Milo Monday September 10th, 2001 3:59:22 AM
Not really needing anything before leaving, Milo is content to split his time between meditation and prayer, and wandering aimlessly about the cavern in sheer boredom.
Questions, Concerns, Comments... (DM Chris) Monday September 10th, 2001 4:22:24 AM
Turning to Figment, Orgar states plainly, "I have not seen Dakar, but it is my understanding that he has requested sanctuary here in the mines, and plans to have an extended stay while he works through some of his personal issues in perhaps not-so-silent commune with Domi. As for the plague... while it didn't touch us down here, we did hear something of it... it was too widespread to miss the news altogether. I hear that it is rapidly being wiped out... I can only assume it is because of the antidote you speak of. We are completing preparations for departure as we speak now, and should be ready to go first thing in the morning. You can expect to see me again this evening, as I understand it, Helga would like to see you then, as well. If there are no questions or concerns, I'll see you tonight."
K'Nara Monday September 10th, 2001 6:57:43 AM
Suddenly K'Nara felt the beginnings of a pounding headache coming on when Olana's and Ingre's questions are said out loud. The headache is mercifully short-lived, however, when Orgar mentions Dakar's seeking sanctuary within the heart of this mining clan.
"Oh, thank the gods!" the leader of the Talons muttered. "That's ALL we would have needed--having to try to deal with Dakar's one-dwarf-war against those muscleheads up top..!"
Figment Monday September 10th, 2001 12:56:26 PM
The mage smiles at the thought of leaving the mines. "Orgar, I will miss you and your clan, but my back will NOT miss the mine!". He stretches trying to straighten all the kinks in his back from laying on the stone and hunching over.
Olana Monday September 10th, 2001 4:13:29 PM
Olana laughed with relief on knowing the wild young dwarf hadn't gone out to meet the guards. With a chuckle, she added to K'Nara's comment - "Well, he would have kept them busy for a while."
Flueterflam Monday September 10th, 2001 9:19:15 PM
Whistling suddenly comes from the bard's direction. He appears very happy. But suddenly he snaps his fingers and slaps his leg very hard, yelling out loud about the pain and apparently about lyrics that don't fit well. Fluet quiets down and stays deep in thought for awhile longer.
Brother Bertram Monday September 10th, 2001 10:38:35 PM
Bertram smiles. relieved that Dakar had decided to take time to come to terms with his rage. With a prayer of thanks to Domi he settles down for a little more rest before they hit the road.
Milo Tuesday September 11th, 2001 12:44:31 AM
At Orgar's pronouncement regarding Dakar, Milo looks relieved, but his face quirks up as usual and he looks toward Olana, "I wonder what they call it underground...? When we were traveling, I guess Dakar had some serious road rage... is this cave rage... how about mine rage... actually I'm glad its his rage and not mine.." Milo collapses in a fit of giggles.
Giving Thanks... (DM Chris) Tuesday September 11th, 2001 1:03:29 AM
As the day comes to a close, the evening food cart is brought in, with trays of steaming roast venison and loaves of warm spiced bread. Orgar grins, "We had to do some poaching for this, but considering our current plans, we're not looking to be in anyone's good grace these days." Accompanying Orgar is Helga who stands before the group, "In the morning you'll be leaving us, I regret to say. Your presence will be missed terribly. We will not however, let you go without some modicum of thanks." With that, Helga holds out her hands, and in them rests a polished silvery short sword, the hilt adorned with a textured onyx grip. "This is the blade that we forged out of the metals smelt in the bellies of those monstrous beetles. We are sure the blade is magical, though its exact properties are a mystery to our most adept smithies. Wield it well." With that, Helga sheaths the blade in an onyx black scabbard trimmed in copper, and presents the sword hilt first to K'nara.
K'Nara Tuesday September 11th, 2001 6:30:15 AM
The tall human woman smiled at the dwarf leader, then knelt down on one knee in front of her.
"On behalf of the Emerald Talons, Clanmistress Helga, I accept your token with humble gratitude." K'Nara said sincerely, taking hold of the hilt and then holding the blade aloft. "I'm sure it's going to be interesting to find out just what this product of your clan's craftsmanship can do!"
Figment Tuesday September 11th, 2001 12:48:38 PM
The mage bows to the Clan Leader with respect, but says nothing - leaving the talking to the warrior woman.
He eyes the blade with adminration. "I should be able to tell you what it is but I will need to memorize a spell for it. Would you like me to do this or would you prefer we do that after we escape - and do it at a later time?".
