Del
Heraldry of Nise
Listening to the floating lady in the sky...
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Post by Del on Sept 4, 2013 7:28:09 GMT
As they make their way to the designated rendezvous point Del makes little in the form of small talk. he instead insists to travels several feet ahead and doesnt seem to want at first to stop for breaks... He is holding out until others might request a break... he always seems to follow shortly after as if just holding out to be seen as a stronger link.
"So deserts are hot... check... deserts are full of sand... check... deserts do not in facts have anything in common with desserts... Think I have mastered all the desert lore I want to claim to know. Anyone care to explain whats so damn important about walking though he desert? Why couldn't we have scouted out the nice breezy plains to the east... I mean there is water there... and cool breezes... and wind! and shade! and Hiding spots! and little to no sand!"
He asks as if its on everyone's mind but doesn't wait for an answer as he simply finds a place to sit in someones shadow... he takes turns and does little talking once he picks a shadow to sit in... no risk of offending his shadow donor...
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Post by Lector on Sept 4, 2013 16:36:26 GMT
The scorching sun watches as the group moves forward. Lector moves slightly away from Ryful so he doesn't accidentally brush up against the metallic lining in his mane. He found out the hard way that the sun heats up those parts to skin burning temperatures. He moves to rub his hand as he remembers the stinging sensation from earlier.
The heat radiates in the horizon cooking the sky. He looks around to see his caravan filled with hooded soldiers. Lector did not dress properly for the desert. His head was exposed and his cloth were heavy. The heat beats down on him roasting him in his own gear.
The little ninja leads the way balancing nimbly on the dunes as he glides across. I hope he doesn't led us to another Remorhaz The wind kicks up sand into his face. Two more days he thought to himself.
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Del
Heraldry of Nise
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Post by Del on Sept 4, 2013 18:45:42 GMT
There is a moment that the party realizes the little ninja is not in sight. Rather he has fallen back and is idly watching the odd beast following Lector.
"Is that a goat... with a mane?"
He moves forward again and walks next to it all the while chewing on a piece of ration.
"A metallic maned goat?"
He shrugs at the though a starts to lead the group slightly west to avoid the next uphill dune. How he manages to not die from heat exhaustion while wear black cloth in the burning heat is starting to make sense as he has been ensuring any chance to travel in the shade of a dune is taken... Also his questions tend to bring the thought of a small break to the group.
"Anyone low on water?"
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Post by Lector on Sept 4, 2013 19:13:06 GMT
Ryful swings around to face Del. "Do I look like a goat to you?" he growls. "That's my Eidolon" explained Lector "think of him as an extension of my consciousness. You can call him Ryful" Lector turns around, his bangs part from the wind revealing a glowing rune on his forehead. Ryful's claws sank into the sand as with every step leaving behind an ephemeral mark, quickly swept away by the desert wind. The desert did not take too kindly to it's visitors, it tried to erase any marks of a traveler's existence. It did not even have the patience to wait for travelers to pass through. It wished to bury all underneath the sand so nothing can disturb it's smoothed surface. A dark cloud black as a moonless loomed in the distance. It howled death and desired to drain sustenance from all living things. Hundreds of whirling tendrils whip through the air growing larger as it picks up more sand. "Sand storm!!" yelled one of the guards.
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Del
Heraldry of Nise
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Post by Del on Sept 4, 2013 19:34:40 GMT
As if to defy mother nature herself the halfling does not react instantaneous to the storm but rather tries to continue to converse with Lector and Ryful.
"Well Ill have you know that remorrazz is classified as a centipede... So goat could be utilized very liberally here. Do you run on magic juice?"
At this point the halfling ensures his scarf is properly placed and alters his stance to not so much fight the wind and sand but flow with it and bend it.
"No disrespect of course... I like goats and you seems jolly enough..."
He looks around for a moment.
"I do however suggest we press upwards towards to top of this dune and utilize it as partial defense against being buried... have a digging tool at the ready... just in case of course."
