Underground Bloodspots - RPLOG

Participants

• Arimia
• Jera
• Kilsa
• Sally

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.

Arimia sighs and follows the badger, not wanting to let the other get too far into dimmer light, lest there be more traps. Her ears flick and she glances back over her shoulder to note the water. She idly pings a claw on Kilsa's armor before saying, "We might want to move a bit quicker. No telling how quick that water is going to start to come, or if it's going to start coming in much larger amounts." Saying that she picks up the pace a little, abandoning a bit of caution to keep ahead of the water for as long as she can.

The water is quite fast, rolling downhill as it is. The rapid 'coon is forced to dart ahead of the badger to hope to stay ahead of it. When it reaches the badger, all footing becomes impossible as the dirt becomes slick mud in short order, turning the tunnel into a water slide.

Kilsa screams as she slips uttering the most profane series of words her mind and string together, She tried to grab the raccoon as she nears her so that they don't get seperated. "Thiiiiiisssss suuuuuuuccccckkkkksss!" The armor folk screams as she continues to slide.

Arimia does her best to stay ahead of the water, though as she notes that the badger has fallen into it, she sighs and says, "Bugger it! I need a bath now anyway!" She surrenders herself to the flow, though in hopefully a more controlled manner.

Yoink! The coon is caught by Kilsa and they both rapidly descend into the darkness, all going dark and wet before they emerge, air borne for a moment before coming down towards a well lit area to collide with the ground with a nice bump and get all the more wet as the muddy water finishes flowing out of the tunnel they just emerged from. It looks like a tiny arena, seating included. Seated up there is a female mouse. She's too far away to pick out any clan seals, but the big round ears and short stature give away the species quickly enough. She's dressed in deep royal blues and bedecked in gold jewelry that shines even in the dim light.

Kilsa stands up covered in mud and wet, "Whew that was fun!" She says with a bigs smiles before noticing the bejeweled mouse and whispers to Arimia, "Hey armmy, There is a mouse up there. I would say that we have probably reached some people that might hostile, Get ready for whatever may come." She warn before picking up her hammer slowly.

Arimia climbs to her feet and sighs softly, doing her best to scrape mud off of herself. At Kilsa's words she looks up at the mouse, but only briefly, going back to scraping the mud off, apparently more concerned with her clothing than her fur. "Told ya we should have taken the right path," she grumbles, before bending down to pick up her, again doused, staff with a sigh. "An' this place really doesn't want me to have a light."

The mouse brings her hands together, clapping lightly as she rises to her feet, "What spirit," she says, "Are you here to entertain me today? I trust you will do the job quite well. Do tell me when you're ready to begin then."

Kilsa looks at the mouse, "Sorry I've recently smashed my head and have been losing my head, What kind of entertainment do you need?" She graons a little expecting the mouse to be insane. "What is your name, Miss?"

Arimia stares at the mouse as she speaks, then offers a much simpler reply than Kilsa. "Nope," says the 'coon, before turning around to examine where they'd come from, looking to see if it's climbable. After examining that entrance she looks around the arena as well, to see about other possible escapes.

Not much in the way of available exits, with smooth stone leading back up to the pipe, and a few portcullises, closed, leading to other dark places, and that mouse, looking on from above, "The sort that involves you dying, or not. Either way should be great fun."

Kilsa groans, "Yep.... insane." Kilsa doesn't waste anytime before drawing her hammer, "I don't really like dying, Miss." She charges the mouse while roar out a loud battle cry. She attemt to strike her hammer as hard as she can into the mouses side to break arms but not kill her.

Arimia lets out a soft sigh, following it with muttered curses. She watches as Kilsa goes charging across the arena at a mouse elevated in the seating above them, and flicks her ears slightly in amusement. She takes the chance to switch one chakra gem for another, however, relying on the badger's bellowing, at least, to provide distraction enough.

The mouse bursts into cheerful laughter as Kilsa charges, but she is up in the seats, safe from any direct charge. She reaches and depresses something beside her, causing the portcullis to the left to start grinding upwards and a loud rattling hiss to come from behind as something moves back there.

Arimia casts spell after spell to help Kilsa bring the creature down, finally managing with an explosion of sheer force. She walks over to the thing's remains, or what she hopes is it's remains, and rather roughly kicks it, muttering something about stupid games and wanting a reward. After that she walks over to examine the wall of the arena below where the mouse is sitting, wondering if she can use earth magic to shape stairs, or at least hand holds.

Kilsa looks at the creature and pulls a hammer out of the remains, "Hey Armmy? You think if I toss you up you can use that math of yours to knock our benefactor down here?" She smiled evilly, "I would love to bestow some of the Creator's love upon her." She look at the raccoon and then at the area the mouse is at trying to judge the distance.

The mouse looks giddy, absolutely delighted at the performance, "Marvelous! What will to live you both have. Can you get through all three rounds? You get a prize then," She waves a hand, "And I don't just mean living, don't be silly."

Arimia glances back at Kilsa, replying, "I dunno. I was thinking about making a way up there. An' I dunno about being thrown." She opens her muzzle to continue to speak, then pauses with a sigh at the mention of more rounds from the mouse. After a moment she looks back at the wall and asks "How do ya feel about holding whatever she's sending out next while I try to make us a way up?"

Kilsa nods to Arimia, "Sure, I haven't had such fun in a while I just wish I would have been aske if I wanted to fight." She huff but is smiling the whole time, "Hey Crazy Mouse. Send the next one, I'm getting bored here." She taunts the giddy looking mouse, "Also too much jewelry makes you look like a windchime with ears." She shouts up after a short pause.

The mouse presses a new switch, and the portcullis opposite the first rattles open. A tremendous boar charges out with a figure strapped to its back. How did Jera get there? Maybe he got snared earlier, but he doesn't look happy, being strapped to a big, also angry, pig.

Kilsa growls an smashes her warhammer against the side of the impressive war hog, "Don't you DARE!!" She screams and continues to strike at the creature, She watches as the creature is felled by Jera an looks at the fox curiously, "I didn't take you for someone that liked to go boar hunting underground." She teased, "Are you alright?"

Jera manages to wriggle free enough to stab the large pig a few times with an arrowhead along it's rampage, but not too much, not wanting to fall off along the way. Once it finally skitters to a halt though, he waves to Kilsa with his tail and struggles more. "I'm alright, Kilsa." He blushes a little at the teasing, naturally shy, and more used to taking the back row. "Don't ask why I'm here, really. Out shooting targets and conk. Out cold. You're lucky you didn't smell the pen."