"I heard something, but I could not say what." Delg grumbles to himself. "If it spoke to you, then there is little use to stand here. We either meet it, or wait for it to come to us. It has the advantage either way. You say it is still speaking to you? Point out the direction."
"Telepath? That makes a change." Delg looks at Melkias and sees his manner. "I cannot abandon kin that may be in peril, lad. But I do not expect the same obligation from you. You are not a Dwarf. I ask for assistance in the locating, not the attacking."
He makes another scan of the cavern as he adjusts his weapons.
SHHH, CUT IT DOWN, YOU TWO, WE ARE HERE TO FIND GUNDREN AS WELL. I HEARD THAT STRANGE VOICE IN MY HEAD TOO, BUT...
But he knows that Kyanite is able to do pretty complex images, also moving and doing things, so why can somebody else do it?
He takes a little stone and throws it at throws it at what he thinks the source of the hungry voice may come from.
ajax's description
Ajax is 1,70m, brown short hair , broad shoulder.
Even if he takes things usually quite seriously, He is good company if not offended: he is considered hot-tempered and touchy on the things that really matters to him.
At the moment he wears a chain mail over some poor but decent clothes. He wields a pike that we also uses for aiding during the long walks.
Melkias jumps at the sound of the new voice. He whips around to see Ajax.
How did I miss this guy? I must be getting sloppy...oh what I'd do for a bottle of top shelf mead right around now, he thinks to himself.
He gapes in awe as Ajax throws a rock after trailing off about the monster. Surely, this man must be touched in the head antagonizing the thing that wants to eat us!
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Mulligan: He's wearing old chain mail, lovingly if not skillfully maintained, with some clumsy patches and a few extra sections of chain to cover his unusually large frame. He's about 6'3, looks to be about 220 pounds so he's not the most nimble thing you've ever seen, but he gives off an air of quiet confidence.
Right now, he's got a shield out and his warhammer at his side.
Just a bit further past Ajax, Delg and Melkias see an Elf with withered clothes, shoulder length white hair, hand on Scimitar and crouching towards the end of a hallway, listening to something.
Raya will cast message at Ajax as he spots the other two. "Who are those two? friend or foe? Also, keep it down, they might hear you.". Raya's unafraid of the two that approach and is focused on watching this door leading to what seems to be a mess hall.
Raya and Mulligan: You both still hear voices coming from behind both doors to the north and south of the hallway you're in. Looking behind you, you see Ajax throwing a rock and beyond him two new people. The voices behind the doors have not changed, so it doesn't appear that whoever is behind them have noticed the new visitors.
Ajax:
As you throw the rock, you hear a raspy voice laughing in your head. "Food? Hairy meat? You bring now. Secrets," it rasps, then falls silent again.
Well well well...whats a pretty elven lass doing in a place like this? thinks Melkias, already up to no good.
Temporarily forgetting where he is and what he's doing, he walks up to Raya and Mulligan, straightening his hair and adjusting his armor the best he can.
"Well hello there" he says in a sly voice, slightly louder than he's been talking before, but not enough for the sound to carry. "Melkias, Melkias of Stories. Rogue extraordinaire, Cunning Linguist, Keeper of Stories. And you are?"
He outstretches his hand for a handshake and gives a little bow.
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As Melkias introduces himself, you all hear a voice inside your heads.
"Foooood," it rasps plaintively. "Hairy meat - sssooo hungry," it pleads. "Door - bring - now," it says, almost impatiently, trailing off into small giggles.
"Not to alarm you, " He says, "But I do believe something here wants to eat the rest of you. Clearly not me, as I'm all skin and bones, and much too handsome to eat. But I would be happy to accompany you so you don't meet the gods early. Perhaps you should find this door and quiet it. I will be right behind you...a few paces back, of course."
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Delg rolls his eyes as he sees what most likely is drawing Melkias away, then freezes as he hears the voice. He gives a snort, 'hairy meat, indeed' as he smoothes down his beard. He looks at the human and back to the other three.
