Flynt trudges onward, sliding each foot forward feeling his way along. In the never ending darkness what feels like hours might be mere moments or it could be days. For Flynt ,Time expands and contracts at the speed of thought and to the rhythm of the blood rushing trough his ears. .
Armeros smirks as he gets an idea, or more like a way to alleviate his boredom as they await any sign of Flynt. He pulls out his viol and begins to play. If the human was lured off, perhaps some music will lure him back.
(Is flynt attempting to move back the way he came, or just any direction?)
Armeros's music is rather spectacular, perhaps some of the best he ever played, but Flynt unfortunately is not able to hear it.
It's at this point that On the stairs, about say 140 feet down the hall now, the vault intruders hear the sound of running men. The jingle of weapons is clear to hear, and it's immediately obvious that there are most likely more men coming than can be fought.
"Well, I'm guessing Flynt didn't head back towards the stairs, and from the sounds of it, I think it's time for us make a tree and leave too if you know what I mean. Hopefully we'll catch up to him." He starts heading down the hall away from the stairs, looking back to make sure the others are coming.
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
"Oh? Ah, yes...If that didn't get his attention he must be elsewhere." Armeros reluctantly puts his viol away. He moves in front of Badger protectively as they head down the hall away from the footsteps.
Flynt continues to try to work his way back the way he came, the disorienting silent darkness making it difficult to discern if he is heading the right way.
Flynt, trying to work his way back, eventually is forced to the conclusion that if there is a way to get back, this is not it. However, the voices do still continue to get quieter as he moves away. The party, moving rapidly away from the stairs, go just- Actually, I need the positions of each party member if that is possible. That is, marching order. (Maybe you just want one person to look at what has already been said regarding this, and arrange the rest of the group?)
Realizing he's not making any progress in returning to the others via his current direction, Flynt decides to start over. He turns towards the whispers and makes his way towards them using the increasing volume to guide him.
It's pretty easy for Flynt to to find his way back to what seems to be the middle of the voices, and this time he sees something that he could've sworn wasn't there before. On the ground, right there glowing brightly for all to see, is a huge, very intricate, golden star. (If he steps on it, the voices stop, and resume when he steps off again.)
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Flynt, trying to work his way back, eventually is forced to the conclusion that if there is a way to get back, this is not it. However, the voices do still continue to get quieter as he moves away. The party, moving rapidly away from the stairs, go just- Actually, I need the positions of each party member if that is possible. That is, marching order. (Maybe you just want one person to look at what has already been said regarding this, and arrange the rest of the group?)
The party, moving rapidly away from the stairs, go just about 80 feet before the doors suddenly stop at a deep cliff, the other side around 50 feet away.
"Flynn?" Xondario goes to peer over the ledge. He will also inspect the edge. (To see if an illusion or trying to looks at the cliff edge on either side, like a flat clean cut and drop or jagged edges that might give something to tie to.)
Investigation or Perception (same mod): 18
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Flynt can find nothin. However, the more he walks, the more marginally quiet the 'whispers' get.
Flynt trudges onward, sliding each foot forward feeling his way along. In the never ending darkness what feels like hours might be mere moments or it could be days. For Flynt ,Time expands and contracts at the speed of thought and to the rhythm of the blood rushing trough his ears. .
**This Space for Rent**
Armeros smirks as he gets an idea, or more like a way to alleviate his boredom as they await any sign of Flynt. He pulls out his viol and begins to play. If the human was lured off, perhaps some music will lure him back.
Performance: 25
(Is flynt attempting to move back the way he came, or just any direction?)
Armeros's music is rather spectacular, perhaps some of the best he ever played, but Flynt unfortunately is not able to hear it.
It's at this point that On the stairs, about say 140 feet down the hall now, the vault intruders hear the sound of running men. The jingle of weapons is clear to hear, and it's immediately obvious that there are most likely more men coming than can be fought.
"Well, I'm guessing Flynt didn't head back towards the stairs, and from the sounds of it, I think it's time for us make a tree and leave too if you know what I mean. Hopefully we'll catch up to him." He starts heading down the hall away from the stairs, looking back to make sure the others are coming.
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
"Oh? Ah, yes...If that didn't get his attention he must be elsewhere." Armeros reluctantly puts his viol away. He moves in front of Badger protectively as they head down the hall away from the footsteps.
Flynt continues to try to work his way back the way he came, the disorienting silent darkness making it difficult to discern if he is heading the right way.
**This Space for Rent**
Jasmine follows the group. Though she is invisible still. The spell lasts for 1 hour.
Flynt, trying to work his way back, eventually is forced to the conclusion that if there is a way to get back, this is not it. However, the voices do still continue to get quieter as he moves away.
The party, moving rapidly away from the stairs, go just-
Actually, I need the positions of each party member if that is possible. That is, marching order.
(Maybe you just want one person to look at what has already been said regarding this, and arrange the rest of the group?)
Realizing he's not making any progress in returning to the others via his current direction, Flynt decides to start over. He turns towards the whispers and makes his way towards them using the increasing volume to guide him.
**This Space for Rent**
It's pretty easy for Flynt to to find his way back to what seems to be the middle of the voices, and this time he sees something that he could've sworn wasn't there before.
On the ground, right there glowing brightly for all to see, is a huge, very intricate, golden star.
(If he steps on it, the voices stop, and resume when he steps off again.)
((Armeros is currently at the front.))
((Jasmine is also in the front but invisible))
Xini would be in the middle or towards the back
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Taxidea is right behind Armeros.
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Rikas will be at the back of the party.
I don't have a signature.
Xondario still continues to be in the rear, trying to keep on eye on everyone from where he is.
The party, moving rapidly away from the stairs, go just about 80 feet before the doors suddenly stop at a deep cliff, the other side around 50 feet away.
Armeros stops, eyeing the gap with concern. "I'm not making that even with jump. Anyone have any other ideas?"
"Flynn?" Xondario goes to peer over the ledge. He will also inspect the edge. (To see if an illusion or trying to looks at the cliff edge on either side, like a flat clean cut and drop or jagged edges that might give something to tie to.)
Investigation or Perception (same mod): 18