Coryn puts away the other following items and then follows without much hassle afterwards. If it was permissible, those rations would have been buried and covered as well. Coryn travels light :)
Dragon Heart: Riders of Nernwyr
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Zalie will take the opportunity to burry her rations as well and place her wooden flute inside the bag Coryn specified. She feels a little worried for the horse, seeing as tmore items might slow it down when it comes up the mountain. But she reminds herself that Sir Garrus said the horse should be fine until someone comes to get her, she thanks the horse by brushing its side. "Thank you, horse," she whispers to it before joining the others for the hike.
After the dwarf girl is let go, she listens intently to what Sir Garrus says. He seems worried that some of them might have slipped and fallen off the side because she'd slipped her way to the front of the group. Ah. That would make sense. She'd never really thought about it, but being mindful of the location their in should be something they all need to do. She takes the reminder to heart as she quietly listens to the rest of his explanation. They have to make it until at least the following evening watching out for each other. They can do that. It shouldn't be to hard, right?
After the dwarf girl is let go, she listens intently to what Sir Garrus says. He seems worried that some of them might have slipped and fallen off the side because she'd slipped her way to the front of the group. Ah. That would make sense. She'd never really thought about it, but being mindful of the location their in should be something they all need to do. She takes the reminder to heart as she quietly listens to the rest of his explanation. They have to make it until at least the following evening watching out for each other. They can do that. It shouldn't be to hard, right?
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Name: Coryn
Location: Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain...
Interaction: The Party + The Knight
Seeing Sir Ardell give them a look, Coryn nodded. If the moment hadn't passed so quickly, he would have also given a brief explanation.
"Sir yes sir." Spoke Coryn, having answered without hesitation like the dog he was. Quickly, he glanced back and counted the little bobbing heads of his new 'troop'. From just a quick look around, it seemed like they had two dwarves, a half-foot, one elf and 'humans'. 'Humans' because two of them had their ears covered and that meant they were either chilly or concealing their identities to escape racial tension. It wouldn't help in the long term. Eventually, their secret would slip loose. At least the elf near the back had the decency to be true to its identity. At least they all weren't priests, meaning at the very least a few of them had some sort of martial prowess or common sense.
Aside from the literal looking priestly one and the timid holding onto their twin. Poor girl. Their sister was going to die or kill them both if she kept holding onto them (the sister in question being Cards).
With that, Coryn pressed on, keeping themselves focused by singing little army tunes in his head. He keeps an eye out for the hunters, curious on what person, beast or calamity could be after them.
Location: Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain...
Interaction: The Party + The Knight
Seeing Sir Ardell give them a look, Coryn nodded. If the moment hadn't passed so quickly, he would have also given a brief explanation.
"Sir yes sir." Spoke Coryn, having answered without hesitation like the dog he was. Quickly, he glanced back and counted the little bobbing heads of his new 'troop'. From just a quick look around, it seemed like they had two dwarves, a half-foot, one elf and 'humans'. 'Humans' because two of them had their ears covered and that meant they were either chilly or concealing their identities to escape racial tension. It wouldn't help in the long term. Eventually, their secret would slip loose. At least the elf near the back had the decency to be true to its identity. At least they all weren't priests, meaning at the very least a few of them had some sort of martial prowess or common sense.
Aside from the literal looking priestly one and the timid holding onto their twin. Poor girl. Their sister was going to die or kill them both if she kept holding onto them (the sister in question being Cards).
With that, Coryn pressed on, keeping themselves focused by singing little army tunes in his head. He keeps an eye out for the hunters, curious on what person, beast or calamity could be after them.
NAME: Olric
Location: Ascending the Drakeheart Mountains
Interaction: ???
Mood: Zoning Out
"Olric Buzzlebee from the great town of Rysbourn, at yer service sir!" Olric had replied when asked about his identity. That was the last thing he had said before beginning to zone out, thinking back to when he first left for exploration.
When the feeling had gotten strong, he at first wanted to ask Ki'Yith - his best friend from home, about it. However, when he gone to her family shop, she wasn't there. Her family had said she was getting ready for a trip somewhere, he would've preferred to tell her about it but he couldn't wait any longer, nor did he want to disturb her preparations. So he went home, left a note for his family and just took his adventuring backpack that he had packed in advance for whenever he and Ki'Yith would be go on a trip again, he did not even take the time to swap out the cooking station he would carry around for her.
He took his Glaive and strapped on his armour and left, looking forward to what interesting things he might discover while searching for whatever is calling for him. Though it did feel slonely to not have Ki'Yith to talk to.
