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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It's early in the morning, and the sun is rising over Ironstead. It seems that Mal, Iorek, and the hawk-guard who drove the cart seem to have gone, well... Missing. |
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| + | Furthermore, the town is a little more quiet than would be reasonable, with far fewer beings around than would be reasonable to expect, even this early in the morning...<br> <br>Fenris makes his way out of the inn, rather surprised to find things so quiet, especially after the revels of yesterday. There should at least be people headed to market, or maybe to the mines. The sun is hardly over the horizon! | ||
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| + | Figuring the mines to be his best bet at finding people, since it IS a mining town, after all, the tiger adjusts his coat and the thick, metal bands on his arms, and sets off. His slivery little otter scampers along at his feet. Maybe the others are already out and about?<br> <br>Sleep had eluded Krove, last night. Haunted more than a little by what Miss Snowfeather had said, the doctor had large bags under his eyes, come morning. Perhaps that was why he was less concerned about the lack of people--and almost hopeful about it. If they were suffering pains of soul, they could be redeemed, couldn't they? Still--it wouldn't hurt to keep together, and as he sniffs a bit at his smelling salts, trying to rouse himself, the water deer seeks out Fenris. The tiger knew what would best be done--even if it meant going to smash the tube in the church. It could be corrupted by these spirits, after all.<br> <br>True to what Cirrus had promised to the missing coyote, the snow leopard brought out her armor from the cart when she had slept in the caravan. She wasn't going around that damned owl without something heavy, nope. She trudged out of the caravan, startled first by the lack of the hawk guard and Mal, heading into the village to note that, hey, people were missing. That's not good, to put it mildly. She glanced aboutran spying the tiger walking through the village, quickly jogging to catch up to the orange feline. "So... did I... miss something?"<br> <br>It does appear the priestess isn't anywhere to be found. Nor are the other companions of the group. | ||
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| + | As for the mine, the upper levels seem decently lit, even if there don't seem to be a whole lot of beings inside. | ||
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| + | At the same time, there is a certain strange, omnious hum coming from deep, deep in the mine...<br> <br>"Perhaps," Fenris says in answer to Cirrus, "As did I, I think." The big tiger leads the way into the upper level of the mine and looks around. "There really ought to be someone here. . ." he says, looking around the oddly vacant facility, "Just a second." He stops and produces a few things from within his coat and starts to work, applying some kind of powder to his fur and fiddling about with someting in his mouth. Soon, instead of the very recognizeable tiger, there seems to be a completely different being there! Feline, yes, but a dark furred panther, a little rough around the edges and with an impressive pair of tusks in his jutting lower jaw. | ||
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| + | "What do you think?" he asks.<br> <br>Krove shudders with the new appearance of tusks and the quick-change exhibited by Fenris. It was impressive, to say the least, but still... "At least we can pull those out without anyone yelping about it later." He shakes again, and goes to get himself more properly prepared. How to deal with this, he didn't know, but he probably wouldn't be getting a visit from Miss Snowfeather's companions while he had some of his own. "I'm worried about them both. Mal's encountered oll--other spirits before. Damn coyote and his bottle might have gone native on us."<br> <br>The other fellow, though--he was good, and kind. Concerned for the poor. What could possibly seduce him from a spirit? Perhaps the same thing which had been tempting Krove. "I don't know anything about the driver, I hate to say, but I think splitting up would be the worst thing we could do."<br> <br>"Nice disguise." Cirrus replies, watching Fenris change out of the side of her helm. She fiddles with the straps on her claymore, taking a few experimental tugs at the longsword, then leaving it be as they enter the mine, glancing about the area with a somewhat wary eye. "It'd probably be a good idea to find a source of illumination. I can hold a torch, but if either of you are versed in fire magic, a wisp would probably be helpful." exclusively <br> <br>The deeper the party goes, the louder that omnious hum becomes, soon giving way for unintelligible, low chanting. And after a little more walking, a lit hallway comes into view, with the shadows of some beings looming, shifting... A patrol of sorts, perhaps?