Much to Sabynn's further discomfort, they were being tested willingly and would protest any attempt to free them, feed them, or otherwise.
“We… initiates.”
“Initiates... we are.”
”We are… only initates.”
They were Cultists of the Howling Hatred, but they were honestly only initiates. Their knowledge would be fairly limited. Although, with Sabynn being the prettiest and nicest thing to grace their presence, they would continue to speak truthfully.
”We saw... where, unknown.”
”Saw… but didn't seee.”
”We... didn't see where.”
It seemed as though they did see dwarven prisoners pass through, however wouldn't of seen, and didn't know, exactly where their final destination was beyond their field of view.
Lewin would come to notice that the light here was natural and from the waterfall chasm in the north west, that he just passed, causing the obelisks to cast long shadows down the hallway.
Marching his way to the end of the corridor Flux would not only come to a cross roads of sorts, but he'd also hear music. Really loud music. And it was coming from the west.
Map
Zoom zoom (Totally forgot to plug the bound initiates in there. But pretend I did. They're there.)
Seeing no point in arguing about whether trying to live on air alone would be a sensible thing to do with your life, the white-haired half-elven cortier gives the three intiates of Howling Hatred a graceful curtsy. "Thank you for your assistance, we shall be on our way, my prayers will go to you in hopes that you will find a good life at the end of your trials." Sabynn says with a gracious tone before following the blindfolded monk southwards, assured they were at least on the right path to free the dwarven delegation.
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"Well-...."Said Flux initially in response to Herse, only to stop and perk up at the music while letting a hand hover over the haft of an undrawn weapon. A moment later and he's hurrying to practically hug a nearby wall, before then peeking around the bend to the west, straining his ears and trying in vain to discern some familarity in the music.
(OOC: Not sure what type of check would it be other than maybe History, assuming a check is even needed. If so here's the roll with that in mind 7.
"Hmm... It be seeming we got some more distracted company 'round the bend here and beyond some doors." He says to the others, or at least loudly enough for Ebele, Hers, and Sabynn given their closeness at the time. "Doubt they'd be of a mind to serenade the delegates, so we could be ignoring the siren's call as it were. But then again, could be our musically inclined friends be knowing more than those fools by the pillars. In which case, does the Lady delegate here be of a mind to loosen some more tongues?"He asks, looking more pointedly to Sabynn before letting his gaze drift over the other party members. "Or do we be leaving dem to their songs while we carry on and onward on more easterly path. My vote is to silence the singers after wrangling out what we be wanting to know, BUT ya don't be needing to be telling dis one twice to seek our fortunes elsewhere."
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"The noise seems a good cover to check the other passages that might more readily be assumed to be prisons. I vote we explore to the east," Lewin says, just loudly enough for the others to hear.
The white-haired half-elven courtier gives Flux an unsure look. She was just a freed prisoner and was happy to tag along and didn't expect to have any say in decisions being made, but Lewin's reasoning made sense to her so she smiles politely and nods in agreement with the Firbolg. "Better head east and free that dwarven delegation before the whole temple hunts us down." Sabynn dares to add in a soft polite tone.
As the others step up to make the decision of what to do next, Ebele fades back a bit. Having sensed Sabynn’s discomfort with the cultist’s state, she’d wait for her to be distracted up front before carrying out her next task. Swiftly and efficiently, one after the other, the monk moves to the testing cultists, and snaps their necks. An act of mercy from the monk, and silencing of the cultists. Reaching two fingers out, she closes their eyes.
Catching up with the others Ebele nods. “We just going as far west down a hallway until we reach the end, or will we be checking out any doorways as we go east?” She asks as she starts walking to the east, running her fingers along the walls.
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Comforted to see the blindfolded monk back close, Sabynn gives her a small smile, blissfully unaware of her callous but necessary deeds. "Let me just have a listen, maybe we can figure out where the dwarven delegation are held, and where there are simply another dreary chanting gathering going down." The white-haired half-elven courtier says with a wink and moves to place her delicately pointed ear at the door to the very southeast.
