Christos La Krail (
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knightsoflegend2016-02-20 04:41 pm
Entry tags:
xibalba ♔ sublime | like a heartbeat | in its own beat

Heartbeat - Gazelle Twin
WHO || Christos, Risa, Gaz, Ella, Katniss, Dante [closed]
WHAT || The Knights explore several drow raids stemming from a series of caverns in Belize
WHERE || Cave of the Crystal Sepulchre, Belize
WHEN || March (date TBD)
HOW || Actionspam (single thread)
[ Travel to the Mountain Nature Reserve goes smoothly, and as promised, a woman who works for the park meets them and escorts them within as 'researchers', guiding them towards the area near the cavern entrances. She speaks very fluent English and makes it clear that she's willing to put her job at risk getting them in there if it means putting a halt to these attacks before waiting for it to get cleared through red tape with the authorities. She stops them at the cave mouth, nodding at the entrance. ]
From here, you must swim inside of the cave, and then wade up the river within for about a kilometer before you will reach dry ground. The caverns stretch within for another few kilometers. Will you be alright from here?

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"What kinda weapon you use? Knife?" he asks gruffly as christos, who slips himself slightly between katniss and the illithid. visible beyond them is a tunnel out of this area that leads down into a wide series of buildings that seem to be built here underground. only those with darkvision can make out the few sentries down there, wearing archaic looking white tabards bearing leering black skulls. ]
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Yeah, how'd you know?
[ she might take some of the cheese because she's hungry and lol if it's poisoned it's not like it'll kill her. ]
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when he speaks, its in rasping english, his voice a terrifying and unearthly sound.
"I have much more interesting items, if travelers can pay..." he says. the dark dwarves flash him annoyed looks, even as they work on getting ella her knife and cheese, and demanding a few gold pieces from her. hope she has some on her...
christos pointedly ignores the illithid, speaking to the dwarves instead. ]
This city. What is it called?
[ that draws another suspicious glance between them, but the merchant says: "This is Szith Morcane. Home of your kind." he raises his eyebrows at christos like duh bitch how did you not know that ]
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to the mind flayer: ] What's your price, then?
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"What kind of items interest you, child?" ]
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Just gonna...stare at the ground with her fists clenched.]
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christos exchanges a look with her as subtly as he can. ] Szith Morcane, she means. Regional translation. [ he stares the mind flayer down, as if he knows fully well how stupid it is to try to lie to one, and doesn't give a fuck. tentacles wave a bit from side to side as the illithid fixes its attention on him instead, but if it's caught him in the lie, it doesn't call him on it.
"The outpost itself has changed hands now. Those exiled from Maerimydra find themselves unwelcome there, if they will not accept the word of the new goddess. I imagine many will be leaving to the surface, if they can find no further refuge below." ]
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"Then they will return and make war. Either way, I will have business." ]
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Nothing like making a profit off of war.
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[ the mind flayer lets out a horrible hissing noise that might double as laughter, and before he can truly respond, christos says: ] Right. I think we should be moving on.
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Right. Lovely chat, toodle-oo.
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[She's not disagreeing, she just doesn't understand. They came here and they haven't really figured out anything yet.]
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[i mean ... just checking ... ]
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They believe they're still in Faerun. [ he glances back over his shoulder towards the mart, and then fixes each of them with a stare ] And there's a war between the followers of two gods down here that is likely to boil to the surface.
Wynn needs to know about this, and decide what more is to be done. Our job was to do no more than scout out what was happening, and I think we've ascertained as much quite clearly.
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