"Maybe we'll cross path again someday" he thinks to himself just before turning in for the night.
Olric zones back in after getting hit with a cold blast of air from the environment, he had been absentmindedly following the others in front of him, trekking up the narrow pass. He looks forward to see someone dangling off the cliff before being pulled back onto the path.
'Stop zoning out Buzzlebee- Ki'Yith would kill you if you fell because you weren't paying attention - especially since you didn't tell her you weren't coming here'
He takes a deep breath and keeps continuing, taking out his bee stress ball, and starts fiddling with it in his hands so he can keep focused as he walks.
Location: Ascending the Drakeheart Mountains
Interaction: ???
Mood: Zoning Out
"Olric Buzzlebee from the great town of Rysbourn, at yer service sir!" Olric had replied when asked about his identity. That was the last thing he had said before beginning to zone out, thinking back to when he first left for exploration.
When the feeling had gotten strong, he at first wanted to ask Ki'Yith - his best friend from home, about it. However, when he gone to her family shop, she wasn't there. Her family had said she was getting ready for a trip somewhere, he would've preferred to tell her about it but he couldn't wait any longer, nor did he want to disturb her preparations. So he went home, left a note for his family and just took his adventuring backpack that he had packed in advance for whenever he and Ki'Yith would be go on a trip again, he did not even take the time to swap out the cooking station he would carry around for her.
He took his Glaive and strapped on his armour and left, looking forward to what interesting things he might discover while searching for whatever is calling for him. Though it did feel slonely to not have Ki'Yith to talk to.
"Maybe we'll cross path again someday" he thinks to himself just before turning in for the night.
Olric zones back in after getting hit with a cold blast of air from the environment, he had been absentmindedly following the others in front of him, trekking up the narrow pass. He looks forward to see someone dangling off the cliff before being pulled back onto the path.
'Stop zoning out Buzzlebee- Ki'Yith would kill you if you fell because you weren't paying attention - especially since you didn't tell her you weren't coming here'
He takes a deep breath and keeps continuing, taking out his bee stress ball, and starts fiddling with it in his hands so he can keep focused as he walks.
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It had been a while since Niamh had left the very halls of her home, the church of Stolhoc. The gray pillars and fountains of only the most pure water - some say it's even collected from the very first spring dew - would surely be missed. However, the young elf could not miss this opportunity. No, no that wouldn't do at all. The Gate had been open, a sickly feeling in her stomach, and the brazier upon the temple had been lit. And so, she had begun finishing her writing and gathered her traveling items; research, rituals, all the likes.
Father Petyr had been preparing for the worst, as most of their templars had gone to help against the abominations of Yorj's domain. And hearing of this 'pull' his adopted daughter had been feeling didn't exactly help, either. Even so, he had prepped one of their remaining templars, Joseph she believed, to walk her partially to the mountain before returning home himself.
Thus, she took a deep breath of the chilled air outside, bid her farewells, and left. There was a bit of small talk here and there but it didn't take too terribly long for her companion to also take his leave. Eventually she had found herself close to others at the base of the mountain and tugged on her necklace, an heirloom from her mother supposedly. It was clear she was studying you all, a quaint smile on her face. Her eyes then flicked to the man on the path and a deep humming sensation filled her head almost instantaneously with his simple words. She didn't apologize for her tardiness, merely wondering if perhaps he was just too early to coincide with the others.
Once it was her turn, she would curtsy and introduce herself with a soft, but clear voice. "I am Sister Niamh of Stolhoc." She would make sure to write down the names of the others as well as their titles. And well, from the sound of it, she is rather happy she had slept for a good long while before meeting this Paladin of the Wyrmguard. Huh, Nernwyr.
Either way, he seemed to be rather in a rush, and oh they're being hunted - how exciting! She would have to write about this one. Hopefully questions would be permitted later. Oh and then a dwarven girl pushed past some of the others, very uncouth. In fact, if it wasn't quite so serious right now, she would've clapped! Quite a cast of characters.
Father Petyr had been preparing for the worst, as most of their templars had gone to help against the abominations of Yorj's domain. And hearing of this 'pull' his adopted daughter had been feeling didn't exactly help, either. Even so, he had prepped one of their remaining templars, Joseph she believed, to walk her partially to the mountain before returning home himself.