Xalkas pads along quietly next to Kerric. Content to let the others lead for the time being. Mainly because he doesn’t have strong feelings about either direction in particular.
Passing the first door in the eastern hallway that faced north, Sabynn goes to the door at the end facing east. She places her ear against it, straining to listen. After a few moments, she couldn’t be sure if there’s anything to hear or not. The only sound that was reaching her ears was the sound of music from the other end of the hallway.
"Not a sound..."The blonde half-elven courtier turns and says quietly to her rescuers. "...maybe we should just continue over there."She continues, motioning to the corridor continuing to the northeast, but her curiosity quickly brings her over to the nearby door to the north where she gently places her ear to listen for imprisoned dwarven delegations.
Moving to the other door, Sabynn presses her ear against that one to listen. This time she covers her ear exposed to the music to assist her in specifically applying her focus to what’s on the other side of the door. She has to strain and listen hard considering she’s trying to hear through a stone door. But, eventually she manages to make out a few distinctive sounds. It sounded as if a large crank system was being turned, slowly. Then every once in a while in non specific intervals she’d hear a loud crack or two, followed by muffled grunts, or the occasional wail.
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The blonde half-elven courtier gets a somewhat confused look and turns to her rescuers. "I hear...something. Something's going on behind this door but if I had to guess this is not where the dwarven delegation is kept. Shall we continue?" Sabynn says quietly, ready to fall in line behind the blindfolded monk once more.
Perception to notice threats as the team moves on: 18
Flux had tensed up at the just softened sound of snapping necks. But after a glance revealed the story behind that, he'd leave her to her work without drawing further attention to it. Though anyone looking closely enough at the half-dwarf would see a touch more wetness about the forehead than was previously present...
At Present:
"Ehh, dat don't be telling us much of what ya -do- be hearing, lass. But if ya be figuring so, then by all means, lets crack on. Da sooner we can be finding me mates, da sooner we can maybe get to escaping dis place."Flux said just loud enough to be heard by the group. Then as if in concern for a look leveled his way, he quickly and nervously amends his words by saying, "'course not before we be crippling these fools by taking out da head of there little misguided gathering, e-eh?"
Then with all that said and a weak shrug, he then hurried along further down the eastern corridor for at the very least a peak around the northern bend.
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Ebele's ears are too busy concentrating on listening to, and for, all of her companions to be able to hear anything through the wall. She couldn't shed any light on the subject. However, Flux could soon share what he sees. Peeking around the northern bend he's greeted by none other than... another bend. Thus being the brave man that he is, he takes a look around that bend. He looks. He sees. He takes in the view. A whole hallway! There was even a door at the end. And would he just look at that, there was another bend to the north too.
"Well don't dat be it all."Flux murmured with a touch of amusement to his voice. "Looks like we got ourselves another door along the ways lads and lasses. And assume'n where quite done tiddling our tits over here, best we be off, savvy?"With that and the flashy of a sharky grin, the ever more embolden cleric would begin making his way down the corridor to its next bend, peek past it just to make sure the way was clear, then with a bit more pep to his step, stride right on over to the door just across the way and try to open it without a seeming care in the world.
... That is, if noone stops him before that last point.
"Music to some ears perhaps..."The white-haired half-elven courtier says with a wink to the pale firbolg. "...but no, not music, or any sound that would suggest there was a dwarven delegation held beyond that door."
Sabynn then cautiously but gracefuly follows along eastwards, blushing slightly at the bluish dwarf's words. She hadn't meant to stall their progress, just being cautious, but if her rescuers felt confident to march on she wouldn't argue, leaving the decisions with the others.
“We… are.”
“Devoted.”
”We… devoted.”
Much to Sabynn's further discomfort, they were being tested willingly and would protest any attempt to free them, feed them, or otherwise.
“We… initiates.”
“Initiates... we are.”
”We are… only initates.”
