Moebius’ strange voice rang out, cutting clearly through the roar of the storm and the splintering of wood. Below the group, Nothing But Good Intentions was impaled by black rock, mercilessly being battered by the raging ocean. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed, there was a crack as the mast of Good Intentions snapped and was flung violently at the figures clinging to the cliff side.
The mast smashed into the side of the cliff sending shards of wood flying. One spar broke free, dragging itself down the wall of rock and catching two of the figures. One was knocked free, falling silently to the waters below. The other was caught by canvas and pulled with it out, out and back to the doomed ship as the wind flung the poor soul into the dark. The other figures managed to swing to the side to avoid the majority of the mast; Korekk lashed his tail in frustration and pulled himself upwards.
They continued to climb, no thought could be given to those who had fallen. They would mourn later, for now there was only survival. Korekk dug his claws into stone, gouging his own footholds into the very rock. He spared a glance down; the others were using this path as well. Good. They ascended quickly. Above, Moebius was nimbly picking his way up the cliff without much trouble.
The Monolith agent reached the top and scrambled over. In the flash of lightning Korekk saw a thin bundle tossed over the edge that unspooled and soon a length of rope hung beside him. He snatched at it, screaming “Grab hold!” to the twins below him.
Thriz is glad to be on solid ground again. Even if it is vertical. She feels bad about the ship's fate but is glad to be off it. "Can't you climb any faster?!" Thris yells from below. "Sorry my arms aren't as long as yours, stretch!" Thriz yells back. Despite their bickering they made it safely to the top. The memory of climbing the Withered Spine assaulted her as Korekk helped her up. The memory of standing with her twin atop the ridge looking west. Looking down on their estranged birthplace, the goblin city of La Brynth. A city they had never known. Thriz crawled forward across the wiry tropical grass.
"Thanks for the help folks," she sneered sarcastically at the other three standing there. They were all staring off the cliff. She turns to see what they are staring at.
“Come! We must ascend!”
Moebius’ strange voice rang out, cutting clearly through the roar of the storm and the splintering of wood. Below the group, Nothing But Good Intentions was impaled by black rock, mercilessly being battered by the raging ocean. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed, there was a crack as the mast of Good Intentions snapped and was flung violently at the figures clinging to the cliff side.
The mast smashed into the side of the cliff sending shards of wood flying. One spar broke free, dragging itself down the wall of rock and catching two of the figures. One was knocked free, falling silently to the waters below. The other was caught by canvas and pulled with it out, out and back to the doomed ship as the wind flung the poor soul into the dark. The other figures managed to swing to the side to avoid the majority of the mast; Korekk lashed his tail in frustration and pulled himself upwards.
They continued to climb, no thought could be given to those who had fallen. They would mourn later, for now there was only survival. Korekk dug his claws into stone, gouging his own footholds into the very rock. He spared a glance down; the others were using this path as well. Good. They ascended quickly. Above, Moebius was nimbly picking his way up the cliff without much trouble.
The Monolith agent reached the top and scrambled over. In the flash of lightning Korekk saw a thin bundle tossed over the edge that unspooled and soon a length of rope hung beside him. He snatched at it, screaming “Grab hold!” to the twins below him.
Thris & Thriz grab the rope.
Thriz is glad to be on solid ground again. Even if it is vertical. She feels bad about the ship's fate but is glad to be off it.
"Can't you climb any faster?!" Thris yells from below.
"Sorry my arms aren't as long as yours, stretch!" Thriz yells back.
Despite their bickering they made it safely to the top. The memory of climbing the Withered Spine assaulted her as Korekk helped her up. The memory of standing with her twin atop the ridge looking west. Looking down on their estranged birthplace, the goblin city of La Brynth. A city they had never known.
Thriz crawled forward across the wiry tropical grass.
Thris pulled herself to the top.
"Thanks for the help folks," she sneered sarcastically at the other three standing there. They were all staring off the cliff. She turns to see what they are staring at.