Akeya nods in agreement as her face smooths into a more subdued expression, tight creases between her brows relaxing as the vision passes. She presses three fingers, from the right hand that had recoiled when the vision first afflicted the travelers, over her sternum, the leather of her bracer and chest-plate connecting with a faint noise. After the briefest of moments in this position, she reveals her palm again to the sky, turning to face the whole group. "I am Akeya. We shall spend much time together, I am certain, so let it be without tension."
She slides her gaze over the four she has not yet interacted with: Fen, leaning against the fountain -- something about him piques her interest, although she cannot pin the reason, Sonny, tense in a fashion that makes Akeya think of the guardsmen of her own home, Nightstorm and Raptors make an odd pair, on their own or apart, but it makes an odd amount of sense to Akeya. She drops her hand to resting position, having greeted those around her appropriately.
She slides her gaze over the four she has not yet interacted with: Fen, leaning against the fountain -- something about him piques her interest, although she cannot pin the reason, Sonny, tense in a fashion that makes Akeya think of the guardsmen of her own home, Nightstorm and Raptors make an odd pair, on their own or apart, but it makes an odd amount of sense to Akeya. She drops her hand to resting position, having greeted those around her appropriately.
He couldn’t help but be on edge now. Something was off here. The story being yelled out about missing people and the foul odor here seemed to coincidental to him. But more so he could hear something moving about. He couldn’t pin point it with all the noise of the people shuffling around. But he didn’t worry much. When the time came for the fight he would have his fun. He smiled some to himself at the thought of a real challenge. “To those of you I have not greeted yet, the name is Fen.” He said not moving from his spot on the fountain
The auburn haired girl listened to the introductions of the group around her, but made no effort to make any of her own, merely nodding slightly in acknowledgement. Her focus was directed primarily towards the faint and stuttered calls of the town crier, as she tried to begin piecing together the problem at hand.
She had managed to maintain her composure as the vision appeared, but only just; though short, the sight was more gruesome than she was used to, and her lack of knowledge on the sewer monsters unnerved her. Still, she had a purpose here and was determined to do it and do it well.
She had managed to maintain her composure as the vision appeared, but only just; though short, the sight was more gruesome than she was used to, and her lack of knowledge on the sewer monsters unnerved her. Still, she had a purpose here and was determined to do it and do it well.
Nightstorm backs away when she saw the vision and was disgusted by what she saw, but could not hear anything. Raptors meanwhile didn't see anything but heard the unbearable screams of the dead and suffering.
Nightstorm was left disgusted and confused on what all these visions ment and what could be the cause of these events. But nether the less, she and Raptors quickly recover and wait for the others to catch up.
"So the sewers? What could be down there that can cause such danger?" Raptors wondered
Nightstorm was left disgusted and confused on what all these visions ment and what could be the cause of these events. But nether the less, she and Raptors quickly recover and wait for the others to catch up.
"So the sewers? What could be down there that can cause such danger?" Raptors wondered
Little happens as you all make yourselves known to each other and recover from the grim visions, you get the feeling though the vision felt soon you have the time to make your plans and discover more about the situation and each other.
The hustle and bustle making their way through the city, people with tattered and dirty clothing though they seem like they once had money. The people in this town offer little distinction between poor and rich, other than how many loaves of bread can last a week.
The hustle and bustle making their way through the city, people with tattered and dirty clothing though they seem like they once had money. The people in this town offer little distinction between poor and rich, other than how many loaves of bread can last a week.
At this point Zhoralel had began to walk along the crowd and towards the commotion. He was cleaner than the citizens of the town though he didn’t bother with the smell. With his attention now focusing on he various conversations trying to peace together what people knew. “Something below it seems.” His voice went out to whoever was close enough to him before he began to walk about again.
“Somewhere below, where to get below?” His eyes gazing to the streets looking for any signs of a sewers.
“Somewhere below, where to get below?” His eyes gazing to the streets looking for any signs of a sewers.