With that he scurries to the dune and leans back as he marches up the dune holding his arms tucked over his eyes and nose to create a gap of air.
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Post by Lector on Sept 4, 2013 20:36:35 GMT
"Cover your face, cover your mouth, and cover your eyes, for the sand will violated everything" shouted Lector, recalling the little he knows learned about sandstorms.
Everyone follows Del and makes for the high ground. Ryful crouches into the sand and turns his head away. Lector slides into Ryful's side, his rock like scales still hot to the touch but bearable through clothing. A few others gather near him, there wasn't much to hide behind around here. He covers his head and puts his face against Ryful's side. His surroundings darken as thunder rumbles closer. The wind picks up seeking the life of those inexperience with the treacheries of the dunes. His vision is completely darkened as rain and sand pellet his back. A merchant shouts something in a foreign tongue and makes a run for it only to be shoved into the trenches never to be heard from again.
The wind howls louder and louder, everyone braces themselves covering everything they could. Eventually the storm passes. The high ground they once stood on blended in with the rest of the desert. Little mounds of sand burst open as soldiers and travelers spring forth from their temporary shelter. The treacherous desert has delayed the sultan's men it'll be another 3 days before they may add new land to their kingdom.
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Post by sylyle on Sept 4, 2013 21:23:53 GMT
Having Meditated for the previous day upon the hill in fine view of the Desert and the hills, ChanG in his bright orange and gold cloths, sits there an almost beacon.
Having a party approach from the Southern direction ChanG waits patiently... If these are those whom he is to meet then He shall greet them stoicly. Calm, be calm, new is not always bad just different. Be one with ones self and all will work well.
The party seems to consist of a beast and a small person along with one of medium height. ChanG never having met the Halfling race before.
A great moving cloud sweeps across the Sand. The dark swirlling from this distance is awe inspiring. The cloud seeming to come from nowhere moving swiftly and quickly disappearing over the horizon.
Destiny lies Ahead. The party passing him by.
Getting up ChanG starts after them, arriving as they are still gathering scattered supplies.
Walking boldly and yet cautiously toward the group he calmly waits to be addressed.
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Del
Heraldry of Nise
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Post by Del on Sept 4, 2013 22:45:04 GMT
As the party all gets up there is no direct visual of the ninja... once again. However upon closer examination of the site some might notice that there is a reed poking out of the sands.
It takes several more moments before the little halfling finally rolls over and reveals himself several paces off of where the reed is poking out.
He walks over to the reed while brushing himself off and then plucks the it from its spot in the ground.
"Ah well shame there was not a force to be reckoned with causing the storm... My misdirection would have assured us a sound victory!"
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Post by Lector on Sept 5, 2013 1:20:45 GMT
Lector pats himself down vigorously to remove all the sand. Ryful stands up and gives a quick shake, splashing him with wet sand. Lector glares at him only to be met with a chuckle.
Off in the distance an orange blob draws near. It could be none other than Chang. He's only had limited conversations with the monk before, he had no idea they would be meeting out here.
As he draws closer he can be heard screaming "God damn sandstorm, you break down my sandy wall last time!!!"
"I see you're as lively as ever, Chang. What brings you out here?"
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Post by sylyle on Sept 5, 2013 5:33:34 GMT
ChanG bows deep and has a puzzled look on his face as he pulls back the hood of his robes. "I see you know me, yet I know not your face. But the Wind, the Light and my feet do bring me here." ChanG smiles. "You must be Lector the one whom I know not, but does know me. We seem to have similar fates which have drawn us together." His words are slow and almost overly pronounced.
Getting a good look at the Monk his face seems disfigured. One eye is visibly higher than the other. The skin a milky white and no hair grows on the front half of his head. The strangely crafted bow he carries might draw an eye, if the face of the Monk were not drawing the sight back to the face.
"I think you have something for me to see? I think I have something for you to see. If now would be a good time." decidedly not looking down to Del.
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Del
Heraldry of Nise
Listening to the floating lady in the sky...