Thus, she took a deep breath of the chilled air outside, bid her farewells, and left. There was a bit of small talk here and there but it didn't take too terribly long for her companion to also take his leave. Eventually she had found herself close to others at the base of the mountain and tugged on her necklace, an heirloom from her mother supposedly. It was clear she was studying you all, a quaint smile on her face. Her eyes then flicked to the man on the path and a deep humming sensation filled her head almost instantaneously with his simple words. She didn't apologize for her tardiness, merely wondering if perhaps he was just too early to coincide with the others.
Once it was her turn, she would curtsy and introduce herself with a soft, but clear voice. "I am Sister Niamh of Stolhoc." She would make sure to write down the names of the others as well as their titles. And well, from the sound of it, she is rather happy she had slept for a good long while before meeting this Paladin of the Wyrmguard. Huh, Nernwyr.
Either way, he seemed to be rather in a rush, and oh they're being hunted - how exciting! She would have to write about this one. Hopefully questions would be permitted later. Oh and then a dwarven girl pushed past some of the others, very uncouth. In fact, if it wasn't quite so serious right now, she would've clapped! Quite a cast of characters.
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Name: C'yra
Location: Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain
Interaction: Cardis, Only Cardis.
A dwarfen women shoved pass them on the icy path. Nearly shoving one of the Twins down to the near endless depths below. Could have, at least, if C'yra didn't press both herself AND Cardis to the side, pressing against a more secure surfaced wall. It was then that she realised just how unsafe it was to even be up here.
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C'yra's temper flared, only muffled by sheer shock that she didn't lash out against how dangerous that could be.
[FONT=Port Lligat Slab, serif]That could have been her, and she would've dragged Cardis down with her if she wasn't careful. [/FONT]
The alarm bells were blaring in her head. And the situation only cooled down by a fraction when the drawf apologised and was pulled back onto safe grounds by the tall knight.
C'yra glanced behind them. There were still people trailing up from behind. They only had one way forward, metaphorically and physically. Honestly, it wasn't really a choice at all.
She shared a look with Cardis. They're pressing on, but she does not trust anyone here other then him with her back and her life. Not more then nessesary. Not until they give her a compelling enough reason.
And with that, she bit her lip. Interlinking her fingers with her twin's, for her own assurance. They ascend the moutian once more, thus time in silence.
Location: Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain
Interaction: Cardis, Only Cardis.
A dwarfen women shoved pass them on the icy path. Nearly shoving one of the Twins down to the near endless depths below. Could have, at least, if C'yra didn't press both herself AND Cardis to the side, pressing against a more secure surfaced wall. It was then that she realised just how unsafe it was to even be up here.
The dwarf had questions, and wasn't afraid to ask them. Though she may have been a tad impulsive. Whatever sort of impulsive and bad decisions shouldn't Warrent getting yanked by the arm and dragged nearly off the edge of the moutian side cliff.
C'yra's temper flared, only muffled by sheer shock that she didn't lash out against how dangerous that could be.
[FONT=Port Lligat Slab, serif]That could have been her, and she would've dragged Cardis down with her if she wasn't careful. [/FONT]
The alarm bells were blaring in her head. And the situation only cooled down by a fraction when the drawf apologised and was pulled back onto safe grounds by the tall knight.
C'yra glanced behind them. There were still people trailing up from behind. They only had one way forward, metaphorically and physically. Honestly, it wasn't really a choice at all.
She shared a look with Cardis. They're pressing on, but she does not trust anyone here other then him with her back and her life. Not more then nessesary. Not until they give her a compelling enough reason.
And with that, she bit her lip. Interlinking her fingers with her twin's, for her own assurance. They ascend the moutian once more, thus time in silence.
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Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain...
They continued up for some time, but not once did Sir Garrus glance back at them. He seemed focused, driven and on high alert. He'd scan the area - ahead, behind, toward the Green Maw, visible now from their height, and... up?
Garrus would sometimes lean slightly out to get a better look above them. He scanned the mountainside cautiously, like even he didn't know where this 'hunter' would come from.
By 'the pace of the smallest of us', it was clear after a few hours of constant climbing on this treacherous staircase, that he had not meant 'resting when the halfling got tired' - it simply meant moving as slow as the halfling, who was stuck to the near-middle of the group.
Another thing was that, if chatter occurred, Sir Garrus didn't seem to care. He'd tell them to lower their voices or to hush if he heard something, but never authoritatively told them to stay silent. He didn't bother enforcing anything as long as there were no arguments.
Night had begun to set. It had been roughly four hours since they started the climb.
