The Sunken Vault Part 1 - RPLOG
Participants
Date
19/1/482
Log
The air grew increasingly oppressive as the small group of felines followed the directions out of the small ressearch camp and towards the recently discovered Creator ruins. 'Up this way, look for the watery bog with the yellow tree.' the researchers had said to them before retreating back to their observations.
Sure enough, the yellow tree was unmistakable. In a veritable sea of choking vegetation, under a thick canpoy that strangled out the light into mere rivulets of illumination, the fungus-covered tree shone like a beacon with its sickly light. Not far, half sunken into the thick foliage and boggy terrain lay a darkened crevice between overgrown foliage and thick moss. A soft, alien red light glowed from within, indicating this claustrophobic passage was anything but natural.
Lyas arrives at the designated spot in the swamp, stepping carefully through the mud. A thick layer of sludge plastered up his side is evidence that he wasn't so careful at first. The tabby will be spending a good chunk of time tonight cleaning mud out of his long fur, a fact he's not looking forward to. Ah, well - for now, there's the thrill of adventure ahead. He has a new sword at his side, second-hand but good quality armour on his chest - better than both of those, though, is the feeling of being a Freesword again. His mood is slightly dampened by the presence of Zalthar in the group - for now, he's keeping a wary distance from the Shadow, sticking close to Aleera's side.
"Are we gardenin' today?" he asks the siamese lightly, as they approach the yellow tree. "If not, sommun ought to." He prowls around the sick-looking vegetation, not yet approaching the crevice. For now he's content to poke at clumps of mud and moss, using his sword like a stick. Well, he's going to have to clean mud off everything else, why not the blade too?
The vegetation in Sweetwater was different than that of Aleera's homeland, of course, but... for the most part, it wasn't completely foreign. What the siamese is encountering in this bog, however, is nearly brand new to her and just utterly disgusting. For the most part, she tries to avoid the various fungi and other such strange flora that are in the swamp, but judging by the fact that her boots and parts of her leggings are covered in mud, she doesn't seem to mind wading through the muck too much. And unlike her tabby companion, her heavy footsteps mean that she hasn't fallen yet. In addition to her usual bandolier of pistols, she has a musket and a blunderbuss slung over her back.... How many guns does she /own/, exactly?
"Gardenin'?" the feline woman echoes with a laugh, stepping up to the tree but... keeping at least an arm's-length between it and herself. Accurate or not, she's probably heard stories about how dangerous certain kinds of mushrooms and spores can be. "This place needs more 'en a bit a' gardenin'! It'd be better to burn the lot of it down."
Jendayi's approach is marked by the sounds of heavy footfalls in mud, huge sphinx's massive boots splashing mud and water everywhere as she stomps up to the site, apparently quite comfortable with getting her feet wet in swampy territory. It's not her first mission in a bog. She's a dedicated machine priest: she has an entire oiled crusher strapped tightly to her back, her smaller machines tied to her belt or stuffed into pouches. Stepping up in time to hear Zalthar's comment, she cheerfully booms, "It is a place of abundant life and growth as much as it is one of decay and darkness. It would be a terrible shame to lose the good just to be rid of the bad." She doesn't stop staring at the tree for a moment, examining every detail with equal parts reverence and fascination.
Not the biggest fan of swimming, Zalthar made use of her exceptionally light frame, and a uniquely designed hook staff she brought to scramble across roots and branches, never actually touching the ground. With the rest of the group noticably hostile (at least from where she was hanging), she seems to keep her distance, staying as a blur, or a smudge of black leather and cloth across the background. Despite not being slowed down by the swampwater, it does take her time to plan her steps and swings to keep up with everyone.
"Decay is a state of life. Without it, nothing new can grow." her voice sounds down from above.
From up close, it becomes obvious that the light in the darkened crevice is lightly pulsing in a steady rythm. A bit brighter, then a bit darker, over and over. As the felines get closer to it, another small detail becomes apparent. The passage is angled downwards, sinking into the boggy water at a gentle angle. Making further progress will mean more than just their boots will get sogged by the this particular mire.
The water shifts nearby with a gentle sloshing. Some swamp creature stalks beneath the water looking for prey, but too fearful of these four creatures entering its home to remain close by.
Lyas continues to prod at things for a few minutes, before shrugging and attempting to sheath his sword. By now, it's acquired its own thick layer of sludge. Grimacing, the Cat finds a thick patch of moss and wipes the blade off as best he can, then goes to sheathe it once more. "Shall we make a move?" he suggests, grabbing Aleera by the arm with a grin. He gives a tug that's meant to pull the other feline off-balance - he has every intention of sending her sliding down the angled passage ahead of the group! "You first, love. Don't mind the mud, it's good for your fur!"
Halfway to throwing Aleera into the passageway, the Cat comes to an abrupt halt as the water shifts and sloshes. His ear flicks, tracking the movement - then he's releasing his companion and drawing out his gun in one swift move. "Right, new plan. Let's see if we can't get whatever /that/ is to pop it's head out a' the water." He cocks the gun, grinning briefly to Aleera. "Here comes your favourite part, Firework." He's ready to fire as soon as Aleera is.
Zalthar and Jendayi both earn a glance from Aleera, and that's simply followed by a little shrug of her shoulders. "Places like this are dangerous and disgusting. I don't see why we need 'em around." With that said, however, she turns her attention to that... pulsating crevice in the ground. She steps a bit closer, examining the light, noting the angle.... "I don't wanna hafta try to swim in this water," she murmurs, crossing her arms over her chest... and leaving Lyas with the perfect chance to tug her around like that. Unluckily for him, however, she isn't an easy feline to pull around, and she's simply left grinning as the pair are kind of just... tug back and forth, trying to knock each other off-balance. "No, I think you should go first, luv. You're a much better scout 'en I am."
Just like the tabby though, that sound makes the siamese stop. Her ears perk, and once he's released her, she quickly draws the musket that's slung across her back. She raises it up to her shoulder, holding it at the ready, but she doesn't actually start taking aim until Lyas speaks. "Shadows in the water always mean trouble. Whatever that is, we should scare it off before we get in, aye," she says with a grin, lining up her shot. And then... without so much as questioning their party members, she pulls the trigger.
