once, or some other sentient species? his curiosity whispered loudly. How did they get down here anyway? Did they make this place and get stuck and decide to play horrible albino monsters to stave off the boredom and got stuck in character? Whatever they were, they aren't human now, his second thoughts said. They move like predators now, and they've made no attempts to speak with you. Those teeth and claws are certainly weapons, and I'm afraid that we'll have to deal harshly with them. What, you mean...we get to kill them?! Shadow, shut up. Well, maybe we could just disable them and- One of the beasts sniffed the air toward Imythess, and let out a howl. They had scented one of them, and it sounded hungry. Oh, dear, time for heroics, his common sense sighed in resignationt. At least we're far enough now for this to work. "Hey! HEY!" Shan shouted, waving his arms in the air. "Over here! Hey!" He played a quick flurry of staccato notes just to ensure he had their attention. Whipping their heads around from the prospect of potential prey to prey in all its acoustic glory, the two beasts howled again and charged at the bard. Shan began to play and prey, hoping they weren't resistant to magic...The running gait slowed as the duo came into range, listening to Shan's song in silent wonder. Good, at least the fascination part of the spell worked. Now for the pain. He stopped playing, and the beasts started writhing and screaming. The room was, to most ears, dead quiet, but the echoes of breath, shifts in steps, and the reverberant thrum of the temple in general added to an interesting cocktail of sound on its own. Superior ears would pick up on these sounds even more easily. Add that to the screams the two kept making as their hearing worked against them and was amplified in their minds into torturous agony, and they weren't going to do anything but hurt. Shan played another song, activating a Blast of sound that would be even more torturous while ensnared by pain. They were knocked back by the cone of solid sound, bouncing and hitting the far wall with a sickening smack. Shan stood still, waiting for them to rise back up and come snarling after him. They did twitch menacingly, but that was it. "Huh, that worked." Shan ran back over to Imythess. "Hi, um, so...which one did you shift it to? We should be able to, um, continue figuring out how to get back now, as long as they don't have some sort of regenerative..." he left off his babble as he heard something moving across the way. Underneath the glow of the crystals, the monsters were twitching with a bit more purpose toward them and a lot more menace. "Imythess, I should tell you that I have horrendous luck right now, and, um...Don't worry," he said, lifting his violin again. "Things'll probably work out. Maybe." Edited by Shan Orison, Thu Sep 29, 2011 1:17 am.
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| Shuett | Sun Oct 2, 2011 4:49 pm Post #33 |
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Creatures with gaping wounds to match their mouths were thrown out of the way by the charging wolf-man. Fear was replaced by cold, calculating logic. He slipped into his primal state, more wolf than anything; the hunter returned. Expert thrust of his spear to the chests of the beasts pierced lungs, and the less proficient attacks sent them spinning out of the way, a slice through their shoulder. Ahead, he could see a large copper door, which was open a crack. It opened inward, so he needn't worry about slowing down. A line of the nasties were waiting in front of the door. Of course they were waiting there; they may be beasts but the knowledge of this place remained. If their prey were separated, they would go this way of course. Shuett let out a feral growl and kept running, leaping into the air a few feet from the line. He slammed sidelong into the copper door, rolling onto the floor. "Oooowwww!" he shouted angrily, "I really need to stop opening doors this way." he rolled his shoulders, and turned to face the line, they seemed not to care that he had entered the room. How strange. He kept his eyes on them, and eased his way back to a well-like structure in the center of the rounded room. There was a lift that would take them down to a lower level, a level that could be accessed by the star-room if they knew the right combination on the symbol-key. The wolf pulled the lever, and with a grating sound the lift began to rise to meet him. Little did he know that there was something darker lurking in the lower levels of this library, something that even the nasties were frightened of. Something that had been in the desert longer than the library, something that compelled an architect to build here in the center of a wasteland. Something dark, something cruel, and something hungry. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sat Oct 8, 2011 3:59 pm Post #34 |
