"Sleep...that soundsh...nice...zzzzzzz" Gragas proceeded to have his head slam down loudly on the bar counter, causing a great sound to emanate throughout the tavern. By now the bystanders were fed up, and immediately the bartender was flooded with angry customers complaining about the disturbing champion.
Naturally, Gragas slept through all of this. All of the customers pointed to him, when Gragas produced a ear-shattering snore, proving the angry Noxians' points. The bartender tried to calm the riot down, but eventually, they were too much for him, and an arrangement was reached.
Upstairs, there was a single bed that nobody slept on, and it was very out of use. The whole population of the bar was required to lift him up, carry him up to the bed, and heave him onto the mattress. Gragas was still asleep, and he produced a slight smile when he was thrown into the bed, but he did not wake.
((This should be fun. An Ionian who is actually Karthus, a Noxian Blood Bride, and a drunken fat man. I am looking forward to it :D))
Post by The Deathsinger on Feb 25, 2013 0:00:31 GMT -5
After apologizing for the rowdy champion's behavior and seeing Caerys off for the night, Dorian retired to his own room. Once inside, he locked the door...And promptly shed his skin, revealing the skeletal figure underneath. "Finally....Ugh, how do people even LIVE in these things...." 'Dorian' muttered, stretching out his skeletal joints. "Soon enough I won't have to deal with any of this....But time will tell whether or not these two can deal with a Necromancer cult..." Having had a moment to breathe in his own bones, he donned the skinsuit and cast 'Gentle Repose' on himself and reforming his disguise. "Well, I might as well feign sleep to fool the living..."
(Indeed. But...First thing I thought of: Fastball special, much?)
Post by The Deathsinger on Feb 25, 2013 21:26:28 GMT -5
February 10, 23 CLE
Morning came with substantially less trouble than the night before. It was a bit difficult to rouse Gragas from his drink-induced sleep, but Caerys and Dorian managed to finally coax him out of bed and get on the road before the Rabble-Rouser lost himself in his drink, as he did the night before. As the trio could not rent horses or a carriage - for what steed would have the strength or courage to haul Gragas? - They set off towards the crypt, for what would become a four-day journey on foot.
The journey there was rather uneventful; The countryside had been scorched by the Burning Vengeance, and in some places the elemental's fires still burned. The terrible death that must have occured here....It was best not to think of it. Our mission was ahead, and we must carry on.
February 14, 23 CLE Midday, outside the Necromancers' Crypt The crypt itself was unimpressive, little more than stacked stones forming the mouth of a cave that lead into the earth below. Dorian glanced to his map, and nodded. "Well, this is it. We've reached the crypt."
Gragas was exhausted from the journey, as he did not enjoy traveling on foot. The journeys to Noxus or the Institue were enough for the large man, but having to carry packs as well? That was just too demanding for Gragas.
However, the group had finally reached their destination. Gragas stared at the old crypt in awe. Sure, the outside wasn't that exciting, but the idea of smashing some old bones together was rather exciting for The Rabble Rouser. "How old do you think this is?" Gragas asked, turning towards the Ionian.
Caerys drank up the contents of her waterskin and splashed her face with water. She hadn’t travelled in over a year and found that the sun no longer loved her. Her once tanned gypsy skin was now pale and the midday sun was like an uncomfortable abrasion rather than a gentle caress. She had applied sunscreen earlier and it still felt like she was some kind of night creature- unsurprising, how she was kept indoors to achieve this pallor.
Still, she was almost smiling to herself- to be on the road again was a blessing she did not hide her thankfulness for. Coupled with being finally rid of her arena attire, in place of normal travelling clothes. Despite her altered physique she felt at home once more on the road, even doing a merry dance a couple of times, to know what it was like to dance for one's own joy.
She was smiling and about ready to keep walking down the road when Dorian told them of their arrival.
“Already? Well then. I suppose we are to delve courageously into the unknown, like adventurers. Perhaps master Gragas should go first. With a lantern.” She took out her own lantern, and offered it to the big man. As it was close quarters the flail was her weapon of choice, until the situation changed.
Post by The Deathsinger on Feb 26, 2013 0:48:16 GMT -5
"Oh, I cannot say for sure....." Dorian shrugged in response to Gragas' question. "But there are rumors saying that was constructed between the first and second Rune Wars. We'd best be careful on our way in..." Dorian warned as they approached the gaping maw of the crypt, which revealed a moss-covered stone stairwell going deep into the darkness beneath the earth.
"Yes, I believe Caerys has a definite point...Gragas should go first." A snap of his fingers lit Caerys' lantern, and a muttered incantation summoned a magelight which hovered over Dorian's shoulder. "Well, down we go, unto the breach...Who knows what lie in the dark down there..."
____________________________________________________ (OOC from here to post's end.) Right then! to give this a sense of challenge, I am implementing a dice-roller system. From time to time, I will ask that you roll a D20. You can either do this IRL or use a Dice Roller to make this roll. Depending upon the task at hand, and what your roll is, I will give you a rough description of the results of your actions.