"Ahead. Here." Sir Garrus said, stopping just above a narrow crevice in the rocky side of the mountain. It was barely wide enough to fit the largest of you, but it was clear that it opened up into a cave a few feet in. "In. Rest, and I'll keep watch."
Name: Coryn
Location: CAVE?
Interaction: [OPEN], Offering Hand to those who want guidance into the cave
Four hours.
Four long, painful hours.
Coryn was glad he had limbered up when he first met Zalie and had ridden Dahlia for the majority of the trip. Four hours of careful walking uphill on an icy mountain with barely any conversation was horrific. His troop mates had been chatterers. They talked about everything from politics to which barmaid's tits hung the best at the bar. Coryn usually didn't partake in their talks, or when he was he wasn't very engaging, but it was at least blissful background noise and buffoonery.
These folk were as quiet as sheep.
Even if he did want to talk to someone, he was sandwiched between the suicidal dwarf and the rather burly lad behind him. Both were relatively unfriendly and Coryn wasn't the type to start a conversation anyways. They couldn't even sing songs as they needed to be quiet anyway. He wasn't too sure many of these people were the singing type anyway.
By the time they had reached the cave, Coryn was ready to collapse on the spot, but he held his poise. After he comes in, he sets down his bag quickly and offers his hand to aide those coming inside. He reassures you that you don't have to take it, he just doesn't want anyone to slip and fall. Afterall it's dark and probably very clammy as well.
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Interaction: [OPEN], Offering Hand to those who want guidance into the cave
Four hours.
Four long, painful hours.
Coryn was glad he had limbered up when he first met Zalie and had ridden Dahlia for the majority of the trip. Four hours of careful walking uphill on an icy mountain with barely any conversation was horrific. His troop mates had been chatterers. They talked about everything from politics to which barmaid's tits hung the best at the bar. Coryn usually didn't partake in their talks, or when he was he wasn't very engaging, but it was at least blissful background noise and buffoonery.
These folk were as quiet as sheep.
Even if he did want to talk to someone, he was sandwiched between the suicidal dwarf and the rather burly lad behind him. Both were relatively unfriendly and Coryn wasn't the type to start a conversation anyways. They couldn't even sing songs as they needed to be quiet anyway. He wasn't too sure many of these people were the singing type anyway.
By the time they had reached the cave, Coryn was ready to collapse on the spot, but he held his poise. After he comes in, he sets down his bag quickly and offers his hand to aide those coming inside. He reassures you that you don't have to take it, he just doesn't want anyone to slip and fall. Afterall it's dark and probably very clammy as well.
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To elaborate more on the cave's interior, it was quite spacious - unlike the steep ledge of iced carven stair your had been scaling. The higher you ascended, the more dangerous they had become, as the snowfall became heavier. It wasn't unbearable, just dangerous.
Inside the cave, after squeezing and shuffling a few feet, it opened up to a space that could fit fifty men of Sir Garrus's size comfortably, though likely was used to fitting more.
Garrus waited outside as you each went in, being the last to go in.
"Since there are few of us, stick to the side walls so you're not seen from the entrance, as far back as you can," he instructed, taking a seat by the crevice opening. His back to the wall and his gaze cautiously fixed outside as he peered out, scanning and listening.
Inside the cave, after squeezing and shuffling a few feet, it opened up to a space that could fit fifty men of Sir Garrus's size comfortably, though likely was used to fitting more.
Garrus waited outside as you each went in, being the last to go in.
"Since there are few of us, stick to the side walls so you're not seen from the entrance, as far back as you can," he instructed, taking a seat by the crevice opening. His back to the wall and his gaze cautiously fixed outside as he peered out, scanning and listening.
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Zalie attemps to make conversation with the people in front and behind her as they walk. Her voice is just above a whisper, so they can hear without being to loud (Ernest and Niamh). She doesn't seem to worried about whatever it is that's hunting them, clear by her excited talk about whatever they discuss if they choose to talk. If not she'll be quiet, wishing she'd been up by Coryn.
As they get to the small cave entrance, she ducks inside, finding it not to difficult to wiggle into the cave. She takes Coryn's offered hand and thanks him. When she passes the man watching to make sure they get inside alright, she offers him a little smile and a quiet, "Thank you, Sir Garrus." She listens to his instructions and sets up her bedroll by the furthest wall as out of sight as the others are. She feels bad Sir Garrus doesn't seem to be taking any form of break. She wishes she knew what he was looking for. Maybe she'd be able to help take watch if she did so he could rest a little, as well. But alas, she isn't trained in whatever's hunting them. So she supposes that will have to wait for another lesson she's sure he'll teach them in the future. For now, she rests quietly.
