Lake Cleanup - RPLOG
Participants
Date
19/4/477
Log
This high in the mountains, the air is thinner and colder, especially in the evening. The small group of Freeswords, led by Angus, have been following the clear stream upwards to its source, a lake nestled in the mountains to the north. In the middle of the lake are some ancient ruins, appearing to be far older than even Creator-made remains, and it's only through judicious borrowing and use of a hermit's boat that everyone is in the marbled sanctum without having to swim into the middle of the lake.
The pool ripples and undulates gently, waiting for Angus to call to it.
Angus approaches the edge of the water, having been called here by the spirit he had done what he was asked. Turning he regards those that had followed him before turning back once more, grinding the butt of his staff into the surface of the island as he clears his throat before speaking in a load, strong voice. "Ser'ther, I have come as you have asked, and brought others with me as well."
Cassidy keeps her cowl tugged up, as usual when traveling, but she leaves her mask down as she shuffles around behind Angus, frowning. "So... What's this we're going to be doing? How does this all work out?" She bites her lip, looking on anxiously as she peers into the water.
Dio follows along diligently behind the others, carrying around his typical gear of a tower shield and a fine spear at his side. And of course, with such a lovely lake atmosphere, who wouldn't bring tasty treats to snack upon during the trip? Or at least Dio would considering his favored snack of jerky secured in his pocket and teeth. "This ain't another plan to bathe me 'gain, is it," the lion questions after ripping apart a piece of jerky and swallowing it down.
Kalt sighs as she leans on her own walking staff, a simple branch she had picked up on their voyage up the mountains. She was clad in most of her armor today, the main changes being the lack of her left armguards and shoulder pauldron, along with her two handed weapons. Her left arm is still kept in it's place with a thick band of cloth, and a piece of heavy metal wrapped over her shoulder... The vixen having won the argument with angus that she'd be damned if she missed out on meeting a spirit today. She chuckles gently at Cassidy as she tries to not lean on the ruins, or do anything to accidentally insult the spirit. "Aw just go relaxin' Cassidy... Figurin' he'll tell us when he's needin' to an' such eh? You ever go meetin' a spirit before Cassidy?" She snerks slightly at Dio's comment and looks over to the lion as she sticks her tongue out. "What if'n it were? You're a tad bit outta dry land to be remainin' dry if'n you had to go runnin'!"
Jera watches from a few steps back, watching the group's back. A year of being away has completely disconnected him from affairs, the kit fox not even recognizing most of the people here. He thought that he would do his job best just with his bow at the ready, watching for danger, and that he does.
Siyu is dressed a little warmer, the rodent is of course, ready to help his friendly spirits. Especially a cousin of his own, he'll just brush down his outfit, and wait to see what he has to do. He's come equiped as best he can, just chittering. "This is...umph, interesting..." is his first comment. He draws a deep breath, "Lord Solacious, I am bound to this quest as are you, twined spirits, I'll do what I can...did he give you no more information? Just to bring followers here with you?" he inquires.
Mazurek has joined the expedition, having been out of contact with everyone in existance for quite some time. He had been hibernating, even blocking all entrances to his underground lair except for the watery one. Something had awakened him with enough time to spare to answer the call for this little venture. Going up into the mountains meant that the Iguana chose to join up with his draconic powers, giving him the needed immunity to the natural elements to be quite comfortable. For attire, the dragon actually wears more than he usually does. Shorts is as his usual, but this trip he's actually in a short sleeve shirt, customized of course to account for his wings. There is nothing said by the towering, ten foot, draconic iguana. He moves away from the group a little and keeps a silent watch on the surroundings.
Bite looks around the area instinctively for loot, her soul gem not letting her rest as she sways towards their destination. As Angus speaks she stretches and listens, this should prove interesting.
Jendayi arrives in a rather basic set of plate as armor goes, flamberge hoisted over her shoulder, taking a deep breath and glancing around at the other folk who've taken up the job offer. The sphinx seems a little bit anxious, though keeps her composture, offering waves and smiles to the others.
Nothing happens for a few empty moments, and then the water starts to fizz, froth and gather itself upwards in a long, sinuous shape, the pool's surface draining slightly as more and more water is drawn into the physical form the spirit is assuming. At last, a nondescript serpent is formed, perhaps four to five times as tall as a being, icy fangs displayed as it surveys the room.
~Oh. Right. Yes. I did ask for your help in gathering those of your kind, although I didn't expect quite this many. Good work.~ The spirit's "voice" is quite relaxed, as opposed to some others. ~Yes, there is a task I would like to ask of you. I have to live here, as your kind would put it, or at least, when I manifest myself in this plane - even though the lake's surface is clean, there are things that have been thrown into the lake over time, and while many have resurfaced along with this place, others have not. Some of them are quite interesting, and I think they may help, even if indirectly, in the efforts against my fallen brethren.
~Now, I would be getting them myself, but stuffy Kedrac has very strange rules on what is "direct intervention" when it comes to this sort of thing. He thinks of it in black and white, you see, as you would put it. Hence, under Angus' guidance, I'd love you to help clean out the lakebed.~ A pause. ~That was a mouthful, wasn't it? Well, you can keep anything you find. I no longer have as many supplicants as I used to have, back in the day.~
Angus taps his staff a little nervously as he waits for the spirit to surface, turning to give both Kalt and Cassidy a smile to try and keep up the facade that he knew exactly what he was doing. As the spirit appears he finally takes a deep breath and nods. "I did the best I could, had a feeling you might of needed them." He answers, but as soon as he is given the task he blinks a little, and nods. "That is a generous offer, thank you."
Cassidy folds her arms and shrugs, looking over towards Kalt. "I suppose he will, yes... And no, I have not seen one before. That's part of why I came. I want to. How's your arm doing? Getting better, I hope?" Her ears perk as she hears the spirit before looking towards Angus. "What are we to be doing, exactly? What're we cleaning up? I'm all for finding treasure!"
Dio was about to take a liberal bite out of his cured meat snack, but Kalt's comment tempoarily ceased his motion. "We'll see 'bout that, lass! I'm on to yer master plan ya got cooked up 'ere. Takin' a poor innocent lion like me to a spirit jus' to get a silly bath. It was a good plan, but I'm on to ya." The lion nods his head proudly and finally takes another bite while listening to the spirit and his mighty request. "O', is that all, lad? Jus' a little trash pickup? Well, it is a shame seein' a nice place like this with trash floatin' 'round in it. Suppose I could 'elp out a bit."