He followed along with the others trailing them and trying to keep his footsteps as light as he could. He heard the older man talking about the sewers and began to sniff the air. His nose soon caught the noxious stench of the sewers and he pointed down an alley “Over here old timer.” He stood and looked at Zhoralel as he pointed to the entrance to the stench that now filled his nostrils. His mind kept flashing thoughts of the fights to come. He would have to reserve himself for the harder targets. He did not want to frighten the others with his true form
Sonny watched the others begin exploring, eyes cold and calculating, sizing them up. Whilst they seemed intent on getting to know their environment, the young huntress' interests were more geared toward sizing up her current companions. She took special note of the old man with the bright eyes, watching with a curiosity as he mingled with the crowds.
She made no move to respond to Fen's direction, remaining watchful still. Whilst she wanted to get on with the fighting, she felt there was a certain value to understanding those around her- she wanted to know who would emerge as the leader, who was simply a follower, and who might surprise her.
She made no move to respond to Fen's direction, remaining watchful still. Whilst she wanted to get on with the fighting, she felt there was a certain value to understanding those around her- she wanted to know who would emerge as the leader, who was simply a follower, and who might surprise her.
He made his way to the sewer entrance without seeing if anyone followed him. As he made his way down the alley a man popped out from behind some ruble and dashed toward the street. Fen side stepped quickly causing the ground to shake slightly. “Damn. To quick.” He did a quick glance towards the others hoping no one noticed and then made his way to the sewer. He leaned against the wall and waited for the others
Nightstorm almost loses her balance but manages to keep herself straight, same for Raptors.
They walk past the rest of the group and walk up to the sewer entrance. Nightstorm moves the cover out of the way and allows Raptors to go in first.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She says with a smirk and jumps straight in
They walk past the rest of the group and walk up to the sewer entrance. Nightstorm moves the cover out of the way and allows Raptors to go in first.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She says with a smirk and jumps straight in
“Ladies first.” He says the first two jump in. He kept his frame against the building and waited for the rest of them to enter. He pondered how much good he would be in such confined spaces. His illusion would not last long in a good fight. “Perhaps I should remain uptop incase this creature or whatever it is decides to make an appearence topside while y’all are down there.” Fen lept into the air and vanished over the buildings
Zhoralel
Akeya
Sonny
Fen
Nightstorm
Please stick to the posting order, I'm gonna put my post down to reset the order.
Akeya
Sonny
Fen
Nightstorm
Please stick to the posting order, I'm gonna put my post down to reset the order.
The sewer is exactly how you expect it to be, as you enter you are flooded by an array of overwhelming smells and you feel your eyes burn as those with more sensitive noses can't help but reel back. Though as you enter you notice a strange quietness to the tunnels, no noise of rats or rushing fluid. In fact the fluid level seems quite low, but there is no blockage from what you can see at this point.
On the outside the crowd shuffles along as though there was nothing out of the ordinary, no visitors, no one trying to get their attention. All seemingly occupied with going towards their next meal.
On the outside the crowd shuffles along as though there was nothing out of the ordinary, no visitors, no one trying to get their attention. All seemingly occupied with going towards their next meal.
Zhoralel lept in to the sewer with a shallow splash. The slimy filth of the water rushing into his boots and soaking his socks. The edges of his robes just lingering above the waters surface. If it wasn't for the smell his decent would have inspired others to mimic him, but no. From the splash alone the smell was stirred up and Zhoralel was poorly prepaired.
“Oh my,” He felt his lunch turning in the back of his throat. “This was a horr... horrible idea.” The smell alone nearly forced him to vomit but he tried to keep his composure as best he could. “By the divines this is rancid.” He stepped momentarily and made a small pilot lite in his palm to burn away the air they would walk in.
“Oh my,” He felt his lunch turning in the back of his throat. “This was a horr... horrible idea.” The smell alone nearly forced him to vomit but he tried to keep his composure as best he could. “By the divines this is rancid.” He stepped momentarily and made a small pilot lite in his palm to burn away the air they would walk in.
Akeya, as a healer, does not find herself unduly affected by the stench of the sewer. That is not to say that she is entirely unaffected -- even the most toughened medics cannot ignore the scents of life -- but she keeps her composure easily as she lands on her feet as lightly as she can manage. The woman cringes at the filthy reject water, inwardly cursing her more traditional choice of footwear. This was an unexpected foray, and she thinks of all of the sickness that could be borne here, especially for those who do not care for their health as much.
