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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is a warm and overcast day topside, but in the depths of the undertunnels it is a peculiar mix of cool and humid, due to the surrounding earth and the effect of the steam vents further in. Here at the tunnels entrance, one of the Royal Rangers is pacing, nervously waiting for the Freeswords and eyeing a cloaked, armored figure resting in a dark corner. The ranger outpost, just to the north, is well lit by glow crystals but the tunnels are only revealed by intermittent glow panels, most flickering or not even on.<br> <br>Fenris saunters easily along the dark tunnels, a little, glittering figure splashing along at his feet. "Hello!" he calls amiably, "I'm here to help Heather out in the Undertunnels, if she will have me along." The big tiger wears little in the way of armor, aside from a thick, sturdy wrap around his waist that protects his vital bits and a set of interesting silvery bands on his wrists and biceps. He seems to have similar bands around his ankles. Curious. As are a few of his other strange accessories, but his smile is certainly genuine.<br> <br>Iorek follows along behind Fenris, trying to catch up with his friend. He stops just short of him "Hey Fenris, I came to help too!" The canine is wearing a chain shirt with bracers on his wrists, well worn with his defensive blade fighting stance on his left arm. Looking out in front of Fenris for the contact, he waves, his tail wagging with anticipation.<br> <br>Zuri moves up after Iorek, patting down his equipment as he walks along towards the entrance to the tunnels. He pauses a moment to tug his padded jacket into place, the new garment still not quite fitting the Salamander well enough. He spots the ranger and sprints the last bit of distance, hopping excitedly from foot to foot.<br> <br>Kazel slowly enters the area, casting a keen eye over her surroundings, each of her hands resting on the hilt of one of her two swords. The graceful bat is wearing a black dyed leather armor that looks rather heavy for the material and equally black leather boots. She nods in the direction of the others before saying, "Kazel. I heard assistance is required?"<br> <br>Bao lacks his usual swagger underground. The big sea lion wears a peculiar coat of rings studded with fishhooks on the extremities. He's got an unstrung shortbow slung over his back, along with and an array of short and long blades. At the sight of the gathering freeswords, he flexes his outsize hands and nods amiably. "Allo. I heard we got somethin' of an expedition in the works?" <br> <br>The ranger on guard huffs with obvious relief as the Freeswords arrive, then gestures at the cloaked person hunched over examining the wall. "Look... just... keep her safe." His tone drops low. "And if something happens, -I saw nothing-," he adds, then scurries for the outpost. "I heard my name spoken?" Heather calls, rising up to her feet and approaching the party. Creator Heather, which explains the guard's nervousness! The tall, muscular woman extends a gauntleted hand towards Fenris, murmurs something quietly, then speaks louder in an oddly accented voice. "You are here for the party?"<br> <br>Fenris takes Heather's offered hand in his own and says something to the Creator, though it probably sounds like silliness to the others listening. "And yes," he says, "We are most definitely here for the party. How can we be of assistance, Heather? The undertunnels can be dangerous without a specific goal in mind, but I am sure that we can get you where you want to be."<br> <br>Iorek looks between Fenris, Zuri and Kazel excitedly, not knowing where to start talking to his friends. However, he turns around towards Heather and looks stunned as he has never been this close to a Creator, his jaw hanging open as he just stares.<br> <br>Zuri gawps at the Creator, much like the labrador being next to him. The small salamander has met a few up close, but each time he meets a new one the fascination is obvious. He leans onto Iorek and whispers. "The two of them seem to be good friends...", referring to Fenris and the Creator.<br> <br>Kazel blinks and smirks lightly, this just got interesting. The bat had never met a Creator before as well, but has read enough to not be caught as off guard as Iorek. She does not say anything for now and just crosses her arms before her chest and waits to see how this develops.<br> <br>Bao can't help putting a hand on the hilt of the dirk at his side--not out of threat, but for reassurance. A Creator! That is an odd thing to find indeed, and Bao cannot help comparing this 'Heather' to the illustrations he has seen around Promise. Confident in his blades--if little else at the moment--Bao defers to the tiger. Somebody else is captaining this ship, and there's nothing the sea lion can add to small talk with a Creator.