"Heard it that time." He keeps his voice quiet. "Do I take it Melkias was not the only one before? And where is this door?"
Ajax sees a lot of messages dobling inside his head. Of course Raya is right
you two!
Addressing at the two newcomers.
come with a second: I want to give you a chance
He goes back to Raya (looking his back from the two) and when back to safety, he adds to Delg and Melkiar
Something strange is afoot, or maybe he is just a hungry prisoner. We want to be sure we can trust you.
Who are you and, most important, why are you here? Where did you find the entrance and who told you about that?
See, for what we know, you could be part of the Redbrands...apart from different clothes... so?!
Ajax's look his stern but not tranquil, not at all: he is inside a risky place, with some hungry being talking in everyone's head and two unkwown peculiar characters...
"I heard something, but I could not say what." Delg grumbles to himself. "If it spoke to you, then there is little use to stand here. We either meet it, or wait for it to come to us. It has the advantage either way. You say it is still speaking to you? Point out the direction."
Melkias looks crestfallen. Going TOWARDS the creature that wants to eat him wasn't anywhere near the top of his things to do.
"Aye, fair point. I'm not sure...it seemed like it was in my mind. Maybe the gods will deliver us a sign?"
He looks around expectedly, as if he seriously is waiting for divine intervention.
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Other games: (Aardwolf MUD, Diablo 3, Starcraft 2, Pokemon, Borderlands {all})
"Telepath? That makes a change." Delg looks at Melkias and sees his manner. "I cannot abandon kin that may be in peril, lad. But I do not expect the same obligation from you. You are not a Dwarf. I ask for assistance in the locating, not the attacking."
He makes another scan of the cavern as he adjusts his weapons.
Perception: 16
Melkias smirks a little.
"Bah, I'm not going to let you die. That's rather counter-intuitive. Dead men count no coin, after all"
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Other games: (Aardwolf MUD, Diablo 3, Starcraft 2, Pokemon, Borderlands {all})
Perception: 3
"Then a gladness to meet you Melkias the Merchant."
Perception 10
ooc: for next times, I allow you to roll for me
,
Ajax is quite angry for all this fuzz.
Putting a finger on his lips he whispers
SHHH, CUT IT DOWN, YOU TWO, WE ARE HERE TO FIND GUNDREN AS WELL. I HEARD THAT STRANGE VOICE IN MY HEAD TOO, BUT...
But he knows that Kyanite is able to do pretty complex images, also moving and doing things, so why can somebody else do it?
He takes a little stone and throws it at throws it at what he thinks the source of the hungry voice may come from.
ajax's description
Ajax is 1,70m, brown short hair , broad shoulder.
Even if he takes things usually quite seriously, He is good company if not offended: he is considered hot-tempered and touchy on the things that really matters to him.
At the moment he wears a chain mail over some poor but decent clothes. He wields a pike that we also uses for aiding during the long walks.
,
Melkias jumps at the sound of the new voice. He whips around to see Ajax.
How did I miss this guy? I must be getting sloppy...oh what I'd do for a bottle of top shelf mead right around now, he thinks to himself.
He gapes in awe as Ajax throws a rock after trailing off about the monster. Surely, this man must be touched in the head antagonizing the thing that wants to eat us!
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Player - PBP: (Vaxis, Dragonborn Cleric of Bahamut, DoIP), Discord: Byron Bojengles III (Dragonmarked Half-Elf Rogue/Warlock Hexblade)
Other games: (Aardwolf MUD, Diablo 3, Starcraft 2, Pokemon, Borderlands {all})
Delg's head snaps toward the new voice. His mouth falls open and yet another who has managed to come up upon him, then closes with a click.
'he tells us to be quiet, then he goes and does that!' He thinks, lips pressed shut.