As they get to the small cave entrance, she ducks inside, finding it not to difficult to wiggle into the cave. She takes Coryn's offered hand and thanks him. When she passes the man watching to make sure they get inside alright, she offers him a little smile and a quiet, "Thank you, Sir Garrus." She listens to his instructions and sets up her bedroll by the furthest wall as out of sight as the others are. She feels bad Sir Garrus doesn't seem to be taking any form of break. She wishes she knew what he was looking for. Maybe she'd be able to help take watch if she did so he could rest a little, as well. But alas, she isn't trained in whatever's hunting them. So she supposes that will have to wait for another lesson she's sure he'll teach them in the future. For now, she rests quietly.
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Bastian saw the way the knight's gaze fell upon him and the taller, blue haired man. The boy had lived around many a men who he wouldn't exactly consider chatterboxes, so the non verbal cues like that nod werent missed.
Feeling a little self conscious and not wishing to stir up trouble with a superior, Bastian gave a nod of his own -"we're good"- before averting his gaze respectfully to the side.
When they reached the cave, Bastian was the first to make his way inside, being at the top of the line. Heeding their superior's words, he Made his way to a remote part of the far back corner, the curve of the mountain side wall hiding him from the entrance's view. There, he laid his bag down and sat, legs prepped over the leather backpack. Beyond making him more comfortable, it would do good to his legs. He wasn't sure why but he had discovered it made his legs feel better after hours of walking, climbing and standing. He chanced a few sips of water that he'd deprived himself of in the last few hours so as to not warrant any unnecessary bathroom breaks, before he'd put his flask deep within the bag again, hoping to prevent it from freezing.
Bastian wasn't one to pay attention to emotions. He felt as monotone as he looked, but undeniably there was a small tension, the tiniest snap of disappointment kept hidden away at the fact they had buried their food rations by the steeds. He'd not enjoyed the morning's proceedings in acquiring it and he had already lost it. On top of that, he wasn't all too familiar with mountainous areas- not this steep type of them anyway. Either way, he'd pushed those two small grievances to the back of his mind as he looked at the others pouring in before his gaze settled on a spot of the cavern's roof.
Feeling a little self conscious and not wishing to stir up trouble with a superior, Bastian gave a nod of his own -"we're good"- before averting his gaze respectfully to the side.
When they reached the cave, Bastian was the first to make his way inside, being at the top of the line. Heeding their superior's words, he Made his way to a remote part of the far back corner, the curve of the mountain side wall hiding him from the entrance's view. There, he laid his bag down and sat, legs prepped over the leather backpack. Beyond making him more comfortable, it would do good to his legs. He wasn't sure why but he had discovered it made his legs feel better after hours of walking, climbing and standing. He chanced a few sips of water that he'd deprived himself of in the last few hours so as to not warrant any unnecessary bathroom breaks, before he'd put his flask deep within the bag again, hoping to prevent it from freezing.
Bastian wasn't one to pay attention to emotions. He felt as monotone as he looked, but undeniably there was a small tension, the tiniest snap of disappointment kept hidden away at the fact they had buried their food rations by the steeds. He'd not enjoyed the morning's proceedings in acquiring it and he had already lost it. On top of that, he wasn't all too familiar with mountainous areas- not this steep type of them anyway. Either way, he'd pushed those two small grievances to the back of his mind as he looked at the others pouring in before his gaze settled on a spot of the cavern's roof.
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NAME: Ki'Yith
Location: Drakeheart Mountain Buttcrack Cave
Interaction: Party
Mood: Zoning Out
Ki'Yith stayed quiet after that, like a child who had just been scolded by their mother in public. It was after that interaction that she realized how dumb she had behaved in that moment. The path was narrow and icy and she had the gall to nudge her way to the front?
Great going, moron.
She mumbles something under her breath in the Dwarf tongue as they all crammed themselves into the cave, her pushing herself as far in as possible since she was in the front. Silently, Ki'Yith remains placed, unsure to sit or not, so she stands, rifling through her bag for a moment, checking everything was in place. Mentally, her mind is just going.
She had questions, still. Questions about everything. For the last month this call had been plaguing her, disrupting her work, effecting her performance and learning at her mother's shop. It agitated her to no end because it never went away— went as far to bother her in her damn dreams! So of course, when it was brought up, she'd jump on the chance to try and find answers. Ki'Yith was someone who always wanted answers.