<br> <br>Heather's smile widens as Fenris greets her, replying in kind - the only recognizable word being Fenris' name. Then she says something else, seems to listen for a moment, then makes a face. The expression is quickly replaced with another smile though, and she turns to the others and gestures down the tunnel. "Warden Parson is only giving me short time, but I am wanting adventure with Promise Beings. We will walk a patrol and look at a few rooms. This ruin is fascinating." Heather kneels them, collecting a steel shield and her spear, then gestures down the hallway.<br> <br>Fenris seems a little taken aback by what the Creator has to say, but recovers himself quickly and babbles something back to the woman. "We are happy to accompany you, Heather," he says, then turns his smile on the rest of the group. "You heard the lady," he says, "Let's get moving!" He gently reaches over and closes Iorek's mouth with a finger. "Manners, Iorek, Manners," he chuckles, then leads the way into the dark, waving a hand at his little golem that frolics at his feet, causing it to glow with a gentle, white light.<br> <br>Iorek breaks out of his stun as Fenris touched his chin with an akward chuckle "Oh...uh, right, I'm right behind you buddy... though I'm starting to really doubt this 'I'm just a musician' thing.... We're going to need to have a chat." he smirks at the cat and slaps Zuri on the shoulder "Let's go little buddy." he grins to Kazel and follows along<br> <br>Zuri giggles at Iorek's words. "No such thing as 'only a musician', indeed. Told you Mister Fenris has been everywhere and seen everyone and done everything.." He keeps pace with the labrador being, his eyes still on Heather to observe her cautiously. "Not sure what to expect from these tunnels..."<br> <br>Kazel silently follows behind the others, her hands once more on the hilts of her blades. She keeps scanning the tunnels thoroughly as she walks, on the lookout for danger to the group and the Creator.<br> <br>In the interest of preparedness, Bao draws the dirk on which his hand had rested, though he keeps it low and to the side. "Adventure," he mutters with a forced grin, "with a sodding Creator." He smoothes his whiskers with his free hand before moving quickly to take up a position on the group's left flank, ready to get stuck in as soon as a problem presents itself. |
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Log
It is a warm and overcast day topside, but in the depths of the undertunnels it is a peculiar mix of cool and humid, due to the surrounding earth and the effect of the steam vents further in. Here at the tunnels entrance, one of the Royal Rangers is pacing, nervously waiting for the Freeswords and eyeing a cloaked, armored figure resting in a dark corner. The ranger outpost, just to the north, is well lit by glow crystals but the tunnels are only revealed by intermittent glow panels, most flickering or not even on.
Fenris saunters easily along the dark tunnels, a little, glittering figure splashing along at his feet. "Hello!" he calls amiably, "I'm here to help Heather out in the Undertunnels, if she will have me along." The big tiger wears little in the way of armor, aside from a thick, sturdy wrap around his waist that protects his vital bits and a set of interesting silvery bands on his wrists and biceps. He seems to have similar bands around his ankles. Curious. As are a few of his other strange accessories, but his smile is certainly genuine.
Iorek follows along behind Fenris, trying to catch up with his friend. He stops just short of him "Hey Fenris, I came to help too!" The canine is wearing a chain shirt with bracers on his wrists, well worn with his defensive blade fighting stance on his left arm. Looking out in front of Fenris for the contact, he waves, his tail wagging with anticipation.
Zuri moves up after Iorek, patting down his equipment as he walks along towards the entrance to the tunnels. He pauses a moment to tug his padded jacket into place, the new garment still not quite fitting the Salamander well enough. He spots the ranger and sprints the last bit of distance, hopping excitedly from foot to foot.
Kazel slowly enters the area, casting a keen eye over her surroundings, each of her hands resting on the hilt of one of her two swords. The graceful bat is wearing a black dyed leather armor that looks rather heavy for the material and equally black leather boots. She nods in the direction of the others before saying, "Kazel. I heard assistance is required?"
