Underground Bloodspots - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
13/12/475
Log
It was a strange day of hunting, when Arimia practically tripped over a concealed hatch in the ground. Curiosity overcoming self preservation, opening it reveals a set of stairs descending into the darkness.
Arimia stares curiously down the hatch, before getting a bit of cloth and wrapping it around her staff. She digs about a bit through her items before pulling out a tinderbox, using the flint and steel to light her makeshift, and large, torch. Once that's done she starts to make her way down those stairs, showing a further lack of self-preservation.
Kilsa is currently out hunting herself as she has a small bundle of dead skriths slung over her shoulder, "Stupid evil sucking Dark night and magics..... I mean does EVERYTHING have to be forged in the blood of this creatures or the charred remains of that creature." She grumbles before seeing the open hatch in the ground, "Oh? Hmmmm a hidden place, Treasure or Monsters..." She tosses the bundle to the side and decides to make the climb downward, after hitting the darkened bottom she notices a light and prepares her hammer for a fight as she sneaks up on the lightsource.
And so the two bump into one another at the base of the stairs. The walls are rough, clearly dug by someone, but with no brick and less supports, leading off into the depths of promise further on ahead. A dim point of light can be seen in the distance.
Arimia reaches out to touch one of the rough walls, musing to herself, "Hmm. Probably not the thieves guild. Seems a bit far out... But someone dug this." Any further musings are cut off as she's snuck up on by Kilsa, which prompts a yelp from her. She launches herself into the air with a burst of air magic, intending to fly away, it seems, only to strike her head on the ceiling and fall back to the ground with an exclamation of "Ow!" She sits stunned on the ground, rubbing her head, and looks toward the badger, letting out a soft, slightly embarrassed, "Uh... Hi."
Kilsa sets her hammer in front her before looking at the strange raccoon, "Um... Hi." She bends over and offers a hand to the tiny three foot tall female, "I've never seen a combat tactic that involved brain damage. I am going to hope for your sake your an amatuer at exploring." She smiles and gives the female random candy from her pocket, "I'm Kilsa Ironsoul, Master Blacksmith, Orpahnage owner and Noble." She offer a hand to shake, "You are?"
Arimia takes the hand, accepting the help to her feet. "You surprised me!" She exclaims, before following it with a mumbled, "An' I forgot I was underground." She grabs her staff from where she dropped it upon striking her head, making sure it's still lit, then accepts the candy. She turns it over in one hand, looking at it, before eating it. Not bothering to wait until she's done with the candy she says, "I'm Arimia. Just Arimia. Freesword. An' certainly not Noble."
Kilsa smiles, "Arimia..." Kilsa looks deep in thought for a moment, "I like that name and you certainly don't sound insane, If we live through this how would you like a job working for a noble." She smiles widely and stands to her full seven feet of height. "I have a thing for getting commoners like myself into higher stations." She look into the darkness before kissing the cheek of her fathers side of her hammer, "What is down here? I'm voting on monsters and possibly treasure."
Arimia tilts her head back as the badger stands to her full height, over double that of the raccoon. The job offer prompts her to give a shrug and she says, "If you pay me, maybe. Depends on the jobs." She glances back over her shoulder, before turning fully to face the dim light in the distance. "I dunno what's down here. I... Cleverly discovered the entrance, an' decided to find out." After saying that she starts toward the light, though not moving all that fast as she's keeping an eye on the ground where the light from her makeshift torch reaches.
Kilsa looks down at Arimia, "Cleverly....hmmm..." She keeps a small smile on her face, "Well my clever friend shall I lead the way? I am amrmored after all." She smiles and stands up to her full height and flexes a little just for fun, "I've been out of the wilds for a while and this seems like fun, keep to my side so we can both see."
Proceeding down the tunnel, Kilsa spies a flash of something across the tunnel, but it's already a bit too late. Twang! goes the trip wire, and the roof suddenly caves in, dirt falling across the two in a small avalanche. Surprising, dirty, but not that painful really. Strange security.
Arimia gasps with surprise as the dirt falls from the ceiling. A mistake, as it causes her to inhale some and start coughing. When her coughing fit dies down and the dirt settles she lets out a soft huff and whines, "I just bathed! This had better be worth it!" She starts to squirm and struggle, pulling her arms free, then working on getting the rest of her small form out as well.
Kilsa coughs and looks around, "Are you ok, Arimia?" She says before reaching down to coon and pulls her out with one hand by her arms, "I would suggest a bit of caution on our part." Kilsa simply steps out of the small layer of dirt. "Had this been a divine math base trap one of use could be missing some body parts." She says with a smirk. "Shall I lead the way?"
Arimia half-climbs and half-wades until she's free of the dirt, closer to the light. She spits to one side of her and grumbles, "My mouth tastes like dirt." She looks at her staff, the flaming cloth smothered by the falling dirt, and starts to fish about through her things, searching again for her tinderbox in the near dark. After a moment she gives up with some uttered rudeness, and instead simply sets it alight with fire magic. Once that's done she gestures ahead of her and says, "Sure! Lead on! But I don't think being armored would have helped me much with dirt falling on my head."
Onwards, into the tunnel, and approaching the light, which seems to be set on the left side of the hallway just before a split going leftwards and rightwards.
Kilsa smiles, "Yes but this time its dirt if next time its spears, arrows, bone dragons, rabid skriths, shadows, or any of the millions of things that would love to eat a fat badger or a tiny raccoon, you'll thank me." She chuckles and looked at the left path, "I don't trust it. Its illuminated which means someone may have set traps but at the same times it might be a marker of safe points. "Lets take the left." She says before walking left anyway.
Arimia glances between the two tunnels, not immediately following. "It's illuminated, which means it's the one most often traveled. It also means that's where we're likely to find the one who dug all this out, if they're here." She looks down the right path, still not moving, trusting the fact that her voice would be growing slightly more distant, and that the light from her torch would be fading would alert the badger that she's not moving on. "The right one isn't. Which means that whoever comes here carries their own light source when going that way. An' that means it's most likely where something is stored. Not living quarters. Could be a mine, I suppose. I say we should go that way."
Agreement is secured, and the duo proceeds. It feels like the tunnel is sloped downwards, progressively steep, but it's not too hard to keep one's footing on the dirt path, at least until flowing is heard. A glance over the shoulder shows a foot of water is sweeping down the tunnel from up above.