They were Cultists of the Howling Hatred, but they were honestly only initiates. Their knowledge would be fairly limited. Although, with Sabynn being the prettiest and nicest thing to grace their presence, they would continue to speak truthfully.
”We saw... where, unknown.”
”Saw… but didn't seee.”
”We... didn't see where.”
It seemed as though they did see dwarven prisoners pass through, however wouldn't of seen, and didn't know, exactly where their final destination was beyond their field of view.
Lewin would come to notice that the light here was natural and from the waterfall chasm in the north west, that he just passed, causing the obelisks to cast long shadows down the hallway.
Marching his way to the end of the corridor Flux would not only come to a cross roads of sorts, but he'd also hear music. Really loud music. And it was coming from the west.
Map
Zoom zoom
(Totally forgot to plug the bound initiates in there. But pretend I did. They're there.)
just an unstable unicorn.
Seeing no point in arguing about whether trying to live on air alone would be a sensible thing to do with your life, the white-haired half-elven cortier gives the three intiates of Howling Hatred a graceful curtsy. "Thank you for your assistance, we shall be on our way, my prayers will go to you in hopes that you will find a good life at the end of your trials." Sabynn says with a gracious tone before following the blindfolded monk southwards, assured they were at least on the right path to free the dwarven delegation.
"Well-...." Said Flux initially in response to Herse, only to stop and perk up at the music while letting a hand hover over the haft of an undrawn weapon. A moment later and he's hurrying to practically hug a nearby wall, before then peeking around the bend to the west, straining his ears and trying in vain to discern some familarity in the music.
(OOC: Not sure what type of check would it be other than maybe History, assuming a check is even needed. If so here's the roll with that in mind 7.
"Hmm... It be seeming we got some more distracted company 'round the bend here and beyond some doors." He says to the others, or at least loudly enough for Ebele, Hers, and Sabynn given their closeness at the time. "Doubt they'd be of a mind to serenade the delegates, so we could be ignoring the siren's call as it were. But then again, could be our musically inclined friends be knowing more than those fools by the pillars. In which case, does the Lady delegate here be of a mind to loosen some more tongues?" He asks, looking more pointedly to Sabynn before letting his gaze drift over the other party members. "Or do we be leaving dem to their songs while we carry on and onward on more easterly path. My vote is to silence the singers after wrangling out what we be wanting to know, BUT ya don't be needing to be telling dis one twice to seek our fortunes elsewhere."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"The noise seems a good cover to check the other passages that might more readily be assumed to be prisons. I vote we explore to the east," Lewin says, just loudly enough for the others to hear.
The white-haired half-elven courtier gives Flux an unsure look. She was just a freed prisoner and was happy to tag along and didn't expect to have any say in decisions being made, but Lewin's reasoning made sense to her so she smiles politely and nods in agreement with the Firbolg. "Better head east and free that dwarven delegation before the whole temple hunts us down." Sabynn dares to add in a soft polite tone.
Kerric:
From their rearguard Kerric nods in agreement with the plan to move on to the east. Let the cultists revel and stay out of their way.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
As the others step up to make the decision of what to do next, Ebele fades back a bit. Having sensed Sabynn’s discomfort with the cultist’s state, she’d wait for her to be distracted up front before carrying out her next task. Swiftly and efficiently, one after the other, the monk moves to the testing cultists, and snaps their necks. An act of mercy from the monk, and silencing of the cultists. Reaching two fingers out, she closes their eyes.
Catching up with the others Ebele nods. “We just going as far west down a hallway until we reach the end, or will we be checking out any doorways as we go east?” She asks as she starts walking to the east, running her fingers along the walls.
just an unstable unicorn.
Comforted to see the blindfolded monk back close, Sabynn gives her a small smile, blissfully unaware of her callous but necessary deeds.
"Let me just have a listen, maybe we can figure out where the dwarven delegation are held, and where there are simply another dreary chanting gathering going down." The white-haired half-elven courtier says with a wink and moves to place her delicately pointed ear at the door to the very southeast.