Bao lacks his usual swagger underground. The big sea lion wears a peculiar coat of rings studded with fishhooks on the extremities. He's got an unstrung shortbow slung over his back, along with and an array of short and long blades. At the sight of the gathering freeswords, he flexes his outsize hands and nods amiably. "Allo. I heard we got somethin' of an expedition in the works?"
The ranger on guard huffs with obvious relief as the Freeswords arrive, then gestures at the cloaked person hunched over examining the wall. "Look... just... keep her safe." His tone drops low. "And if something happens, -I saw nothing-," he adds, then scurries for the outpost. "I heard my name spoken?" Heather calls, rising up to her feet and approaching the party. Creator Heather, which explains the guard's nervousness! The tall, muscular woman extends a gauntleted hand towards Fenris, murmurs something quietly, then speaks louder in an oddly accented voice. "You are here for the party?"
Fenris takes Heather's offered hand in his own and says something to the Creator, though it probably sounds like silliness to the others listening. "And yes," he says, "We are most definitely here for the party. How can we be of assistance, Heather? The undertunnels can be dangerous without a specific goal in mind, but I am sure that we can get you where you want to be."
Iorek looks between Fenris, Zuri and Kazel excitedly, not knowing where to start talking to his friends. However, he turns around towards Heather and looks stunned as he has never been this close to a Creator, his jaw hanging open as he just stares.
Zuri gawps at the Creator, much like the labrador being next to him. The small salamander has met a few up close, but each time he meets a new one the fascination is obvious. He leans onto Iorek and whispers. "The two of them seem to be good friends...", referring to Fenris and the Creator.
Kazel blinks and smirks lightly, this just got interesting. The bat had never met a Creator before as well, but has read enough to not be caught as off guard as Iorek. She does not say anything for now and just crosses her arms before her chest and waits to see how this develops.
Bao can't help putting a hand on the hilt of the dirk at his side--not out of threat, but for reassurance. A Creator! That is an odd thing to find indeed, and Bao cannot help comparing this 'Heather' to the illustrations he has seen around Promise. Confident in his blades--if little else at the moment--Bao defers to the tiger. Somebody else is captaining this ship, and there's nothing the sea lion can add to small talk with a Creator.
Heather's smile widens as Fenris greets her, replying in kind - the only recognizable word being Fenris' name. Then she says something else, seems to listen for a moment, then makes a face. The expression is quickly replaced with another smile though, and she turns to the others and gestures down the tunnel. "Warden Parson is only giving me short time, but I am wanting adventure with Promise Beings. We will walk a patrol and look at a few rooms. This ruin is fascinating." Heather kneels them, collecting a steel shield and her spear, then gestures down the hallway.
Fenris seems a little taken aback by what the Creator has to say, but recovers himself quickly and babbles something back to the woman. "We are happy to accompany you, Heather," he says, then turns his smile on the rest of the group. "You heard the lady," he says, "Let's get moving!" He gently reaches over and closes Iorek's mouth with a finger. "Manners, Iorek, Manners," he chuckles, then leads the way into the dark, waving a hand at his little golem that frolics at his feet, causing it to glow with a gentle, white light.
Iorek breaks out of his stun as Fenris touched his chin with an akward chuckle "Oh...uh, right, I'm right behind you buddy... though I'm starting to really doubt this 'I'm just a musician' thing.... We're going to need to have a chat." he smirks at the cat and slaps Zuri on the shoulder "Let's go little buddy." he grins to Kazel and follows along
Zuri giggles at Iorek's words. "No such thing as 'only a musician', indeed. Told you Mister Fenris has been everywhere and seen everyone and done everything.." He keeps pace with the labrador being, his eyes still on Heather to observe her cautiously. "Not sure what to expect from these tunnels..."
Kazel silently follows behind the others, her hands once more on the hilts of her blades. She keeps scanning the tunnels thoroughly as she walks, on the lookout for danger to the group and the Creator.
In the interest of preparedness, Bao draws the dirk on which his hand had rested, though he keeps it low and to the side. "Adventure," he mutters with a forced grin, "with a sodding Creator." He smoothes his whiskers with his free hand before moving quickly to take up a position on the group's left flank, ready to get stuck in as soon as a problem presents itself.