<br> <br>Fenris winks at Cirrus and gives a tusked grin to Krove. "I'm no slouch with a bit of makeup," he says, "It should hold up under the torchlight, assuming no one looks too close." He raises the hood of his coat and makes a few adjustments, then leads the way. Noting the looming shadows, the disguised tiger does not slow, but moves ahead confidently. His little golem stays nearby, but behind the trio a short distance.<br> <br>Krove is just trying to keep up. The scent of adventure is soon more overpowering than the ammonia from his salts, as well as the sleep in his eyes. But he's no fighter, not really. "I can do a touch of fire magic, but I always focused on cauterizing wounds, more than providing light." He certainly didn't have any summons, to say the least.<br> <br>"Alright. Krove, would you mind holding the torch, actually? My claymore takes two hands to swing, and I'm hoping you can ignite one of the ones already here." Cirrus grabs one of the disused torches off of the walls of the mineshaft, passing it to the small deer with a quick swing of the arm. May as well vanguard. The snow leopard keeps pace with Fenris, versed in quick movement in heavy armor, though she can't exactly... be... quiet. It's heavy, y'know.<br> <br>"They're here!" comes a call from down the hall, as the shadows shift and change. And then, right after the torch is lit, and firmly in Krove's hand, -they- appear... Two beings, or rather, two being-shaped skeletons, each holding a shield and a bone club in hand. | ||
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| + | And still, that omnious humm continues, from down the hallway, resonating throughout the tunnels...<br> <br>Fenris blinks in the torch light. "Well," he says around his tusks, "It seems like we are expected." This is not the first time he has seen Pyrrha's chosen in their skeletal form, but it is no less jarring for that. "I don't suppose you plan to let us pass in peace?" he asks, raising his hands to show that he is unarmed. His little golem scampers up to sit by his feet and opens its mouth in something like a yawn.<br> <br>It most certainly is the first time Krove has seen them in skeletal form, once he's lit the torch. He jumps in fright, but tries to keep his nerve. Screaming, though tempting, is not helpful, in this case. But it would be much, much more convenient if they decided not to put his outsides on his insides.<br> <br>Cirrus blinks. She places both hands up behind her head, on the hilt of her claymore. "I don't expect so, but. Doesn't hurt to ask, I suppose. Or, it may." She eyes both of the guards down, glancing between Fenris, Krove, and the little golem of Fenris'... what's that bugger doing? | ||
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It's early in the morning, and the sun is rising over Ironstead. It seems that Mal, Iorek, and the hawk-guard who drove the cart seem to have gone, well... Missing.
Furthermore, the town is a little more quiet than would be reasonable, with far fewer beings around than would be reasonable to expect, even this early in the morning...
Fenris makes his way out of the inn, rather surprised to find things so quiet, especially after the revels of yesterday. There should at least be people headed to market, or maybe to the mines. The sun is hardly over the horizon!
Figuring the mines to be his best bet at finding people, since it IS a mining town, after all, the tiger adjusts his coat and the thick, metal bands on his arms, and sets off. His slivery little otter scampers along at his feet. Maybe the others are already out and about?
Sleep had eluded Krove, last night. Haunted more than a little by what Miss Snowfeather had said, the doctor had large bags under his eyes, come morning. Perhaps that was why he was less concerned about the lack of people--and almost hopeful about it. If they were suffering pains of soul, they could be redeemed, couldn't they? Still--it wouldn't hurt to keep together, and as he sniffs a bit at his smelling salts, trying to rouse himself, the water deer seeks out Fenris. The tiger knew what would best be done--even if it meant going to smash the tube in the church. It could be corrupted by these spirits, after all.
True to what Cirrus had promised to the missing coyote, the snow leopard brought out her armor from the cart when she had slept in the caravan. She wasn't going around that damned owl without something heavy, nope. She trudged out of the caravan, startled first by the lack of the hawk guard and Mal, heading into the village to note that, hey, people were missing. That's not good, to put it mildly. She glanced aboutran spying the tiger walking through the village, quickly jogging to catch up to the orange feline. "So... did I... miss something?"
It does appear the priestess isn't anywhere to be found. Nor are the other companions of the group.
As for the mine, the upper levels seem decently lit, even if there don't seem to be a whole lot of beings inside.
At the same time, there is a certain strange, omnious hum coming from deep, deep in the mine...