Sometimes she got too narrow minded though.
The woman takes off one of her gloves and rubbed at her face, letting out a sigh. She'd apologize to the group later in privacy— if there was a chance to. For now she'd sit there and remain quiet, fiddling with the little bell tied around her neck. It makes the faintest noise.
Location: Drakeheart Mountain Buttcrack Cave
Interaction: Party
Mood: Zoning Out
Ki'Yith stayed quiet after that, like a child who had just been scolded by their mother in public. It was after that interaction that she realized how dumb she had behaved in that moment. The path was narrow and icy and she had the gall to nudge her way to the front?
Great going, moron.
She mumbles something under her breath in the Dwarf tongue as they all crammed themselves into the cave, her pushing herself as far in as possible since she was in the front. Silently, Ki'Yith remains placed, unsure to sit or not, so she stands, rifling through her bag for a moment, checking everything was in place. Mentally, her mind is just going.
She had questions, still. Questions about everything. For the last month this call had been plaguing her, disrupting her work, effecting her performance and learning at her mother's shop. It agitated her to no end because it never went away— went as far to bother her in her damn dreams! So of course, when it was brought up, she'd jump on the chance to try and find answers. Ki'Yith was someone who always wanted answers.
Sometimes she got too narrow minded though.
The woman takes off one of her gloves and rubbed at her face, letting out a sigh. She'd apologize to the group later in privacy— if there was a chance to. For now she'd sit there and remain quiet, fiddling with the little bell tied around her neck. It makes the faintest noise.
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Niamh would nod at Knight Garrus as she got closer to the caves entrance, making sure to be as careful as possible. At least the view was beautiful, she could almost see her home from here. Then, when it came to it, she would take the blue-haired humans hand into the cave; Ser Coryn, she believed his name was.
NAME: Olric
Location: Drakeheart Mountain Cave
Interaction: Vibing
Olric waits patiently for his turn, making sure everyone ahead of him is able to get in properly before going in himself, taking Ser Coryn's outstretched hand to help himself into the cave. He looks at him and smiles,
"Thank you kind sir!" Then he pauses as he hears the faint sound of a bell ringing "Did you hear that just now?" he asks Coryn
Location: Drakeheart Mountain Cave
Interaction: Vibing
Olric waits patiently for his turn, making sure everyone ahead of him is able to get in properly before going in himself, taking Ser Coryn's outstretched hand to help himself into the cave. He looks at him and smiles,
"Thank you kind sir!" Then he pauses as he hears the faint sound of a bell ringing "Did you hear that just now?" he asks Coryn
Name: Coryn
Location: CAVE?
Interaction: Responding to Olric, Then Niamh
Status: Asleep - Attempting to Sleep
"The Bell? I believe the dwarven woman is ringing it." Shuffling Olric along, Coryn offers his hand to the next person after him. It was the elven priest. Mentally he steeled himself but there was gunk that lurched in his stomach. He smiles at her, attempting to keep calm but can't help but flinch at her touch. Wordlessly, he helps her down like a true knight should and without thinking, wipes their glove on their armour before helping the next person.
Once everyone was settled in, Coryn got to work. He chose the space further from the elf and the unknowns and placed down his bad, leaning against it. Mentally, he thanked his captain back home again. The coat, though not keeping all the cold out, was enough to keep him at least decently warm. He pointed the non-reflective side of his shield to the crack, placing it in front of him as a wall to the cold. Coryn cleared his mind and began to tense and relax their muscles to help them fall asleep faster. They would get barely any time to sleep tonight, he needed to get as much as he could muster now.
Location: CAVE?
Interaction: Responding to Olric, Then Niamh
Status: Asleep - Attempting to Sleep
"The Bell? I believe the dwarven woman is ringing it." Shuffling Olric along, Coryn offers his hand to the next person after him. It was the elven priest. Mentally he steeled himself but there was gunk that lurched in his stomach. He smiles at her, attempting to keep calm but can't help but flinch at her touch. Wordlessly, he helps her down like a true knight should and without thinking, wipes their glove on their armour before helping the next person.
Once everyone was settled in, Coryn got to work. He chose the space further from the elf and the unknowns and placed down his bad, leaning against it. Mentally, he thanked his captain back home again. The coat, though not keeping all the cold out, was enough to keep him at least decently warm. He pointed the non-reflective side of his shield to the crack, placing it in front of him as a wall to the cold. Coryn cleared his mind and began to tense and relax their muscles to help them fall asleep faster. They would get barely any time to sleep tonight, he needed to get as much as he could muster now.