Ingrge Wednesday September 12th, 2001 7:45:21 AM
Listening to Helga's speech and giving her a nod of thanks, Ingrge moves forward a bit to get a better look at the sword. Turning to K'narra, he adds his comments to Figment's. I too can perhaps find something out about this blade so beteween the two of us.....
Olana Wednesday September 12th, 2001 4:29:45 PM
Whispering to Milo, Olana says - "Well whatever it is, he's not going to be the only one with 'cave rage' if I don't get out of here soon. I'm an elf, not a mole - and look at Fluet. Does he look sane to you?"
She then gives a sigh, followed by a grin. "I just want my trees back."
Later, as the sword is presented, Olana looks on with oohs and aahs, figuring that the mages in the party will be able to discover its properties.
Brother Bertram Wednesday September 12th, 2001 8:12:29 PM
Bertram eyes the craftmanship of the sword appeciatively before hefting his axe lovingly.
Milo Thursday September 13th, 2001 1:00:12 AM
Smiling at Olana, Milo is glad that someone appreciates his unusual brand of humor.
Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow... (DM Chris) Thursday September 13th, 2001 1:02:58 AM
The morning comes all too soon, and Orgar is there, with the food cart, waking up the Talons, "Good morning folks, everything is set. So as soon as you're ready to leave, we'll get underway. Don't take too long... I don't want some of our miners to get stage fright." With that he winks at the group.
K'Nara Thursday September 13th, 2001 7:27:48 AM
After her usual training stint and maintainance of herself and her equipment, K'Nara was ready for the next step of getting the Talons out of the dwarven mines and back to the Culverwood safely.
"I know I'm all set, Orgar," she told the helpful earthkin, then turned to her group, "How about YOU? You all ready to go?"
Flueterflam Thursday September 13th, 2001 9:26:58 AM
At hearing his name mentioned, the bard turns his head to hear what's being said about him. When he realizes what it is, Fluet starts laughing as insanely as possible. After a few moments, he stops and winks at Olana.
"I need to see the sun soon, if that answers the question. The sooner the better."
Figment Thursday September 13th, 2001 12:22:31 PM
The mage stands - ready to go. "Whenever we're ready. So how are we going to do this, Orgar. What do we need to do? Perhaps some instruction now before things get interesting would be a good thing.".
Ingrge Thursday September 13th, 2001 6:47:40 PM
Brightening at the thought of soon seeing trees again, Ingrge steps forward with a spring in his step, not seen in several days.
Olana Thursday September 13th, 2001 7:23:10 PM
Olana nods determindly at K'Nara. "Are we going to fight our way out? Or what?"
Brother Bertram Thursday September 13th, 2001 9:07:53 PM
After a hearty meal, Bertram hops up, ready to take on the world.
Milo Friday September 14th, 2001 2:47:37 AM
Milo eats lightly and quickly, shouldering his pack, and making ready in thoughtful silence. It is but a few moments, and he is ready to leave as well.
Passage Into Darkness... (DM Chris) Friday September 14th, 2001 3:01:18 AM
Grinning from ear to ear, he addresses Olana, "Oh no... your work is done... no fighting... we're headed out the back door... it'll take the larger part of the day to get there from here, but it completely bypasses the buffoons waiting at our 'front door'. All you have to do is get in line and follow me... for the first hour, you'll want to keep quiet, but after that, talk all ya like." Orgar holds up a pair of lanterns, filled and lit, passing one to Milo and the other to Olana. "Hold on to these so those of you who don't see so well in the dark don't get hurt." Turning to Bertram, "Will you take the rear cousin so you can use yer good dwarf vision to watch our backs? I don't expect any trouble, but its better to be safe than sorry." With that, Orgar steps through the black curtain, which has been tied to one side, and begins to lead the group through the tunnels. At first, you notice a small contingent of miners applying coal and dirt to their faces with all the care of a Plateau City Thespian. Then, an explosion rocks the upper passageways, and they go running towards the 'front door' feigning cries of woe, screaming things like, "By Domi's blade, they collapsed the cavern on themselves.... Oh what shall we do... the heroes have fallen... defeated the bugs they did.... but at what a price." The dwarves' cries fade as the Talons descend further than they ever have before.
K'Nara Friday September 14th, 2001 7:05:09 AM
"I'm sure our earthkin brethren have the details covered." K'Nara told both Figment and Olana...and was grinning when she saw and heard the theatrics the clan was willing to go through in order to secure the Talons' escape.