Mulligan: He's wearing old chain mail, lovingly if not skillfully maintained, with some clumsy patches and a few extra sections of chain to cover his unusually large frame. He's about 6'3, looks to be about 220 pounds so he's not the most nimble thing you've ever seen, but he gives off an air of quiet confidence.
Right now, he's got a shield out and his warhammer at his side.
Just a bit further past Ajax, Delg and Melkias see an Elf with withered clothes, shoulder length white hair, hand on Scimitar and crouching towards the end of a hallway, listening to something.
Raya will cast message at Ajax as he spots the other two. "Who are those two? friend or foe? Also, keep it down, they might hear you.". Raya's unafraid of the two that approach and is focused on watching this door leading to what seems to be a mess hall.
Raya and Mulligan: You both still hear voices coming from behind both doors to the north and south of the hallway you're in. Looking behind you, you see Ajax throwing a rock and beyond him two new people. The voices behind the doors have not changed, so it doesn't appear that whoever is behind them have noticed the new visitors.
Ajax:
As you throw the rock, you hear a raspy voice laughing in your head. "Food? Hairy meat? You bring now. Secrets," it rasps, then falls silent again.
Well well well...whats a pretty elven lass doing in a place like this? thinks Melkias, already up to no good.
Temporarily forgetting where he is and what he's doing, he walks up to Raya and Mulligan, straightening his hair and adjusting his armor the best he can.
"Well hello there" he says in a sly voice, slightly louder than he's been talking before, but not enough for the sound to carry. "Melkias, Melkias of Stories. Rogue extraordinaire, Cunning Linguist, Keeper of Stories. And you are?"
He outstretches his hand for a handshake and gives a little bow.
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Other games: (Aardwolf MUD, Diablo 3, Starcraft 2, Pokemon, Borderlands {all})
As Melkias introduces himself, you all hear a voice inside your heads.
"Foooood," it rasps plaintively. "Hairy meat - sssooo hungry," it pleads. "Door - bring - now," it says, almost impatiently, trailing off into small giggles.
Melkias stops his handshake gesture mid air.
"Not to alarm you, " He says, "But I do believe something here wants to eat the rest of you. Clearly not me, as I'm all skin and bones, and much too handsome to eat. But I would be happy to accompany you so you don't meet the gods early. Perhaps you should find this door and quiet it. I will be right behind you...a few paces back, of course."
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Player - PBP: (Vaxis, Dragonborn Cleric of Bahamut, DoIP), Discord: Byron Bojengles III (Dragonmarked Half-Elf Rogue/Warlock Hexblade)
Other games: (Aardwolf MUD, Diablo 3, Starcraft 2, Pokemon, Borderlands {all})
Delg rolls his eyes as he sees what most likely is drawing Melkias away, then freezes as he hears the voice. He gives a snort, 'hairy meat, indeed' as he smoothes down his beard. He looks at the human and back to the other three.
"Heard it that time." He keeps his voice quiet. "Do I take it Melkias was not the only one before? And where is this door?"
Ajax sees a lot of messages dobling inside his head. Of course Raya is right
you two!
Addressing at the two newcomers.
come with a second: I want to give you a chance
He goes back to Raya (looking his back from the two) and when back to safety, he adds to Delg and Melkiar
Something strange is afoot, or maybe he is just a hungry prisoner. We want to be sure we can trust you.
Who are you and, most important, why are you here? Where did you find the entrance and who told you about that?
See, for what we know, you could be part of the Redbrands...apart from different clothes... so?!
Ajax's look his stern but not tranquil, not at all: he is inside a risky place, with some hungry being talking in everyone's head and two unkwown peculiar characters...
,
Melkias grins.
"I'm a purveyor and resaler of antiquities and valuables. I am also a fair hand with a lute. How about yourself? And what are redbrands?"
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"Delg Helcral. Who are you? And are these Redbrands known for kidnapping?"
Delg casts a glance at the bridges before moving to see the tunnel behind the elf and the other human.