Treasure in the Dark - RPLOG
Participants
Date
25/8/477
Log
"Let's just go, Marcus!" one of the two sparrows huddled around the little campfire says to the other, "No one is coming!" The other snorts at him. "Relax, David!" he says, "I'm sure that they will show up soon. That treasure is bound to be down here! Just think about last time!"
Thelergramor walks towards the campfire, hands in his pants pockets. His plague mask upon his face, one lens cracked from a slight altercation with a certain fox and her prosthetic limb. Equipped heavily with weapons, the wolf silently steps up to the sparrows. No words, glances behind him for anyone else coming.
Garbed in her full combat regalia, Natska approaches the pair of bird-folk at their campfire. The jaguar rests her ornately inscribed gauntlets on her hips, tapping at her metal tassets for a moment, then nods. "There was a notice that you needed Freeswords," she says, glancing around.
A clanking lion swiftly jogs towards the job location in all due haste, each step forcing his equipment to clank against each other with the subtltly of an overloaded blunderbuss. "Greetins!" Dio exclaims with a somewhat heavy pant. "I came 'ere as fast as I could with all this 'eavy armor I got goin' on." Thrusting out his chest and reclaiming his breath, he slams a fist upon the heavy armor on his chest in a proud fashion. "Dio the Traveler at yer service. 'ow can the Freeswords 'elp ya today?"
Trailing just behind Natska, Cassidy slinks onto the scene in her apparel. A red tailcoat worn above a short black skirt, with her hat and mask in attendance as usualy. "Not quite a relaxing day, but it should be fun at least, right?"
Towards the campsite of the sparrow beings the figure of a tall, monochrome furred being travels casually, clad in everyday garb with no hint of armor or weaponry to be found visibly on his person, save for the fact that the badger is followed by a fire elemental of roughly the same size and shape as him. As he approaches the sparrows, he gives a quick nod to the pair of sparrows, as well as Dio, Natska and Cassidy, quietly agreeing with their sentiments. "Haven't had a good treasure hunt in a while... not since that farm incident with all the corpses..." Cedric muses, scratching his cheek idly. "Anyhow, we should get down to business, I s'pose..."
The jumpier of the two sparrows cries out and whirls on Thelergramor. "Lost scouts!" he cries when he sees the wolf's masked visage, firing off a shot from his small pistol!
"David!" the other sparrow shouts, grabbing his brother's arm, 'What are you doing!?" Marcus looks around at the coming Freeswords. "I am so sorry!" he says, "Is he alright? David is a terrible shot!"
Thelergramor blinks as one of the sparrows pulls a gun and fires at him. The shot hits his left upper arm, tearing a bit of his chainmail and leaving a nice, bleeding gash. A few inches to the left, might have hit bone. As it is now, just a flesh wound. "...Are you fucking KIDDING ME!" Thel drops his hands to his swords, glaring at the bird. Able to contain himself out of some divine miracle, he doesn't attack the bird. "...I'm fine." Thel takes his scarf, ties it around the wound. "Be glad I'm in a good mood. Yesterday, you would have been dead already." The wolf crosses his arms, leans back. "Alright, what are we doing?"
Natska tenses at the gunshot, ready to leap... but not to Thel's defense, and she relaxes, and then gives Cass a nod. "Yea, but it sounded too interesting." She moves closer, and calls out. "Please do not shoot Private Meat. He is good enough at hurting himself, thank you."
Dio quickly draws a hand towards his spear and prepares to defend himself after hearing such a sudden gunshot, but soon lets out a sigh after observing the truth. "Indeed, let's not get too jump 'ere. Ya could've killed a person with that itch trigger finger ya got there. Now then..." Reaching back, the lion unstraps his tower shield and brings it to his front before placing it upon the ground and leaning upon it in a relaxed posture. "Tell us a bit more 'bout this job ya want us goin' on."
Cassidy leans back, a little surprised at the gunshots already! Well, it wasn't aimed at her or Natska, at least, and there was no threat. A lift of her shoulders in a shrug and she nods. "You've got a point, Natska. I don't mind -one- more little thing before our nap!" She snickers softly and nods at Dio. "Yes! Please, fill us in!"
Cedric is a bit shocked for a moment at the gunshots, but things appear to have calmed down considerably, and the badger just taps his foot impatiently, a bit bored as he waits for an explanation of what they'll be doing.
"Heh!" Marcus coughs nervously, "Sorry about that. But you shouldn't have snuck up on us like that! There are all kinds of things that lurk around in the dark down here!" The sparrow adjusts the fine cravat he is wearing and motions to a narrow walkway that disappears across the nearby subterranean lake. "This is what we are here for," he says, giving his brother a punch on the arm. "The path is usually underwater," he explains, "But for a few days each month, it is exposed. The lost usually stay away from it, so we are relatively safe setting up a camp here."
David, the other sparrow stows his pistol and points out over the narrow passage. "According to our sources," he says, "There is some kind of ruin down here even older than the arrival!"
His brother nods and continues. "We don't know what is out there for sure," he says, "But if you do the leg work and find out, you get an even cut of whatever is there. If there is nothing," he shrugs, "I guess we can pay you for your time and part ways."
Both avians look at the group expectantly. The underground lake and its exposed path glitter at the edge of the firelight's glow.
Thelergramor glares at, well, everyone. "Your concern is touching. It's not like I was shot or anything." Spiteful tone, sarcasm. Not one of his 'friends' asked if he was ok. Shaking his head, the wolf draws his swords, begins walking toward where they indicated the group should go. No questions for the jumpy birds.
Natska sighs heavily, bringing one of her mailed palms to rub along her muzzle. "Theler..." she starts, then tilts her head to the side. "Waaait. You said pre-arrival?" she asks David. She takes a moment to look between the birds, then nods. "Want to get the light, Cass?"
Dio listens intently at the job's explanation and picks up his tower shield once more. "Treasure! I'm pretty excited, but that are sure is dangerous an' a half. But I suppose that's what we're 'ere fer, eh?" He says with a heavy laugh. "Don't think I've seen too many pre-arrival artifacts in my lifetime, so this should turn out pretty interestin'. Let's get goin' 'fore it gets too dark an' all," he claims, bolstering his tower shield.
Cassidy glances around for a moment. No Fenris! And no Selena! She -could- get the light this time! "Why, yes! I will indeed get the light! Thanks for the suggestion, Natska." She brings up her left hand and snaps her fingers to conjure a little ball of flame. "Thel, we know you're fine. You get yourself injured all the time."
Cedric pays no attention to the wolf's pointless grousing as he quietly listens to the details provided by the pair of avian beings, nodding his head in response to the lion."Sounds good to me. The sooner we get this done with the better..." he says, glancing up towards the sky to gauge how much daylight is left, approximately. He looks towards Cassidy as she conjures up a flame, raising an eyebrow curiously as he looks between her, and his conjured fire elemental.
