A far too long dungeon run - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
3/9/477
Log
The Lost Ones fighting the group are pushed back slightly, Rainer's charge causing only a slight tumble from the Lost One before Thel's Axe smacks down on his helmet, causing a dent and making the Lost One stumble down to his feet as the Wolves make their escape. Lucasiel and the others managing their way back and away from the charging group, though the choice to stay out in the open proves hazardous as she notes five archers hopping from their tunnel, and begining to dash closer so they can have the group in range for their makeshift weapons! The other ten lost ones coming in hot on the groups trail, and it's clear the sooner that door is closed, the better.
Rainer isn't exactly strong, but he books it best he can under the weight of the older wolf. The lingering pain in his feet from those infernal hole-riddled floors hasn't gone away, either, and each footfall brings a wince to his face. He only gets a few paces into the adjoining hall before his feet slip out from under him as before when he tried to charge the Lost Ones, and he tumbles down face first, likely sending Theler for a bit of a roll as well.
Lucasiel snorts. It seems like the others would be making their way in short order, so Lucasiel promptly dismounts her spectral steed and steps through the doorway and hunkers down with her shield, ready to help block the door as soon as the wolves made it in. She didn't want to risk any of the Lost ones getting in before the door shut.
Thelergramor is only slightly disappointed that his axe didn't cleave the head in twain. Still, denting creator steel is kind of an accomplishment. As Rainer picks him up and runs him to the other room; the bleeding wolfs vision blurs. And probably bleeds on Rainer. When the younger wolf drops, Thel slams to the ground, rolls once and looks to the door. Is a bit dizzy, from both alcohol and blood loss.
Skade stands near the door, trying to keep out of line of sight of the archers. Ever so slowly, her lumbering crusher makes it's way towards the door as it closes. The fire wisp atleast, was expendable but the honey bee had spent quite some time putting her bit of animated creator technology together. It almost looks as if it wouldn't make it but finally, it charges through, hitting it's head with a loud CLANG on the closing door.
With a loud slam, and the hiss of the machinery, the door locks shut behind the group just before the Lost Ones could get to them. The hallways dark as the lights from behind were cut off, before an emergency bulb flickers on to light the area for them. The path ahead is straight forward it seems, ending in another door with 'ME---AL B-Y" written upon it, and a simple turning door knob to open it.
"Ugh, what happened?" Fenris groans, sitting up from the floor, "And why do I feel like Brutus blackback has been dancing on my skull?"
Rainer lays there with his eyes closed for the span of a dozen or so breaths, the fur of his shoulder and upper back matted and bloody, but at last he pushes to his hands and knees, crawling to close the short distance between himself and THelergramor. There, he shifts to a kneel and begins unwrapping the bandages around his forearms, setting straight to reapplying them around the gash on the other canid's torso. And if Theler is lucid enough to fight him over it, he'll find the pup rather forceful in his insistance.
Lucasiel glances over towards the 'medical bay' and lofts a brow under her helmet before leaning against the hallway wall with a sigh. "That was... More intense than I'd have liked. I enjoy a scrap as next as the much cat, but let's try to not pick any fights that we could avoid, alright? Now then... Is everyone alright? Any outstanding injuries that need immediate attention?" She asks as she starts moving towards the door.
Thelergramor coughs a couple times, looks at his wounds. "...Dammit." Somewhere in his booze addled mind, it clicks that he should be more careful and/or control his temper, among other things. He lets Rainer take care of the wound on his torso, while taking his scarf and tieing that around his thigh. Thel chuckles softly. "Thanks, Rainer." Then glances over to the other door. Can't make out the words. As lucasiel speaks, Thel laughs, gestures to the two remaining unattended wounds on his body. "Yeah, I'm still bleeding. Not needing immediate attention, though."
