Winter in Frejlord was a harsh, unforgiving time. The Sky had been darkening all day, the smell of rain or sleet thick in the air. Now it slowly begun to fall, accompanied by loud peals of thunder that rolled across the landscape. The heatless sun is hidden behind massive storm clouds, and a cold wind blows from the north. As bolts of lightning streaks from sky to ground and hail begins pelting the earth, the need for shelter becomes obvious.
In the distance of this vast, flat landscape, a large dolmen carved into a hill rises from the ground, illuminated in the darkening storm by the lightning. It seems made of thick stone and was solid, and may yet provide some kind of shelter, or perhaps some outcropping at least- the alternative being to endure this storm.
Post by Robert Iguna on Feb 28, 2013 20:13:41 GMT -5
Robert shuddered as the harsh winds outside blew into the side of the cave. Robert crawled farther into it. His friends sat behind him, one of them crying. The four of them had ran following Nunu, hoping to help. But the cold stopped them. Robert looked out, hoping for help to be coming. He heard the low whistle of the wind, and the sounds of heavy footsteps outside. His friends big brother walked in the cave, gasping for air. Robert hopped up, "Owen are you O.K.?" Owen grimaced and fell down, an arrow piercing through his right thigh. Robert screamed and ran outside into the cold, screaming, yelling winds and snow. Robert yelled as loud as he could, hoping that the noise would travel. "Someone! Anyone! Please! Help! We have a hurt person with us!" His voice layered with desperation traveled as far as it could. If anyone heard, Robert would not know for sometime.
Robert collapsed, his hands at his side. He screamed out of desperation, his rage building. He walked back into the cave, his friends sat around the fire, He sat down with them, his friend Joey tending to his brother, who just sat there crying about some sort of hunter out there. Robert looked outside, scared out of his mind. "Will anyone help us?" he asked himself. "Nunu is out there somewhere, and I will find him, with, or without my friends" ((Thinking of expanding my OC to Nunu's Ambassadors))
They sat there, waiting for the storm to subside, grasping the slim chance of hope they might have. Robert prayed, he prayed, and he prayed some more. If he was going to die, let him go to whatever religion's heaven he could go too.
Thats when he heard it, the slight sound of crisp boots moving outside. Robert not trusting anyone or anything drew his blade. The blade glowed a dull gray, at the moment the blade held a feeling of hopelessness. Then he saw the figure in the light.
Adel and her traveling partners had been only entered Freljord while the climate started to worsen by the minute they didn’t had a compass so traveling on a storm would prove too dangerous and stupid. Then the storm came making the look for a shelter more urgent “” [Maybe we should take shelter there.]” She said to her partners. She then walked towards the cave direction and entered the cave and saw the wounded child inside the cave terrified and on the offensive with his blade ready. […Do you want me to help you with that or can you patch yourself up?]
Post by Almyra Bys on Feb 28, 2013 23:36:38 GMT -5
Almyra followed closely behind Adelheid, concerned for her arm. She was unsure of what she could do to help, having no experience with treating such injuries. Hearing voices inside the cave after Adelheid entered, she followed to see the man holding a blade. She made no move herself, and remained silent, allowing Adelheid to speak.
Elenwe somehow found herself travelling with the two mages into Frejlord, but she did not anticipate the speed at which the weather changed.
She had told them to go ahead and not wait for her, as first as she wanted to pick some roots buried under the ground. The next thing she knew, she found herself slipping into a crevice; she did not channel her precognition, given that it consumed her energy quickly, and as such fell.
"Ow... Adel? Almyra? Is anyone there...?" Spooks called out loudly, afraid, looking up from the icy bottom of a ravine, as the storm raged above. She sighed, at least the chasm was quiet and peaceful.
((Tekun needs a spot to get into the rp))
The people who so rapidly sheltered in the cave would find it was not a cave at all- but a Frejlordian clan tomb. The entrance had been broken open some time ago, and the bats and rats inside were none too happy to receive such unwelcome guests. Bats harried the encamped visitors, while Rats scurried all about them.
The tomb's long hall of memories stretched much deeper into the hill, a long dark corridor of shadows and mystery. Who was to know what lay at the bottom...
Post by Tekun Valos on Mar 1, 2013 22:45:13 GMT -5
The Immortal Soldier was traveling through the ice and snow of the land once more by lantern light…a voice on the wind caught his ear and he went to it. Someone calling out for someone…he didn’t recognize either name but if someone was in need and he neglected to aid they would likely perish in the cold. He made his way carefully to a crevice, the place where he was fairly certain he had heard the sound. He placed the lantern at the base of the ledge and looked down.