No, I will not try to kill off your characters. Honestly, I doubt that, unless you do something obscenely stupid, either of you will come away from this with anything more than your spoils and a few cuts and bruises. But still, the dice system spices up RPs like this.
Happy Gaming, and may the Schwartz be with you!
P.S.: If you'd like me to construct a dungeon map, and post the images here, then I will be more than willing to do so.
Gragas laughed. "Let's get going, shall we?" He chortled.. He was about to sprint down the crypt when he looked over the edge of the stairs. He gulped. Even though he saw Dorian light a match, he knew he was going to be in near darkness, and that was a rather mild fear of Gragas'. However, with confirmed knowledge of undead being in the crypt, the Rabble Rouser was cautionary as he descended into the darkness.
Caerys carried her lantern in one hand, her flail in the other. As they descended the crypt, she would make a chalk mark on the wall to denote where'd they come from. She kept the light source at a low angle, as she didn't want to tire from carrying it.
She was in between these two figures, and felt like she should have considered more space.
"... Perhaps Gragas should use a stick to ensure we do not run into traps." She suggested.
Post by The Deathsinger on Feb 27, 2013 0:50:48 GMT -5
Darkness consumed the trio of adventurers as they descended into the crypt and entered a narrow hallway. One branching chamber could be seen from the flickering light provided by the lantern and Dorian's Magelight, but the rest of the tunnel beyond that was shrouded in darkness. Once their eyes adjusted to the darkness, however, things might become a bit easier to view down here.
Dorian was clearly amazed at the interior of the crypt, and produced a notebook in an attempt to decypher a patch of runic script on the wall. "Here lies..." He began translating. "The cult of...Hm. I don't know that word..." He scribbled the runes in question down on his notebook ad moved on to another part of the inscription. "That looks too far worn for me to read...That our...Could be lives, could be souls....might join...Someone's name...in not-death. Not-death? That set of runes always had a controversial translation...It could mean unlife, cold be afterlife..." He wrote down the entire inscription and returned his attention to the party. "Yes, there could be traps ahead..." Dorian said, glancing around at what he could see of the cobblestone tunnel. "Did anyone bring a stick or something? Although..I'm fairly certain that these necromancers would be far less obvious than that...Still. Better to be safe than sorry."
"Hmm...let me think...oh yes, I've got one right 'ere!" Gragas fiddled with the contents of his pack before pulling out a stirring stick. He typically used it to stir brews, but for now it would be a trap tester.
Gragas was carrying his pack, and the magical barrel that he was used to hoisting on the Fields. He figured that the barrel itself would be sufficient protection from what creatures lied in the crypt, but as Dorian read the inscription on the wall, Gragas became a bit more afraid. He quickly shrugged the thought away. He could always use force, to.
"Righto! Let's head a bit deeper. You promised skeletons, didn't ya?" Gragas chuckled, trying to break the ice of eeriness. Gragas proceeded to cautiously step into the darkness, poking the ground frequently to check for any false bottoms, triggers, or trap doors.
The flail hung freely as Caerys swung it about, gripping the weapon handle for reassurance. She followed behind Gragas as he went straight, 'follow the right hand wall', she always thought whenever in a maze or unknown location.
She looked around as well, keeping quiet as she observed with her own eyes and lantern. Perhaps if she was lucky she could spot something that might go unnoticed. "It's quiet down here. Too quiet." She said, an ominous statement to say in this situation.
As they passed by the other hallway she spent a moment to peer into the dark path not yet taken, before following Gragas straight.
Post by The Deathsinger on Feb 28, 2013 1:19:34 GMT -5
"Good....That may very well save you a limb." Dorian tried to make light of the situation, but the darkness and silence were starting to get to him as well. "And yes... They should be here somewhere...."
(Be careful what you wish for. )
"Well...What a comforting statement, Caerys." Dorian took note of the blood bride's comment. "It's not like we have Sona with us to provide a running musical score..."
As Caerys peered into the hallway, she would realize that it was not a hallway, but instead a burial chamber with one coffin in full view, and the corners of possibly two others illuminated by the lantern's light. From within the chamber, a light scraping noise broke the heavy silence, but it did nothing to still our fear.
Gragas pause when he heard the scraping noise down the other hallway. "Oi...wot's that?" Gragas peered into the burial chamber, his interest becoming more invested into the chamber. "Hmm...I think we should go check that out..."
The Rabble Rouser turned and headed into the burial room, tapping the ground every few feet or so as to check for any traps.
"Yes indeed. We do not want to be... blocked off by something when we leave this place." Caerys agreed, not needing to inform them as they've heard the noises from the burial chamber.
"Don't worry, I have your back." She reassured, letting the big man go first. She slowly scanned the room, right to left, with her lantern light.
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