Taking pity on the other members of the group, she simply says, "You would find it useful to hold something over your face, with scent-herbs for those of us who have them." To demonstrate, and for her own knowledge, Akeya pulls the wide collar of her robe over her lower face, rolling the back to keep it close.
Taking pity on the other members of the group, she simply says, "You would find it useful to hold something over your face, with scent-herbs for those of us who have them." To demonstrate, and for her own knowledge, Akeya pulls the wide collar of her robe over her lower face, rolling the back to keep it close.
Sonny followed the others down into the sewer reluctantly. As a creature of the forest, her domain was the great outdoors, not the dingy tunnels of the underground. She was certainly not used to such an intensity of experience- within seconds her eyes were clouded with tears and she found herself practically choking on the thick, foul stench.
Still, she was not completely unprepared- fumbling around in her pockets she was able to find the thin cloth, scented with a range of herbs she had found in her home environment. As she took it out she heard the group's medic confirm her choice of action, and allowed herself a moment of pride as she tied the cloth around her head, over her nose and mouth.
Once her physical needs had been dealt with, Sonny allowed herself a moment to observe the tunnel. Though the darkness had rendered her eyes useless, she could feel the low-levels of sewer water lapping at her feet and was able to notice the distinct lack of sound, save for the shuffling of those around her. Curious, she began to take a couple steps forward, distancing herself ever so slightly from the group as she did so.
Still, she was not completely unprepared- fumbling around in her pockets she was able to find the thin cloth, scented with a range of herbs she had found in her home environment. As she took it out she heard the group's medic confirm her choice of action, and allowed herself a moment of pride as she tied the cloth around her head, over her nose and mouth.
Once her physical needs had been dealt with, Sonny allowed herself a moment to observe the tunnel. Though the darkness had rendered her eyes useless, she could feel the low-levels of sewer water lapping at her feet and was able to notice the distinct lack of sound, save for the shuffling of those around her. Curious, she began to take a couple steps forward, distancing herself ever so slightly from the group as she did so.
Nightstorm tried her best to light the tunnel though she couldn't hold it for very long due to the unbearable stench, though Raptors seems to not be bothered by the smell and walks behind Nightstorm with his arms behind his back
Nightstorm then almost collapses but manages to stay awake and allow Raptors to light the tunnel himself, leading the group
Nightstorm then almost collapses but manages to stay awake and allow Raptors to light the tunnel himself, leading the group
Fen made his way to the fountain again and sat down. He hoped this subterranean beast would prove to much for the others and it would emerge. The others didnt know that fen was the fabled wolf of legend. His size would cause the sewers to erupt like some smelly volcano of filth if he went down there and lost controll. He would remain topside for now
Going further along you may see arrows along the way as in front of you is a 'T' section, with an option of left or right. The wall in front of you showing an arrow that splits into three on the left and a singular arrow heading to the right.
Here you can see the direction of the water flow going from left to right, and it makes sense as the port is towards the right and where the sewer most likely empties in the sea.
Above ground is a similar story, quiet and smelly with everything apart from the fountain. The polished stone and clear water, yet it is not quite the attraction you would think it to be.
((This is where I'll make it a little more personalised, as I' like everyone to include a dice roll with their post 1 20 sided die please, without modifiers for now. It will go towards your successfulness and different scenarios with have differing levels of difficulty. I will let you know when you need to include one))
Here you can see the direction of the water flow going from left to right, and it makes sense as the port is towards the right and where the sewer most likely empties in the sea.
Above ground is a similar story, quiet and smelly with everything apart from the fountain. The polished stone and clear water, yet it is not quite the attraction you would think it to be.
((This is where I'll make it a little more personalised, as I' like everyone to include a dice roll with their post 1 20 sided die please, without modifiers for now. It will go towards your successfulness and different scenarios with have differing levels of difficulty. I will let you know when you need to include one))
It wasn’t easy getting over the smell of the sewer, but even then Zhoralel kept going forward. Turning left into the sewers he noticed how he was against the current. Whatever they were here to do must be deeper inside and Zhoralel began to prepare himself for whatever came.
rolled 1d20 and got 9