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 stands still as Randa relays what she’s seen, the silt still clinging to his skin like a second layer. The ache in his side from the landslide is distant now, as his gaze shifts not to where the shadows disappeared, but to memory.
“One orc… one goblin,”he echoes quietly, almost to himself.
Maggie. That was the orc. And the goblin, he hadn’t caught his name, but he remembers the way he grinned when no one else was watching.
His jaw sets, just enough to be noticed by those who know him.
“They were here,” he murmurs at last, voice low and measured. “The cave-in..."
He doesn’t sound angry. He rarely does. But there’s weight in his words, the kind that suggests he’s already begun calculating what comes next.
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 gaze lingers a moment longer on the debris from the landslide, before turning back to Joy. The bruises along Ylis’ arm draw a flicker of concern in his storm-gray eyes, but the moment passes quickly, replaced by something steadier, calculation.
“They split their team,” he says quietly, more to himself at first than to the others. His voice carries a measured calm, but there’s an edge beneath it. “The orc and goblin are here, scouting or interfering, while the rest of them are likely somewhere else. Which means they’ll need to regroup before they can press forward.”
His gaze settles on Joy, then flicks briefly to Randa and Ylis.
“That’s a window,” he continues. "It’s time they won’t get back. If we move now, we can put distance between us."
He steps forward, briefly brushing his hand across the moss-streaked wall as if weighing its stability, then glances down the path ahead.
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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.
Riven stands still as Randa relays what she’s seen, the silt still clinging to his skin like a second layer. The ache in his side from the landslide is distant now, as his gaze shifts not to where the shadows disappeared, but to memory.
“One orc… one goblin,” he echoes quietly, almost to himself.
Maggie. That was the orc. And the goblin, he hadn’t caught his name, but he remembers the way he grinned when no one else was watching.
His jaw sets, just enough to be noticed by those who know him.
“They were here,” he murmurs at last, voice low and measured. “The cave-in..."
He doesn’t sound angry. He rarely does. But there’s weight in his words, the kind that suggests he’s already begun calculating what comes next.
“They wanted us trapped. Or slowed. Maybe both.”
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 gaze lingers a moment longer on the debris from the landslide, before turning back to Joy. The bruises along Ylis’ arm draw a flicker of concern in his storm-gray eyes, but the moment passes quickly, replaced by something steadier, calculation.
“They split their team,” he says quietly, more to himself at first than to the others. His voice carries a measured calm, but there’s an edge beneath it. “The orc and goblin are here, scouting or interfering, while the rest of them are likely somewhere else. Which means they’ll need to regroup before they can press forward.”
His gaze settles on Joy, then flicks briefly to Randa and Ylis.
“That’s a window,” he continues. "It’s time they won’t get back. If we move now, we can put distance between us."
He steps forward, briefly brushing his hand across the moss-streaked wall as if weighing its stability, then glances down the path ahead.