One more reason to see Parnoth off his ill-gotten throne... the human bladesinger thought resolutely to herself, ...such doughty spirits should never be forced to labor, but do so willingly. She then turned her attention towards following Orgar out of the mine.
Flueterflam Friday September 14th, 2001 10:51:53 AM
Quietly laughing about the dwarven 'antics' to help them out of the caves, Flueterflam looks intrigued. Those nearest the bard hear him quietly talking to himself, "That's IT! I'll become an actor. Yes, that's what I'll do. Hmm..where do I start?"
Figment Friday September 14th, 2001 11:15:48 AM
The mage uncovers his 2 torches which shine without heat. He hands one to anyone who wants to carry it and keeps the other himself.
Ingrge Friday September 14th, 2001 9:11:38 PM
Grinning from ear to ear at Orgar and the dwarves use of his idea Ingrge steps to the front, while putting on his shielding scarf, to walk along with K'narra. Indicating to her the scarf on his head, he asks, "So now that we'redead do you have any suggestions?"
Brother Bertram Friday September 14th, 2001 10:17:57 PM
Bertram nods his agreement and moves to the back of the line, keeping an eye out for problems. He smiles to himself hearing the dwarves carry on in thier name.
K'Nara Monday September 17th, 2001 6:43:31 AM
Nodding to Ingrge, K'Nara said:
"We should grab our stuff and hightail it back to the village we visited before going into the city...there's that group of orphans I promised to check up on before all this happened, and--if nothing else--I want to be sure that they are, indeed, all right."
Milo Monday September 17th, 2001 11:18:25 AM
Milo walks silently beside Orgar, ever wary for a trap or ambush as the group moves through the dark tunnels.
Pine fresh.... (DM Chris) Monday September 17th, 2001 11:24:06 AM
The tunnels seem to wind on forever as minutes seem like hours, and hours like days in the stifling underground passages. Eventually, Orgar pulls up short, "Okay, here it is folks, the way out. Now if everything went as planned, your horses should be on the other side of this door." Orgar pats what appears to be a blank wall. "Don't close the door too fast, as some of my kin is out there waiting to get in, and once you shut the door, you won't be able to open it from the outside." With that, Orgar pushes on an outcropping of stone, and then a 2nd, and a 3rd, in some strange sequence. With a grating sound and the rising of dust, the wall of the passage slides open, and light streams in, blinding the group. A fresh breeze accompanies the light however, and the scent of pine as well.
Figment Monday September 17th, 2001 12:34:33 PM
The mage puts up his 2 torches as he breathes deeply the fresh air. He follows the others out and carefully watches for enemies.
Brother Bertram Monday September 17th, 2001 5:24:28 PM
Bertram brings up the rear, holding back carefully just in case the group finds soldiers instead of friends. He keeps a hand on the clever door ready to slam it if need be.
Flueterflam Monday September 17th, 2001 6:38:00 PM
The bard squints until his eyes adjust to the 'real world'. He takes in several deep breaths, finding the smell better than he ever thought it could smell. Fluet continues to walk outside, and figure out where to go and what to do from here.
Olana Monday September 17th, 2001 7:00:03 PM
Intrigued by Orgar's words, the elf takes the torch and walks with the others along the tunnels. On hearing what is being done to cover their escape, she allows herself a little smile. She'd never thought of that!
As Orgar stood at the stone, she found herself bouncing up and down on her toes, energized by anticipation. As the door opened, her heart leapt. They were out! Out! Wheeeeeeee!!!
Ingrge Monday September 17th, 2001 7:40:20 PM
Breathing in deeply of the fresh outside air, Ingrge allows a quiet moan escape his lips as the tension of being underground and in the unnatural light for so long rushes out of his body. With a much lighter step the mage all but skips thru the door and into the sunlight.
K'Nara Tuesday September 18th, 2001 6:54:36 AM
So overcome by the smell of fresh air was K'Nara that she plumb forgot to make sure that all the fighter-types advanced first, instead exiting the cave hurriedly. Belatedly the human bladesinger recalled that at least one of them should stay by the door to make sure it stayed open for the dwarves who were without the mine, so K'Nara paused to keep the door open for them. She squinted about, looking for the horses and wagons. Where were they..?
Milo Tuesday September 18th, 2001 2:55:13 PM
Shrugging his shoulders and smiling at Orgar, Milo stands back, allowing the larger folk to complete their stampede through the door. "A halfling has to be careful around big folk... sheesh... whats a body gonna do?" Than, once the rush is over, he strides out of the tunnel, taking in deep breaths of the clean, fresh air.
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