Mapping Ley Lines

[Naradel]

"I think something just...!"

She could feel the thing touching her hands more clearly now, but the sensations didn't add up in her brain. It was like an ooze climbing up her forearms, in a state that was both gaseous and liquid, lukewarm yet freezing her to the bone. She yelped in panic, squirming to get out and away from that damned hole and most of all to get that horrid thing off of her. Naradel threw her weight back, almost falling on her side, and scrambled to her feet. In her frenzied state, the wood elf barely noticed the necklace suddenly moving freely again and now dangling from her closed fist. Instead she watched a thick bluish mist crawl out from beneath the rock, slowly taking on the rough shape of a human being.

Naradel stared at Loreburn and Tim and wanted to ask What the hell is that thing?!, but her tight throat could only manage a hoarse whisper. She fell back behind the two mages, perfectly content to the let the "experts" deal with the situation themselves, because this was definitely not what she had signed up for, no way.

[Loreburn]

The "experts" backed up a bit, Loreburn muttering something under his breath. Tim was still "on hold," whatever that meant. The air around them grew cold as the mist solidified somewhat, clattering bones rolling out of the stone across the ground. The glade darkened, and shapes began to form on the edges of the valley, roughly human shapes looking down at them. Loreburn shifted over to Naradel and helped her up slowly, not making any sudden movements. Before he could say anything, a voice creeped through the air, whispering and harsh.

You disturb the rest? Fear upon you, mortals...

It was as if it were translated from an old language. Loreburn looked to Naradel, and motioned for the amulet.

Let me have it. If they say anything about it, it should be me that they do anything to, it's my fault they're awake.

[Naradel]

Naradel gratefully accepted Loreburn's help and got up. The scenery rapidly shifted in front of their eyes. Shades of ancient and restless souls materialized from thin air, loosely encircling the adventuring trio. The elf inwardly commanded herself to calm down and once more embody the cool and observant hunter. She was no use to anyone while acting like a startled doe. But damn those presumptuous mages for sticking their snooping noses where they didn't belong and dragging her into this mess. If worst came to worst, she would have to be prepared to fight only for her own life.

And yet her fuming disposition mellowed somewhat upon hearing Loreburn's quiet plea for the amulet. She looked down at the offending piece of jewelry that so far seemed to be the root of all their troubles and then turned a thoughtful gaze toward the small robed figure. For all of the dark mage's outward collectedness she sensed that he was probably as anxious and worried as she was. That he would willingly take the brunt of the spirits' fury on himself, even though he'd probably fare a lot better when using her as their scapegoat, felt almost foolishly noble to the solitary hunter who was only used to looking out for herself. But it also moved something inside her. Alright, scratch that last plan then; if things really came down to it, she'd readily fight to protect Loreburn as well.

[Grayell]

(This thread is cancelled for the time being. Loreburn, you are meant to be GMing, you get paid for it. Having a new player do it is not acceptable. Please check your PM when you get this and hit me up.

Naradel, please accept 5 acclaim and 25 gold for your trouble.)