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Running down the hall the Pirate found himself somewhat regretting this decision immensely. The baying of hounds behind him and the somewhat fearful breaths of his allies next to him reminded him that this was the most idiotic idea that he had had all day. A startling realization, but it oddly wasn't the worst one that he had had in general. Sort of made him wonder how dumb he was on a day to day basis when it came to tactical analysis, but then decided that he both didn't wish to know and that this wasn't the time to think on it regardless. The three of them pressed on with the score of beasts behind them growling and howling and wishing to have at their little meal. He had the sinking suspicion that not only were they not enough to appease whatever beasties were coming for them, but they were also very likely the first meal any of the hundreds of beasts had had in a very long time. Spectacular, it meant that while they were still alive there would be some rather painful goings-on in their guts. Fantastic day to play hero, Ahriman Lordimar. Fantastic. Shep spun and fired his notched arrow into the crowd of blood-hungry beasts and the resounding howl of pain was a heartening sound. The step he lost to fire it, however, was not. The other two prepared their weapons and moved to his sides, the Captain's blade sparking with electricity as they waited for the hounds to close in. As two of them moved ahead of the pack the two pirates spun and stopped in place, the first of them being taken at the mouth by the moonsea cutlass in the captain's hand. Ahriman smiled as he cleaved a way through the beast's body and electricity ended it long before the blade. The other didn't go down so easily but the pirate still got it, his blade planting into it's chest and left it twitching in the floor. The two barely turned and ran to get next to Shep before the wave of beasts behind them caught up. Down a few at least, though the mass of them coming on even harder were not inviting, and if they were going to survive an encounter - an extra two hands with them or not - then they were going to need to whittle them down by at least half of their current numbers. Even then Ahriman didn't like their chances. He was good, but numbers, instinct, home-field advantage and natural weaponry was a lot of stuff to be stacked against. He began to mutter the words of his favorite spell and waited 'til they turned a corner in the hallway, the illusion he shot off behind him making the shadows around them run in circles, cry out, and make a ruckus all around. At best it should at least buy them some breathing room, or send a few away for a few seconds. Something to give him time to think. Which is how this all happened in the first place. How the circle comes around. The pirates continued their pattern of firing behind them and pressing forward until they came to a suspiciously flat wall, something that brought many questions that the Pirate had little desire to know answers to. They followed the direction of those two and ended up in a dead end. Were they already killed and dragged off? Was there a turn he didn't see down the hall? It didn't matter now. They still had at least a dozen of the beasts behind them and their backs were to a wall. Another of the beasts took an arrow to it's forehead as the bowman to his left fired into their group, desperation causing him to fire into them and miss. He was going to run out of arrows at this rate which was another prospect that was not fantastic in the least. Dying because your archer panicked and shot all his arrows blind was a prospect he really didn't like the sound of. The first of the mongrels charged forward and met an electrified blade, falling into the ground. A stand-off, though he had a feeling they knew they would win once a few of them got the stones to rush forward and take the pirates with sheer numbers. They couldn't maneuver well with the wall and both groups knew it. And then something remarkably shocking happened. As the beasts rushed forward the walls began to shift, and as the first of their group jumped up to bring it's jaws towards Ahriman the wall behind him disappeared, causing him to fall backwards into the twirling room with the pair that accompanied him. Shep kept his grace well enough, falling back and seeing the creatures that were in the room already and planting an arrow in one of their flanks. Loda twisted and sent his blade into one of the ones coming at them. Ahriman laid on his back and stared up at the twitching corpse of one of the monsters as it impaled itself on his blade and twisted in an attempt to get a bite at him. The best response he could come up with for this was a heavy kick that sent it into one of it's charging brothers. Or sisters, he couldn't honestly be sure. With a grinding of his teeth he whistled to indicate a retreat into the room to his two veteran lads. They helped their leader to his feet and made a break for it, the two on the other side of the room having a much more defensible position then standing between two groups of very angry, hungry monsters. The second of the ones between the two groups of humans was killed easily as they rushed past, a cutlass sending it bleeding into the floor. The pirates spun around as they got within ten feet of the pair, creating a line like they had done so many times before. They were the veterans, and Ahriman would burn in the hells before he let himself stand behind someone who didn't boast that experience cause he had had a chase already. And just to accentuate that point, he nodded and Shep fired another arrow at the approaching group. He considered taking up whittling when this was done. |
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| Imy | Sun Nov 20, 2011 8:37 pm Post #35 |
