Vazo'yn manages to kick off the side of the passageway just in time to move out from a large boulder, while a smaller one fell to bruise his hip. He grimaces but tries to ignore the pain as he quickly checks to see no one else is in dire trouble.
At Joy's suggestion, he turns his attention to the cave in, trying to determine whether it was deliberately set.
OOC: Survival to try to tell if this was a deliberate trap or just unfortunate: 12 (or 9 if Investigation is more appropriate)
Vazo'yn's eyes are clouded by the still settling sediment, but he was fortunate enough to catch, just before the cave-in, that the room had evidence of a previous landslide. With a 12 on a survival, something about the previous landslide seemed off when Vazo'yn thinks back on it. It seemed... cleaned up.
The moonlight begins to descend slowly to the crew picking themselves out of the rubble. Ylis hears a barely audible whisper "They good" and Randa sees two shadows swim past the crack above.
"Well that is just wierd. I think something or somebody is talking about us." Ylis looks around to see where the voices came from but the liquid environment makes it difficult for her to determine direction.
"I heard somebody say 'They Good' why was that?!"
Is it a thing where it's part of the game? Is it the other team? Is it just natural inhabitants of the grotto?
Boogers.
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"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Randa held up two fingers to Riven and pointed to where she had seen the shadows, kicking in that direction to try and determine what it was she had seen.
Joy steps up beside Ylis protectively, disturbed at the idea that people or...things could be spying on them. "We're 'good'? Hrm, those voices won't be if I get a hold of them."
Riven’s gaze lingers a moment longer on the collapsed passage before turning, toward Randa as she relays what she saw.
An orc. A goblin. Not the rival team, then. Someone else....
“…Then we’re not alone,” Riven says quietly, more to himself at first.
He kneels beside a damp stone shelf, running gloved fingers along the silt, letting the silence sit for a moment longer than necessary. “They’ve been moving through these tunnels like we have. They may know quicker routes. We don’t know what those two want. But they didn’t lash out."
Joy sighs, looking to the others as she tries to calm herself. "Should we keep going or head back? I'll be alright either way, but..." She can't hide her worry as she looks at the bruises Ylis' has suffered. "I...really don't want to let them win though."
Riven’s boots grind softly over the loose stone as he turns from the last of the dust still falling from the collapsed tunnel. His expression remains composed, but the way his eyes flick from crack to shadow shows his mind is working through several layers of possibility.
He draws a breath, raises his hand, and presses thumb and forefinger to his lips. A sharp, piercing whistle echoes off the wet stone, slicing through the hush left by the landslide.
Then, calm and deliberate, Riven speaks. His voice carries, not loud, but clear, in the silence after the whistle.
“We know you’re there. You’ve been watching us long enough to know we’re not here to start trouble… unless someone else insists on it.”
“I’d speak, if you’re willing. No tricks. Just words.”
He lets the silence fall again, listening. His posture doesn’t shift, no weapons drawn, no overt aggression. His voice, like the echo of the whistle, is measured and even. An offer of parlay extended.
His gaze stays fixed ahead, waiting to see what surfaces from the dark.
Ylis rubs her bruises but is eager to continue. She can take a few bruises, no problem.
The cuts in sea water though, that's different.
The entrance is immediately closed off with the rocks of the cave-in and the other side where the exit is also sees a cave-in. Then a cascade of heavy stones rain down on the party, the large stones tumbling at a curiously slow rate, which somehow just makes it feel more terrifying.
Joy breathes a sigh of relief and gives Randa a nod of thanks for healing Ylis. On the other hand, she is utterly uninterested in trying to have a conversation with whoever orchestrated the rock slide. She moves to start clearing the way forward, fighting through the searing pain in her hands.
Athletics: 16
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Vazo'yn's eyes are clouded by the still settling sediment, but he was fortunate enough to catch, just before the cave-in, that the room had evidence of a previous landslide. With a 12 on a survival, something about the previous landslide seemed off when Vazo'yn thinks back on it. It seemed... cleaned up.
The moonlight begins to descend slowly to the crew picking themselves out of the rubble. Ylis hears a barely audible whisper "They good" and Randa sees two shadows swim past the crack above.
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"Well that is just wierd. I think something or somebody is talking about us." Ylis looks around to see where the voices came from but the liquid environment makes it difficult for her to determine direction.
"I heard somebody say 'They Good' why was that?!"
Is it a thing where it's part of the game? Is it the other team? Is it just natural inhabitants of the grotto?
Boogers.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Randa held up two fingers to Riven and pointed to where she had seen the shadows, kicking in that direction to try and determine what it was she had seen.
Perception/Survival- 17
Joy steps up beside Ylis protectively, disturbed at the idea that people or...things could be spying on them. "We're 'good'? Hrm, those voices won't be if I get a hold of them."
Randa manages to catch details that would suggest a male orc and goblin swimming away from the crack.
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" One orc, one goblin.", Randa relayed to the others.
RETCON
Riven’s gaze lingers a moment longer on the collapsed passage before turning, toward Randa as she relays what she saw.
An orc. A goblin. Not the rival team, then. Someone else....
“…Then we’re not alone,” Riven says quietly, more to himself at first.
He kneels beside a damp stone shelf, running gloved fingers along the silt, letting the silence sit for a moment longer than necessary. “They’ve been moving through these tunnels like we have. They may know quicker routes. We don’t know what those two want. But they didn’t lash out."
Joy sighs, looking to the others as she tries to calm herself. "Should we keep going or head back? I'll be alright either way, but..." She can't hide her worry as she looks at the bruises Ylis' has suffered. "I...really don't want to let them win though."
RETCON
Riven’s boots grind softly over the loose stone as he turns from the last of the dust still falling from the collapsed tunnel. His expression remains composed, but the way his eyes flick from crack to shadow shows his mind is working through several layers of possibility.
He draws a breath, raises his hand, and presses thumb and forefinger to his lips. A sharp, piercing whistle echoes off the wet stone, slicing through the hush left by the landslide.
Then, calm and deliberate, Riven speaks. His voice carries, not loud, but clear, in the silence after the whistle.
“We know you’re there. You’ve been watching us long enough to know we’re not here to start trouble… unless someone else insists on it.”
“I’d speak, if you’re willing. No tricks. Just words.”
He lets the silence fall again, listening. His posture doesn’t shift, no weapons drawn, no overt aggression. His voice, like the echo of the whistle, is measured and even. An offer of parlay extended.
His gaze stays fixed ahead, waiting to see what surfaces from the dark.
Persuasion check: 10
Ylis rubs her bruises but is eager to continue. She can take a few bruises, no problem.
The cuts in sea water though, that's different.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Jacaranda swam up to Ylis and put her hand on their shoulder.
Cure Wounds- 16
Joy breathes a sigh of relief and gives Randa a nod of thanks for healing Ylis. On the other hand, she is utterly uninterested in trying to have a conversation with whoever orchestrated the rock slide. She moves to start clearing the way forward, fighting through the searing pain in her hands.
Athletics: 16