Skade makes a slight tsk-tsk sound as she reaches for some medical supplies. Kneeling down next to the tiny liger, the honey bee begins assessing the damage. "I'm not exactly medically trained but one of the hermits in the zzwamp swore by these herbzz.." she says as her slender fingers begin unwrapping a bandage that seems to be covered in moss. "Perhapzz there are better supplies in the medical bay but I'll wager good coin that it's already been looted."
Fenris waves Skade away. "I'm fine," he says, carefully standing and looking back at the sealed door, "Can't believe I was downed by one of the Lost, though." The liger shakes his head and starts carefully down the hall. "And I lost Quicksilver too!" he says sadly, walking toward the new door.
"Shut up." There's a certain quiver in Rainer's voice as he snaps at Thelergramor, hissing through his teeth, as if he'd been trying to whisper. Even using all the wrapping both arms have to offer, it's barely enough to get around a torso more than a few times, likely to be bled clear through in only minutes. "Just... -shut up-." One last tug, to ensure they're as tight as he can hope to get them, and then he's pulling Theler's arm over his shoulders so he can help him down the hall. No need to worry about the pup trying to pull him along too fast, at least, Rainer's got a bit of a limp, himself.
After casting a glance over her shoulder, Lucasiel turns the handle on the medical bay door and ease it open. Slowly, at first, while she tries to peek around inside before stepping in fully, keeping her axe and shield at the ready. She had no clue what else would be awaiting them.
Thelergramor chuckles again, though he says nothing. Just lets Rainer pull him along. Thel keeps his axe in hand; doesn't have anything to say; was told to shutup. So, he does. He looks around the room, doesn't see much to be done for the moment.
Skade nods to Fenris as she stands up. Shame to let the bandage go to waste and so, she wraps it around her own arm, seeing as she managed to get a scratch in the scrap. "Very well. Let's get moving then. This place hazz obviously had visitors before. I do not think we will be able to find anything of value left." the honey bee says as she moves towards the medical bay, her boulbous rear swaying behind her as she moves. Her crusher obediently follows behind.
As Lucasiel opens the door, she's greeted to a darkened room, that has multiple torches lining the walls, showering light for them to be able to see. The usual creator steel of the walls, has been covered with what looks like leather, and fur, insinuating the Lost Ones had centered about the room givin it's well, significance. Most curious though, is that it doesn't look horribly looted. Granted, the highly valuable creator artifacts were removed, but it's well stocked into bandages make from cloth and leather, and even tools made from bone! Needles, scalples, even a few more pieces that to any with experience in the field are used for pregnancies to help remove a child! Without a doubt, the group had sealed the Lost One's from their main route to this room, and given it's importance, they'd be working to get around it though it'd take some time, and with their own wounded...
Fenris ducks into the room and looks around. "Uh oh," he says, "We had better get moving." The tiny liger hops down into the room and hurries along, looking for a new door out. "Worst treasure hunt ever," he mutters.
Rainer shambles into the medical bay, brows knitting as he examines the decor. Lost Ones Central, it looks like... not that he'd know what Lost Ones Central would look like, considering he only saw these things for the first time a couple minutes prior, but if he had to guess... this would be it. "Hang on. Theler's gonna bleed out before we ever find our way outta here, at this rate." he calls to Fenris. "...and... much as it pains me to admit, I need something for my feet. I don't think I'd make it if we had to run again."
Lucasiel props the axe up on her shoulder as she steps into her room, humming. "Well. If we need more medical supplies... There are some in here. So if you're injured... I'm no medic, though, so that'll have to fall to someone else to use."
Thelergramor just keeps leaning on Rainer. "I'll be fine. Just a bit of blood. It's not like my leg's off." He snickers, continues: "You should wear shoes, Rainer." Thel glances around the room; surgical tools. "Hmm... Does look like they might have stuff here."
Skade briefly eyes the various instruments in the room. Not much is of use to her however, so the honey bee decides to help Lucasiel look for a way out. Perhaps the doorway is covered up by the furs..
