The Shrew in the Cervice - RPLOG
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Date
27/10/477
Log
Natska gives Bernard a quick, apologetic glance, then takes off down the hallway after Cassidy. She doesn't move quite as fast as the fennec did, but she is determined to not let her out of her sight. "Better move quick, then! Come on everyone."
Bernie sighs as everyone dashes off without him. "Go on!" he waves at Rainer, "I'll catch up!" The old hound continues along at a sedate pace, his eyes bright and lively as he examines the tunnel, following after the others.
Cirra, coated in a healthy layer of mathemagic, dashes off after Cassidy and Natska. She's possibly faster than either of them, though they both have a headstart on her. She prepares another spell, but keeps this one on the brink of casting, waiting to see what happens. Kinda hard to do the diplomacy if you can't speak.
Rainer feels the rush of air on his fur as Cassidy zooms past him, prompting him to further grit his teeth and STARE at the rest of the team dragging their heels, until finally they all jump into action! ...except the old mutt. Still bouncing eagerly at the mouth of the secret passage as Natska and Cirra join the charge, he keeps looking back and forth between it and the plodding hound, starts whimpering, and finally throws back his head with a sighed "dammit." So he squashes down all his impatient mannerisms and forces himself into a more relaxed posture, brushing a hand through his hair, acting all nonchalant. "Well, -I'm- not leaving you back here by yourself. Who knows where else these passages open up? Can't have them getting the jump on you while everyone else's lost behind the walls, eh?"
Cassidy comes to a halt just outside of the potential ambush sight and flashes a little grin. She lets her book hang from the belt at her waist to free up her hand as she pulls up a few black pouches. "Now... Let's try this," she murmurs. Without any sound to give the foes ahead a tell, she opens each of the three bags and places them on the ground before kicking up a bit of air magic to try to carry the powder down the tunnel, dispersing it in the room. The only thing off would be the sudden breeze, but by then it'd likely be too late.
Rokarion __;*
The voices of dropping bodies can be heard from the eastern tunnel. Was it all of them or not is hard to tell without going into the tunnel. The rest of the group meanwhile reached Cassidy, and now they only needed to move into the tunnel to see the bandits. However, Bernard and Rinaer are still behind, reaching the first intersection as the rest of the group are already at the far end of the tunnel. They are treated to the sight of the rock formations, and water dripping around them. Also, they would notice that in the first intersection there is obvious movement of something in the western tunnel, obvious from the outlines is that they are elementals, most likely due to the nature of the cave, and its old overseer.
Bernard stops Rainer gently at the intersection. "Just a moment, lad," he says, stopping to fumble at his plain soul pendant for a moment before tucking it back into his fine linen shirt. "There," he says, patting the spot where his pendant is hidden, "Let's catch up with the others now. No need to bother the rocks back there. We're lookin fer fire, after all."
Natska comes to a stop at Cassidy's shoulder, glancing down at the bags then over at the fennec. She takes a moment to set herself, then nods her head. "Shall we?"
Cirra headtilts at Natska, blinking as the pair ahead of her stop, looking beyond them to see the bandits that are down. She keeps her spell ready, making sure the coast is clear before rejoining the old dog and the younger wolf.
Rainer watches the shadowy forms of the elementals moving about in the distance and... starts bouncing again. He turns his head to cast a gaze down the tunnel to the rest of the group, then back to the elementals again. "...I really wanna though..." the excitable pup moans as he ushers Bernard ahead, sparing a look back the way they came for signs of pursuit before following. "Also I thought we were looking for mushrooms." Seeing the sharkess heading towards them he gives her a wave before motioning her back the way she came, "All clear back here~"
Cassidy takes her book up in one arm again, drawing her rapier in the other. "Yes. Let us. We can get the mushrooms after we deal with them. Maybe they have the mushrooms, themselves," she says, striding forward, approaching with soundless steps.
As Cassidy and Natska step into the tunnel they notice it opening up into a small hallway, with another passageway going to the north, most likely the bandit's 'room'. However, much more urgent is the scene in front of the two, five beings lie on the floor dosing off, with a sixth one throwing a bucket of water on top of himself.
The being is obviously from the heavy clan if his stature is any hint. He looks like he is a fish being. Looking closely, one would notice that he is a herring being, with deep red skin color, a wicked looking scar on his face, and ginger hair. The large herring looks at the two with bloodshot eyes, before screaming in a gruff voice, "I am Clancy Roth! The Crimson Scar of the East Bank Forest! Who dares challenge me?!" Clancy then takes out a wicked looking, great sword, and points at the two, "Your trickery won't help you. Face me honorably if you dare!"
"Aye, lad," Bernard says, "But the mushrooms aren't like to be that way or this." He nods at the passage ahead where the shouts are coming from. "I fear I made a wee misstep back in the stone room," he admits, "Y'see, we should have gone West to reach the mushrooms."
Natska levels a flat stare at Clancy, then gives her head a tiny shake. "We are just passing through. Don't mind us." She takes a step back, and a chilly breeze begins slowly swirling around the jaguar.
Cirra leaves the talks to Natska, preparing her most powerful spell. Granted, she doesn't have enough space for her full lead-up, but she might as well keep the spell ready. This guy looks tough.
"Hah, admit it: you were more interested in picking a fight with whoever was setting the traps!" Rainer brings his teeth to bare in a big old smile, shrugging the two still-empty collection sacks off his shoulder and dropping them aside. "Well you better get up there before the ladies hog all the fun, then." Himself, he just looks for an optimal place from which to witness the spectacle.
Cassidy raises her brow at the fish and does her best to not laugh. "Oh pipe down, we're just here to look around. We don't want to kill you. Or I don't. That's why they're asleep. We're looking for fungus. Have you seen it? If you've got any, I'll just turn around and make my way. I've got no quarrel with you." All the same, a number of fireballs start to flicker into existence around her, just in case. "So please. If you can tell us if you've seen one, or at least let us go to keep looking, that'll be the end of it. Well. From us, anyway!" She couldn't speak for the other three, when they managed to catch up.