"Perhaps," Fenris says in answer to Cirrus, "As did I, I think." The big tiger leads the way into the upper level of the mine and looks around. "There really ought to be someone here. . ." he says, looking around the oddly vacant facility, "Just a second." He stops and produces a few things from within his coat and starts to work, applying some kind of powder to his fur and fiddling about with someting in his mouth. Soon, instead of the very recognizeable tiger, there seems to be a completely different being there! Feline, yes, but a dark furred panther, a little rough around the edges and with an impressive pair of tusks in his jutting lower jaw.
"What do you think?" he asks.
Krove shudders with the new appearance of tusks and the quick-change exhibited by Fenris. It was impressive, to say the least, but still... "At least we can pull those out without anyone yelping about it later." He shakes again, and goes to get himself more properly prepared. How to deal with this, he didn't know, but he probably wouldn't be getting a visit from Miss Snowfeather's companions while he had some of his own. "I'm worried about them both. Mal's encountered oll--other spirits before. Damn coyote and his bottle might have gone native on us."
The other fellow, though--he was good, and kind. Concerned for the poor. What could possibly seduce him from a spirit? Perhaps the same thing which had been tempting Krove. "I don't know anything about the driver, I hate to say, but I think splitting up would be the worst thing we could do."
"Nice disguise." Cirrus replies, watching Fenris change out of the side of her helm. She fiddles with the straps on her claymore, taking a few experimental tugs at the longsword, then leaving it be as they enter the mine, glancing about the area with a somewhat wary eye. "It'd probably be a good idea to find a source of illumination. I can hold a torch, but if either of you are versed in fire magic, a wisp would probably be helpful." exclusively
The deeper the party goes, the louder that omnious hum becomes, soon giving way for unintelligible, low chanting. And after a little more walking, a lit hallway comes into view, with the shadows of some beings looming, shifting... A patrol of sorts, perhaps?
Fenris winks at Cirrus and gives a tusked grin to Krove. "I'm no slouch with a bit of makeup," he says, "It should hold up under the torchlight, assuming no one looks too close." He raises the hood of his coat and makes a few adjustments, then leads the way. Noting the looming shadows, the disguised tiger does not slow, but moves ahead confidently. His little golem stays nearby, but behind the trio a short distance.
Krove is just trying to keep up. The scent of adventure is soon more overpowering than the ammonia from his salts, as well as the sleep in his eyes. But he's no fighter, not really. "I can do a touch of fire magic, but I always focused on cauterizing wounds, more than providing light." He certainly didn't have any summons, to say the least.
"Alright. Krove, would you mind holding the torch, actually? My claymore takes two hands to swing, and I'm hoping you can ignite one of the ones already here." Cirrus grabs one of the disused torches off of the walls of the mineshaft, passing it to the small deer with a quick swing of the arm. May as well vanguard. The snow leopard keeps pace with Fenris, versed in quick movement in heavy armor, though she can't exactly... be... quiet. It's heavy, y'know.
"They're here!" comes a call from down the hall, as the shadows shift and change. And then, right after the torch is lit, and firmly in Krove's hand, -they- appear... Two beings, or rather, two being-shaped skeletons, each holding a shield and a bone club in hand.
And still, that omnious humm continues, from down the hallway, resonating throughout the tunnels...
Fenris blinks in the torch light. "Well," he says around his tusks, "It seems like we are expected." This is not the first time he has seen Pyrrha's chosen in their skeletal form, but it is no less jarring for that. "I don't suppose you plan to let us pass in peace?" he asks, raising his hands to show that he is unarmed. His little golem scampers up to sit by his feet and opens its mouth in something like a yawn.
It most certainly is the first time Krove has seen them in skeletal form, once he's lit the torch. He jumps in fright, but tries to keep his nerve. Screaming, though tempting, is not helpful, in this case. But it would be much, much more convenient if they decided not to put his outsides on his insides.
Cirrus blinks. She places both hands up behind her head, on the hilt of her claymore. "I don't expect so, but. Doesn't hurt to ask, I suppose. Or, it may." She eyes both of the guards down, glancing between Fenris, Krove, and the little golem of Fenris'... what's that bugger doing?