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Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain...
It was silent - as silent as it could get, with the pittering of falling snow as the sky darkened, the sun sinking behind the mountain, giving into the night. It took a few minutes, but your eyes eventually adjusted; though dwarves and elves had better vision.
Rocks from the mountain could be heard at a distance, clattering down the slopes. It sounded normal - you had been hearing it for the past four hours, and concluded it to be the climate knocking out loose stones. Some clattered down in front of the crevice, pebbles skittering into the open space.
Sir Garrus tensed. "Be silent," he hushed. Glancing back at you all as he inched toward the crevice. His eyes fell on Coryn and he scowled. He gestured to whoever was paying attention to wake Coryn, but before anyone could move a shriek born of nightmares broke through the night. It was an uncomfortable sound that crawled down your back, scraping up your spine like a serrated claw. Breathy and abnormal, like a vengeful wraith from Aetherius - the realm of the afterlife.
Name: Coryn
Location: CAVE?
Interaction: WEVE BEEN ATTACKED?
Status: Awake
Coryn was only really half asleep. Let's be real. With the cold and the uncomfortable position they were in, plus all of the questions, the more correct term for their current state was 'resting their eyes'. He hadn't heard the Sir's whisper to be quiet, but the shriek woke him up quickly. He doesn't scream, just shakes. Tightening his grip on his weapons, Coryn awoke, heaving heavy breathes as his eyes dart around the shadows, attempting to figure out where the danger was. He furrowed his brows together, squeezing his eyes multiple times to shake off the sleep. He turned to Sir Ardell, awaiting for next moves.
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Interaction: WEVE BEEN ATTACKED?
Status: Awake
Coryn was only really half asleep. Let's be real. With the cold and the uncomfortable position they were in, plus all of the questions, the more correct term for their current state was 'resting their eyes'. He hadn't heard the Sir's whisper to be quiet, but the shriek woke him up quickly. He doesn't scream, just shakes. Tightening his grip on his weapons, Coryn awoke, heaving heavy breathes as his eyes dart around the shadows, attempting to figure out where the danger was. He furrowed his brows together, squeezing his eyes multiple times to shake off the sleep. He turned to Sir Ardell, awaiting for next moves.
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Bastian had kept awake, moving here and there to pat down his cold limbs.
He watched as two of the members, a girl and the guard from before, whom the boy was already growing a small irritance towards- though he wouldn't admit it- seemed to lay down to take a nap. Bastian's eyes narrowed in a deadpan.
Really? Rule number three specifically mentioned no sleep til the monastery. Why would they-
Sir Garrus' order to be silent rang out, and Bastian mentally snapped at alert. At the Knight's gesture to wake up the blue haired soldier man the boy, the boy went to get up and do just that- not even halfway through sitting up, he was frozen on the spot, head snapping towards the entrance, as the most unholy, threatening sound he'd heard in his life resounded within the mountains, the sound amplified within the cave.
What was that?
His hand was on his sword immediately and though he'd rather not think about them, sir Garrus' words came back to him- "if the night lights up as if it were day, just know it will be a quick death."
Were they about to meet it?
The thought scrambled around like a frenzied rabbit in the boy's mind as he desperately tried to reject it and focus back to reality. They were in real danger and we're to heed Sir Garrus' every word.
He watched as two of the members, a girl and the guard from before, whom the boy was already growing a small irritance towards- though he wouldn't admit it- seemed to lay down to take a nap. Bastian's eyes narrowed in a deadpan.
Really? Rule number three specifically mentioned no sleep til the monastery. Why would they-
Sir Garrus' order to be silent rang out, and Bastian mentally snapped at alert. At the Knight's gesture to wake up the blue haired soldier man the boy, the boy went to get up and do just that- not even halfway through sitting up, he was frozen on the spot, head snapping towards the entrance, as the most unholy, threatening sound he'd heard in his life resounded within the mountains, the sound amplified within the cave.
What was that?
His hand was on his sword immediately and though he'd rather not think about them, sir Garrus' words came back to him- "if the night lights up as if it were day, just know it will be a quick death."
Were they about to meet it?
The thought scrambled around like a frenzied rabbit in the boy's mind as he desperately tried to reject it and focus back to reality. They were in real danger and we're to heed Sir Garrus' every word.
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Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain...
Sir Garrus had taken a crouched stance in the distraction of the sound, then very slowly and carefully shifted in front of the opening of the crevice. He, notably, didn't even bother with the sword - as he had told them before, he would be useless in combat. But the foolish hunter had given his position away, if only for a moment.
