Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 23, 2011 23:13:41 GMT -5
Kerag was admiring the craftsmanship of the ruins when his ears perked at the word 'loot'. He turned to face Alec, his lips curved into a daring grin. He pointed down the Armory path and looked at Margrett, red eye glowing in the gloom.
"So you can read this gibberish eh Alec? Glad to have you with us. Ah yes an Armory! Shall we start there Margrett?"
Margrett was looking around at the room. How big was this place? How far did it stretch on for? And how many of these were there? An empire capable of that, well...that was something to think about. She was stirred out of her musings by Alec and Kerag.
Hmm? Oh, right. Let's go.
She stepped through the hallway, letting the others follow her.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Tapping a finger against his lips, Alec cocks his head and looks at Marg. "You said you weren't much of a book girl, right? So.....where'd you get that book you showed me?"
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 23, 2011 23:37:09 GMT -5
Kerag followed Margrett down the hallway, Amaranth sheathed at his side, a heavy battle-axe strapped to his back. He retrieved his ivory skull pipe and lit it while they traversed the hall, red smoke trailing behind the orc as he walked. Now this was an interesting question, and Kerag remained silent, curious.
Margrett kept her ears open in case something happened, but obliged Alec his question.
Like I said, a scholar came in here and got himself roughed up by something. He died before he got all the way into town, bled out. We found his journal and that book, and figured out where he'd gone. That's why I'm cautious.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
"Ah," Alec says, watching the engravings on the wall flow by. "What sort of wounds did he have? Burns, cuts, smashes?"
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Kerag took a deep drag from the pipe, blowing red smoke rings as he continued to traverse the hallway, listening to Alec and Margrett. Some description of the unfortunate scholar's wounds might lend a clue of what to expect. For a construction as vast as this, glowing runes and all, the orc didn't expect their expedition to be uneventful.
Slashmarks, mostly. Some blunt force injuries. Mostly he bled out.
They reached the end of the hallway and it opened up into a room. It was small and lined with shelves, and those shelves were covered in the most rusty, broken equipment they had ever seen. It was hard to tell what some of it even was.
Well. So much for that.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
"Massively technically advanced," Alec says, holding a finger up and ticking things off as he says, "accepting of all forms of magic, scrupulous morals at best, and you honestly think they've not got some sort of enchanted weapons tucked away somewhere?"
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Kerag sighed, looking at the rusty equipment, unsure even of what some of it was. He was frustrated, his hopes of finding something worth looting crushed by the despairing sight. He smiled a little at Alec's comment, feeling his spirits lift if only a little. An idea popped in his head and he started moving the stuff off the shelves carelessly, throwing whatever he deemed useless to the ground.
"Maybe if I move some stuff around, might find something...or a hidden stash, who knows. Might even find enchanted armor."
Kerag chuckled, letting the frustration leave his mind if only momentarily to conduct a sweep of the room.
Suddenly the door behind them closed and there was an echoing, shuddering sound all around them. Margrett froze, and there was silence for a moment, until a door opened in the wall beside them. Inside was a long, dark passageway, and they could hear moaning, shuffling sounds coming from within.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
"They were also fond of animating corpses to serve as guards," Alec says absently, scantly sparing a glance down the hallway as he begins to inspect the rusted hunks.
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Kerag unclasped the axe at his back, gripping the weapon with both hands. The sounds coming from down the hallway were by no means pleasant, but for Kerag, it represented a conflict. The orc chuckled, red eye glowing in the low lit room. He looked at his companions and began to step forward.
"I've had my fill of necromancy...but I suppose corpses will do."
Margrett drew her hammer as she faced down the hallway, throwing a glare to Alec.
Now you tell us. Why didn't we hear this before?
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
"Didn't seem relevant," Alec says, grabbing what used to be a sword.....maybe? off of one of the shelves. "They reserved the walking dead for the more.....special, I suppose, guard posts. For the most part, anyways. Depends. No spirits, so...." he shrugs, setting down the rusted hulk of metal. "I can't imagine this place was extremely important, militarily. This armory is tiny compared to ones I've read about."
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.