They manage to find the 'doorway' rather easily, as it seems the orginal had been pulled from it's hinges, and only a fur covering concealed it! Beyond it, they're greeted to an... Interesting sight, of a store room filled with pieces of Creator Steel scrap metal, and another door like the one they shut on the Lost Ones just beyond that! The right side of the hall's wall however, seems a bit... Damaged? It's tilting in, and through one of the cracks at the top, a small beam of sunlight can be seen shining in along the roof!
Fenris is drawn up short by Rainer's words. "I am sorry," he says, shaking his head, "My mind was racing ahead." The little liger comes back and starts to scrounge for medical supplies to tend to Thelergramor. "I am a little rattled," he confesses, "I'm afraid that it sends me into escape mode." He passes a roll of bandages to Rainer. "Try wrapping your feet with that," he offers, "And I will see what I can do for Thel." He sets his attention on the wounded wolf.
Rainer fires off a glare at Theler, and without a word shrugs the other wolf off, leaving him to whatever fate his ability to balance himself has in store. "...It's alright." His voice is much gentler in addressing the liger, closer to his cheerful norm, though steeped in fatigue. "Sorry we couldn't get your golem out." Taking the bandages passed off to him, he sits on the floor and pulls up his feet, one at a time, wincing on inspection of them; his pawpads covered in grids of circular welts, some of which have formed into blisters, all of which have popped, likely during their escape. As he sets to bandaging his poor paws, he looks to Lucasiel and Skade, checking their progress.
Lucasiel glances over at Fenris for a moment and offers a little nod. "How're you doing there, anyway?" She asks now that she has the chance. "I was a little worried for you, for a moment! Glad to see you up and about already, though." That said, she sets about to look for her own way out, humming. "If nothing else... Maybe we can try the way we came?"
Thelergramor shrugs, then drops a bit to give Fenris a way to reach his wounds. Lets Fenris do whatever he's going to do as he's sure it will help. Though, in his drunken confusion, he points out to Fenris: "Heh. You're small." He laughs, harder than he should at that comment. Ends up laying down on his back. "...Ow." Pain.
Skade eyes the damaged wall with some curiocity. "I think we might be able to break through here, if we wanted to. What do you think? A good bash and it'd come crumbling down." the bee says as she puts her face closer to peer out of one of the cracks. Taking a step back, she motions her crusher forwards. One slam from the metal construction and it might be enough..
Skade couldn't be any more lucky, or perhaps right. Her crusher's attempt to slam into the wall yielding a nice lovely gap at the top now, as it seems the metal ways already weak! Her peek outside, affronts her with a sight of one of the smaller side trails of the mountain, roughly a mile or so down from where they had met their employers!
"I will be fine, Lucasiel," Fenris assures the warrior, "Just a lucky hit." The tiny liger pulls taut one last bandage on Thelergramor. "Very observant, Thel," he says, brushing aside the comment, "That ought to keep you together until we can get out of here." The tiny feline leaves the wolf to get back to his feet and grins at Skade's success as he walks over to look at the small horde of Creator scrap. "Lets see if I can't scavenge something here," he says, taking a moment to root around.
Rainer casts aside the remainder of the bandage roll once he's bound his feet to his satisfaction, getting up and testing his handiwork by shifting his weight side to side and taking a few uncertain steps. The nod he gives himself, on conclusion of all this, suggests the padding goes a long way to alleviating his discomfort, and the wolf proceeds to wander over to one of the walls, tugging experimentally on the leather hangings. "If no one minds, I'm gonna snag a few of these. Know someone that ought to be able to put 'em to good use. ...They're not made from people, you don't think? ...Nah, couldn't be."
Lucasiel looks over towards Rainer and frowns a little as she approaches the newly made opening, thankful for the fresh air. "Good to hear, mister Fenris. And they very well might be. I mean, I may be wrong... But I'm pretty sure there aren't many wild animals that happen to live around in the ruins that the Lost could skin for such... Aside from other beings, hmm? Unless they go out hunting pretty far."