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Imythess couldn't help but stand there as Shan did something. She couldn't hear anything, but the bard didn't stop there. The ninja stayed by the dial as Shan moved across the room. Taking a defensive stance with her dagger, her body tensed up when one of them howled in her direction. This wasn't fun anymore. This definitely wasn't fun anymore. Of course before they charged her, Shan started making noise to distract them and save her. To be fair, the ninja didn't know what the hell Shan was doing but in the end he knocked the monsters out. She stepped aside as he came back to where the dial was. "I guess this you paying me back for saving you earlier?" She said, trying to distract from the concept that she needed help in the first place. Before she could answer about what she did on the dial, the creatures were moving again. That wasn't good. "Just kill them already." The order came sternly. Swallowing whatever uncertainty she held for the situation, she put her head down and drew out two shuriken. "Yes sir." She muttered under her breath in response. Only moments later she threw a shuriken at the far wall away from both them and the monsters. She was already running at that point. Her boots made it so she didn't make any noise. She was running towards the monsters, which were now facing where the clang of metal hit stone. Sparks were flying off of the shuriken lodged in the wall, popping noises adding more to the distraction. Once close enough to properly hit, she threw the second shuriken into the body of the closest one. Fire lept out of the shuriken and burned the beast where it was hit. The girl jumped onto the monster and landed on it's back. Dropping down to a prone position she grabbed onto it as to not be shaken off and started to stab her dagger into it's head with her other hand. She kept stabbing until the beast stopped thrashing about. That was one taken care of. |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Nov 30, 2011 11:00 pm Post #36 |
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"Um, didn't really think of that," Shan said when Imythess asked if he was paying her back from before. And he hadn't. She had been overwhelmed for a time, and he hadn't. She was with him, so he protected her. It was that simple when it came to the bard. Imythess finally managed to stand, and she was a fascinating sight to watch, so smooth and silent as she struck, like a owl after a shrew. She managed to ensure one wouldn't rise again, but there was still its friend. Wonder what finally motivated her? his curiosity asked. When Ahriman and his men arrived, Shan was ecstatic at first. The fact that they'd brought even more of the sightless beasts with them dropped his enthusiasm, however. They formed a defensive line between Shan and the monsters, firing arrows as the things approached. He stood and ran beside Ahriman. "Hang on," was all he said, and he began firing Blasts at the monsters, sending them tumbling back, never letting more than one or two get within melee distance so Ahriman and his men could whittle them down without being overwhelmed. They began grinding through the horde a little at a time. "So, glad you're well," Shan said conversationally. "Is Shuett alright?" |
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| Shuett | Sat Dec 10, 2011 8:31 pm Post #37 |
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Shuett moved cautiously toward the line of "nasties", as he had come to call them. They stared intently back at him, no light of intelligence in their eyes, only the glow of a deep hunger. He shuddered and slammed the doors shut. Once they closed, the wolf man was immediately aware of the sudden coolness of the room. With the chill, came a certain clarity, an ability to take a momentary step back and take inventory of the situation. The tower was collapsed, trapping the party with - potentially - thousands of these beasts. Shuett was cut off from the rest of the group, and his only chance for him and the party to escape was through a ventilation system he only guessed had to exist. Once the lift ground to a halt, Shuett stepped onto the worn stone platform. He began to descend, and as he did so, he heard the nasties howl their wretched howl. Again he shuddered, both from the growing cold known only to those in the arctic or nocturnal desert dwellers, and a growing feeling of fear. Slowly Shuett began to realize how deep he was going. He was already a few hundred feet below the surface of the sands, and at the rate he was going, he would be perhaps another hundred. The thought of tons upon tons of sand collapsing on him made him slightly numb. Maybe it was just the cold. The wolf-man reached the bottom of the shaft, where the only light came from a single brazier. A lit brazier. A long hall, cramped and carved from sandstone, extended into blackness. No...not carved...the pattern was too regular for a crew of even the most skilled masons. It seemed as thought it was naturally formed. That wasn't possible, but neither was a fire in the depths of a desert library inhabited by abominations that were once humans. He chuckled to himself, but there was no humor in it. He pulled out his lantern, and lit it from the brazier with a thin piece of rolled cloth. He had, if he was lucky, an hours worth of oil left. He sighed, and began to walk down the hallway. If he listened closely, he almost thought he could hear conversation coming from ten feet above him. Something about paying someone back for saving them earlier. |
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