Quickly Garrus touched several places around the opening, drawing circles in the stone-dust on the walls and floor in a clockwise motion. All you could see was the shifting of his arm and the alien motions in which the symbols were drawn. At first, they might have been letters or god-script, but as you focused, they were different to any of that.
Then he quickly pulled away, moving back against the stone as night turned to day. A blast of light lit everything up temporarily, along with a sweltering heat that melted away any cold you had been feeling before. Around the crevice, however, you noticed something strange. Something indescribable, but what you could only surmise to be magic as a blue sheen warbled against the intense heat. It was as hot as the hottest day of summer, yet as it subsided, the cold did not immediately return.
It lasted only for a few seconds - maybe only three at best - but when it stopped, the night returned. Something large could be heard clambering back up the rocky mountain above them, some more stones scattering, rolling into the cave with them as the magic disappeared.
Sir Garrus exhaled tensely, then turned to check on you all. Holding up a gushing finger as he listened. A few minutes pass, and he drops his hands. "It will sense the pull of Aetherius - the realm we go when we die, and when we sleep. So do not try to sleep," he reiterated, now offering a slightly more detailed reason. He then turned to the door. "Don't think I'm blaming you. It's been following us for a while now, attracted by the beacon on the monastery. There is a barrier atop the Spine that it can't get through, we just need to reach it, and you all need to listen. We were lucky I even had time to make a barrier, or we would have all been incinerated."
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Name: Coryn
Location: Cave
Interaction: Well that's what he meant by being hunted…
Status: gulp.
That familiar voice—
Her head snaps up, and the moment Ki'Yith is about to call out to that beautiful bastard of a friend, all goes silent. Her fingers shoved themselves into the little mouth of the bell, pinching the clapper to stop it from hitting the inside and making any sound.
That noise. That horrid noise. It was something similar to what she had heard once before in a nightmare. Vile and disgusting, the feeling it gave the dwarf was one she never wanted again. She stays silent, hand slipping down and gripping the base of one of round glass balls attached to her hip. The liquid inside of it was an odd shade of red.
Unlike the others, she didn't have much of a weapon of steel or wood, no she was weird like that. She had literal explosives on her. And by Gods she's shove them down this thing's throat if it—
Oh, okay no violence. She let out a faint sigh of relief, eyes flicking around the cave for a moment. Coryn was it? If she hadn't been dumb earlier she would've chewed him out by now. Unfortunately they were both slightly dumb, so she couldn't be hypocritical like that.
Now. Olric.
The moment Sir Garrus finished speaking she's getting up quietly and shuffling over to the other side of the cave. Had she gone mad? Her hand clapped around the male's shoulder, and gently she pulled him to the side and turned him around.
Not mad, just dumb. Dumb and relieved she had something familiar for this trip. Ki'Yith sighs at the sight of her best friend's face, and simply makes a gesture for the both of them to talk about this later.
For now, she wanted to stick with him.
Location: Cave
Interaction: Well that's what he meant by being hunted…
Status: gulp.
That familiar voice—
Her head snaps up, and the moment Ki'Yith is about to call out to that beautiful bastard of a friend, all goes silent. Her fingers shoved themselves into the little mouth of the bell, pinching the clapper to stop it from hitting the inside and making any sound.
That noise. That horrid noise. It was something similar to what she had heard once before in a nightmare. Vile and disgusting, the feeling it gave the dwarf was one she never wanted again. She stays silent, hand slipping down and gripping the base of one of round glass balls attached to her hip. The liquid inside of it was an odd shade of red.
Unlike the others, she didn't have much of a weapon of steel or wood, no she was weird like that. She had literal explosives on her. And by Gods she's shove them down this thing's throat if it—
Oh, okay no violence. She let out a faint sigh of relief, eyes flicking around the cave for a moment. Coryn was it? If she hadn't been dumb earlier she would've chewed him out by now. Unfortunately they were both slightly dumb, so she couldn't be hypocritical like that.
Now. Olric.
The moment Sir Garrus finished speaking she's getting up quietly and shuffling over to the other side of the cave. Had she gone mad? Her hand clapped around the male's shoulder, and gently she pulled him to the side and turned him around.
Not mad, just dumb. Dumb and relieved she had something familiar for this trip. Ki'Yith sighs at the sight of her best friend's face, and simply makes a gesture for the both of them to talk about this later.
For now, she wanted to stick with him.