The Time A Mission For The Church Turned Into A Horror Tale - RPLOG
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Date
17/6/481
Log
It's early in the afternoon. A necessity, almost, given the remoteness of this place, and the amount of hiking it takes to get here, at a little over a day worth of hiking at the fastest rate. The Church, together with the Freeswords, have set up a basecamp at the foot of the mountains, along with a few stops along the way for resupply and recuperation.
Finally, there's the camp right next to the entrance to the once-buried ruins, small but practical, with several priests already carefully categorizing the things found on first few levels of the undoubtedly large ruins. This is where any explorations start, with a briefing by the church.
How long has it been? The wasp had disappeared for a while, more than once, separating himself from the others while he went about to simply learn more about himself, more about the world, and anything he could manage. Still, he never intended to leave forever, so when he hears about the request of the from the church? Sounds like an opportunity to make his way back into the Freeswords. Last night, he had flown in under the cover of dakness, taking his time to become himself again before entering the camp.
He strides in, definitely not worse for wear, also definitely not a Griffon at the moment, as he glances about. Still quiet, still curious and always aiming to take in what he can, learn what he can as quickly as possible. Never hurts to know what you might be getting into. Or at least you who might be getting into things with. If it's the church and the Freeswords, then things could either be simple, or very interesting.
Fenris lounges near where the priests are working, occasionally piping up with an unasked-for and unwelcome opinion. "I'm willing to bet that that is for toasting bread and not a communications device, Brother Gilbert," he offers. The tiger has already been here for most of the setup, and even though he is not officially a priest of Sweetwater, and even though he can be irritatingly interested in everything about Creator ruins, he is just too useful to send away.
Fenris is wearing his unusual, Creator-style jumpsuit today in preparation for going into the ruins. Any edge is helpful, after all.
Unlike his companions, Lidara can neither fly nor is he really a friend of the church! So... he only recently ended up making the hike here with the rest of the Freeswords that were brought in, really. In any case, the feline himself had likely only recently actually woken up, and so he strides out of... whichever one of the tents might be serving as a mess hall of sorts, freshly fed and freshly finished with his morning grooming. The cat is dressed up in his armored robes and clearly has daggers at his sides, seemingly ready for the upcoming expedition as he wanders his way over to the camp closest to the ruin's entrance. Both to await orders and to try to sneak a peek at some of the relics.
"Are you the archivist, or am I? Besides, this is just a preliminary sorting, before we start moving everything back to the Church. There's about fifty different kind of creator machines with very similar appearances so far, and another good bit that look wildly different. Some of them are bound to wind up in the wrong shipment, that's what the priests at the church are going to take care of... And don't you have somewhere better to be?" the short-statured, short-tempered, and likely somewhat overworked bear-being snaps at Fenris, before getting back to his work.
Ultimately, neither Falx nor Lidara attracts all too much attention from the beings milling about, but all three of them should be able to find their way towards the briefing-tent, where a priestly hawk is already awaiting their arrival, gesturing for any able-bodied freeswords to join him and an elderly pangolin for their briefing.
As Falx carefully strides through the camp, he does notice a particular tiger. Fenris... that's someone he met a long time ago, but hasn't seen. He didn't know much about the tiger, but also didn't question him being present. At least it's a face he does recognize. He does also take note of a cat in the camp as well, one who doesn't seem to fit in with the other beings. Probably another of the Freeswords, though who they are eludes the wasp. Still, Falx makes his way to that briefing tent, the hawk, and the pangolin for the briefing. Hopefully this won't be too dangerous.
Fenris laughs warmly. "Alas!" he says theatrically, "It is true. It is with heavy heart that I year myself from your side, Brother Gilbert."
The tiger laughs again and waves his farewells and saunters over for the briefing.
Lidara is a pretty able-bodies Freesword, so he quickly makes his way on over to that tent once he spots it, and... on his way there, the cat finally gets to see who he's presumably working with! He only recognizes one of the two other Freeswords -- that one being Fenris, of course -- but the feline nonetheless offers them both a perky smile and wave once they're all gathered up in the tent. That, however, is followed by him checking his equipment one last time while they're waiting on the briefing. The feline has ditched his backpack -- after all, it'd be far too cumbersome to take it into ruins -- so, he simply has his daggers, a belt with various different pouches on it and a bow and quiver on his back. This would all... hopefully be all that he actually needs.
As soon as the four beings - Falx, Fenris, Lidara, and the hawk - are inside the tent, together with the pangolin, the cloth is closed behind them, and the pangolin offers a simple, almost encouraging smile to the trio of freeswords, and the priest. "I assume you three are either part of a team, or otherwise available on your own?" comes a simple question, before a gesture is made to a series of hastily-drawn maps on a similarly hastily-constructed table.
"Lets begin, shall we? Our main concern right now is to categorize everything inside the ruins and retrieve what we can. As such, we're sending in groups of four. Three freeswords, one priest. So far, we've explored most of the first two levels, and a good bit of the third, but without a doubt, the most valuable pieces of creator-built machines will be found at the bottom of the ruins."
The wasp just looks at the other two before his gaze returns to the hawk. "I am available alone," Falx states somewhat flatly, slowly making his way to the maps and rather hastily constructed table. He takes a quick glance at each of the maps, long enough to get a very good picture of them, before his gaze returns to the hawk, listening intently, antennae slightly bobbing as he nods. He is already thinking they'll delve as deeply into the ruins, retrieving as much as they can, before returning. "Any indication on number of levels in the ruins?"
"Why do you think that?" Fenris asks, "I mean, experience has shown that there are more valuable things hidden further from the entrance to these places, but why do you think that is?"
The tiger's question is obviously just idle banter, and he does not seem to expect an answer. He blinks a little when he realizes he spoke out loud. "Sorry," he says, "Please continue."