Perception: 19
Xalkas pads along quietly next to Kerric. Content to let the others lead for the time being. Mainly because he doesn’t have strong feelings about either direction in particular.
Passing the first door in the eastern hallway that faced north, Sabynn goes to the door at the end facing east. She places her ear against it, straining to listen. After a few moments, she couldn’t be sure if there’s anything to hear or not. The only sound that was reaching her ears was the sound of music from the other end of the hallway.
just an unstable unicorn.
Herse silently moves into the hall but stays towards the back guarding the rear of the group
Laissez les bons temps rouler
"Not a sound..." The blonde half-elven courtier turns and says quietly to her rescuers. "...maybe we should just continue over there." She continues, motioning to the corridor continuing to the northeast, but her curiosity quickly brings her over to the nearby door to the north where she gently places her ear to listen for imprisoned dwarven delegations.
Perception: 24
Moving to the other door, Sabynn presses her ear against that one to listen. This time she covers her ear exposed to the music to assist her in specifically applying her focus to what’s on the other side of the door. She has to strain and listen hard considering she’s trying to hear through a stone door. But, eventually she manages to make out a few distinctive sounds. It sounded as if a large crank system was being turned, slowly. Then every once in a while in non specific intervals she’d hear a loud crack or two, followed by muffled grunts, or the occasional wail.
just an unstable unicorn.
The blonde half-elven courtier gets a somewhat confused look and turns to her rescuers. "I hear...something. Something's going on behind this door but if I had to guess this is not where the dwarven delegation is kept. Shall we continue?" Sabynn says quietly, ready to fall in line behind the blindfolded monk once more.
Perception to notice threats as the team moves on: 18
Back at the hall in the before times:
Flux had tensed up at the just softened sound of snapping necks. But after a glance revealed the story behind that, he'd leave her to her work without drawing further attention to it. Though anyone looking closely enough at the half-dwarf would see a touch more wetness about the forehead than was previously present...
At Present:
"Ehh, dat don't be telling us much of what ya -do- be hearing, lass. But if ya be figuring so, then by all means, lets crack on. Da sooner we can be finding me mates, da sooner we can maybe get to escaping dis place." Flux said just loud enough to be heard by the group. Then as if in concern for a look leveled his way, he quickly and nervously amends his words by saying, "'course not before we be crippling these fools by taking out da head of there little misguided gathering, e-eh?"
Then with all that said and a weak shrug, he then hurried along further down the eastern corridor for at the very least a peak around the northern bend.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"You hear... something? What do you hear? More music?" Lewin asks Sabynn.
Ebele's ears are too busy concentrating on listening to, and for, all of her companions to be able to hear anything through the wall. She couldn't shed any light on the subject. However, Flux could soon share what he sees. Peeking around the northern bend he's greeted by none other than... another bend. Thus being the brave man that he is, he takes a look around that bend. He looks. He sees. He takes in the view. A whole hallway! There was even a door at the end. And would he just look at that, there was another bend to the north too.
just an unstable unicorn.
"Well don't dat be it all." Flux murmured with a touch of amusement to his voice. "Looks like we got ourselves another door along the ways lads and lasses. And assume'n where quite done tiddling our tits over here, best we be off, savvy?" With that and the flashy of a sharky grin, the ever more embolden cleric would begin making his way down the corridor to its next bend, peek past it just to make sure the way was clear, then with a bit more pep to his step, stride right on over to the door just across the way and try to open it without a seeming care in the world.
... That is, if noone stops him before that last point.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Music to some ears perhaps..." The white-haired half-elven courtier says with a wink to the pale firbolg. "...but no, not music, or any sound that would suggest there was a dwarven delegation held beyond that door."
Sabynn then cautiously but gracefuly follows along eastwards, blushing slightly at the bluish dwarf's words. She hadn't meant to stall their progress, just being cautious, but if her rescuers felt confident to march on she wouldn't argue, leaving the decisions with the others.
Kerric:
Kerric continues to guard the rear, weapon out and ready to leap into action should a door they bypassed fly open and disgorge foes.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"