“Hello?! Someone down there? I heard a voice. Are you in need of aid? Are you hurt?”
Elenwe perked up at hearing a voice, though was a bit disappointed when she saw it to be a stranger. She looked at her legs and arms, using her second sight to check for internal injuries, despite the gruesome nature of peering beneath one's skin.
"I am... unharmed. I have bruised my ankles, but... no broken bones. I could use a rope out of here."
Post by Garth Marxian on Mar 3, 2013 3:24:54 GMT -5
Garth had never ventured up to Frejilord in his life before, so it was safe to say he did not know what to expect when a storm came suddenly out of nowhere! Garth struggled against the harsh winds and snow. The worst of it all was the cold. He swore to the gods he had never been so cold in his life! It seems he had made the right choice by choosing to wear a heavy leather coat over his usual attire. Otherwise he might be extremely close to freezing to death.
Not to mention, he had got separated from his group! The wind made it hard to hear, and much harder to see! However, for now he could not concern himself with such issues. He had to focus on one thing and that was his survival. He searched for shelter, he still had a little food in his pack. So he would be okay as long as he divided his rations out to sustain himself.
The good news is that for shelter he discovered a cave, and not only that but other people! He entered the cave, "Excuse me..are you all lost in the storm as well?"
Zaun science is killing far more than its saving. I want to put a stop to that!
Almyra turned to look at Garth as she heard his voice. "Lost would imply that we each have a set destination that we are trying to reach and have been brought off of our intended path. I suspect that Adelheid or the others may consider themselves to be lost, I do not, as I have no destination." She looked around, then turned to Adelheid. "Elenwe has not caught up to us yet, do you think we should try to search for her." She was not bothered at all by the rats or bats, so long as they did not try to bite or otherwise harm her.
“[Translation: She is always lost.] [And I’m not lost inside a storm right now I’m lost inside this tomb cave thing.][And the kid seems lost in general]” Then Adelheid looked at the bat and rats wondering if they would attack her. “” She starts looking for things to burn mostly ignoring the other two travelers.
Last Edit: Mar 3, 2013 19:03:25 GMT -5 by Adelheid
The blizzard outside raged even further, now making it a life risk to be outside shelter. For better or for worse, the people had only themselves now in this cavern-tomb.
The main chamber they were in was large- larger than it appeared outside, mostly because it sloped downwards into the earth. Three wide sections, separated by stairs, divided the room. It was a large and dark place, and anyone who would investigate the chamber would find a large stone double door at each wall, locked. Three walls, three doors.
The door in the center was larger than the others, and had Frejlordian warnings and omens that basically said 'DO NOT ENTER' on it.
The walls were lined with the tales and history of a frejlordian clan, but it would take a scholar or native to understand them.
The blizzard would likely rage on for awhile. Were these strangers simply going stay in place and talk the storm? Or, were they curious enough to stir the mysteries of this place?
((I'm gonna keep Spooks and Tek away and join up later, due to the many characters.))
Almyra began to assist Adel in gathering something to burn, but was quickly drawn to the carvings on the walls. She walked up to them and looked more closely, running her hand along them. She continued moving along one of the walls until she reached a door. She decided to see if it was enchanted at all, and created a simple stick using her chaos magic, then tried to push it into the door. If it was enchanted, the stick would not go through the door, or at least up up resistance if it was a weak enchantment. If there was none, it would simply pass through the door.
Adelheid explored the Cave/tomb thing looking for log and things to burn when she stumbled with the doors “” She said before trying to open the central one.
Post by Garth Marxian on Mar 5, 2013 21:22:36 GMT -5
Garth started at the two woman like they were...odd, which they most likely were. Especially the one who responded first, the other seemed more sane. Then there was the third with a blade and a group of people. Part of him wanted to give a witty retort to Adelheid's response, but thought better of it. Then the other mentioned something about someone else, but it seemed the storm took a turn for the worse. While Garth wanted to go back out, he might get lost himself and they might never find him or the other.
The other two did not seemed concerned and began to make a fire, and flat out ignored him. That was certainly a first, granted Garth did not expect women to be all over him, but to ignore other human in these conditions? Well each to their own. He noted the writing on the walls, seemed tribal and old very old. Though he did not know what it meant, but decided to follow the other two, "My name is Garth Marxian by the way. Any idea of what we might find in here?"
Zaun science is killing far more than its saving. I want to put a stop to that!
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