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Post by Del on Sept 5, 2013 7:38:00 GMT
The halfling peers up at the old man and begins to assess the situation.
"So hi... I'm Del... Yeah... Down here. Mind telling me why exact we are out in the desert observing sand weather patterns?"
Crossing his arms and furrowing his brow. It's obvious in his tone but the body language drives home the fact this ninja is bored and annoyed.
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Post by Lector on Sept 5, 2013 15:28:51 GMT
They set out to survey the land for the sultanate. Del scurries ahead to lead the way. "Tracks" he reports as he continues to follow it. "That's weird they stop here."
He moves ahead attempting to pick up the tracks again. The tracks were fresh, clearly engraved into the wet sand but stopped as if it teleported away.
Lector marches on ahead. Suddenly the ground caves in, he sees the horizon soar as he falls down the hole. His back lands on a hard surface but continues to slide down. Sand rains down obscuring his vision as the tunnel twists and turns. The incline abruptly ends as he flies off and lands on his stomach. He inhales a handful of sand as he attempts to catch his breath. He coughs vigorously to recover. Ryful leaps in after him, gracefully sliding down. His claws ignite sparks as he glides down the rocky surface. The others contemplate following.
Lector studies his surroundings, the darkness and silence descends on him and the small sticky puddle of lukewarm liquid his palm landed in soon after falling. Trying to pad his way around the blackness that surrounded him, he only found more darkness. It was still cloudy out, no light found its way through the turns. A familiar smell filled his nostrils, he inched closer to it and bumps into something soft and limp. "A dead horse" Ryful says as he lands. "Oh good you can see better then me down here." "Looks like its hit it's head on a rock" He quickly discarded his focus on it and instead tried to feel around the place he found himself in, a place he couldn't see anything. The pitch dark cave stared back at him. More debris slide down the tunnel, perhaps the others decided to follow.
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Del
Heraldry of Nise
Listening to the floating lady in the sky...
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Post by Del on Sept 5, 2013 16:30:18 GMT
Running over to where Lector was last seen Del begins Shouting down to him, the halfling peers into the whole and winces at the sight.
"You are not suppose to fall into the holes!"
Trying to angle a better view he circles around but stays away from the actual hole.
"What do you see? Other than stars.... and sand..."
Del then proceeds to kick a small clump of stone and sand down the hole to gauge the actual drop height.
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Post by Lector on Sept 5, 2013 16:44:58 GMT
Inaudible echoes beckon Lector's attention. "See... sand" was all he could pick up. He rolls his eyes and shouts back "I'm going to look for an exit!!"
He catches his breath from the latest of coughing fits – the air, even if dark in front of him, no doubt still being full of dust – he stood, trying to asses the situation. A task seemingly easy, but it still took some time for the disoriented mage to complete. He was certain there was a cut on his thigh and shoulder, and the back of his head felt especially sensitive, but he was standing and in one piece with no major injuries and miraculously nothing broken. He scoffed to himself feeling around his torso for any injuries and finding mere scratches and bruises.
He stood still listening for any sounds or signs, but besides the faint echoes of small rocks tipping over and rolling down, and his own breathing, the cave was silent.
He looks in Ryful's general direction hoping his summon could aid in his escape. Ryful shakes his head, only the chime of his metallic mane swaying back and forth could be heard. Suddenly he thought he heard something so he held his breath and listened as best as he could, as no matter how wide his eyes got and no matter how hard he tried to see anything, the darkness around him was thick and shapeless. He had to rely Ryful's darkvision. "Lead the way"
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Del
Heraldry of Nise
Listening to the floating lady in the sky...
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Post by Del on Sept 5, 2013 16:48:50 GMT
The lil halfling looks at the rest of the group...
"I think he hit is head..."
He shouts down the hole louder than before
"I think you hit your head."
He looks back the the group.
"yeah he hit his head... Anyone got rope? he thinks he will find an exit..."
The exit part is done in air quotes.
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