[semi-locked] Event Post: In the barrow den.
Who: The four accused Dragonsworn, and anyone they ask to come along.
Where: A barrow den just outside Silverglen Retreat.
When: Variably between May 16th-23rd.
What: A barrow den. Eight foot tall killer bear-men. Dragonsworn on a mission.
Warnings: Inevitably violence. Will update as needed.
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Nestled away in a shadowy part of the night elven forests is the barrow den Ysiel spoke of. You've been asked to clear it of a horde of furbolgs, and the evidence of their encroachment is obvious even before you set foot past the threshold of the den into its black depths -- pottery is smashed, the trees around it are scored by huge claw marks, the masonry is splattered with mud and blood from what looks like a fresh hunt. Whatever got these creatures into such a rage must be serious, but there's not much time to worry about that now. If the furbolg are allowed to stay in the den so close to the Retreat, it's only a matter of time before they spread to the village. Ysiel and her few warriors are good enough to handle most anything that comes their way, but a furbolg invasion would be pushing it.
Just beyond the ornately-carved doorway the stone path curves down and around, lit only by sporadically-placed lanterns. Only one way to go: deeper.
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Once you reach the den proper, it's clear that the little house above was only the tip of the iceberg. Cavernous is the only way to describe the place; the ceilings are so high that the little lanterns that illuminated the walkway so well before only shine small rings of light below them here, leaving most of the den in darkness. Over the years, the roots of ancient trees have burst through the ceiling and they cast twisted shadows all around the earthen walls. If it isn't for the delicate scrollwork on a supporting arch here or there, it'd be impossible to tell that this place wasn't simply grown straight from the earth. Such is the night elven style.
It's a few hundred yards in before you find your first furbolg. Even dwarfed as it is by the tall ceilings and grand scale of the den, it's clear from afar that this thing is huge: eight feet tall on its hind legs with broad, furred shoulders and massive paws bigger than a man's head. With its paws at its side its claws extend nearly to the ground, practically sharpening themselves on the stone path as they trudge around aimlessly. A dozen or more of the things prowl the hallways leading further underground. Some even have crude weapons: a cleaver, a rusty sword, a gnarled staff. Ysiel had said that these bear-men were reasonable (if reclusive) neighbors before, implying intelligence-- but there's no trace of intelligence in these creatures. They seem to do nothing but stand around, occasionally swiping at the air in a sudden rage or gorging on one of the stag corpses from their recent hunt.
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The hallways get steadily more twisted and confusing to navigate as you make your way further down into the den. Dark, cramped passages branch off the main run -- these are empty and practically untouched by the furbolg, and the supplies the elves had kept here are still intact in chests built into little alcoves in the stone walls. It's relatively safe to rest here.
The main passageway eventually opens up into a large, two-storied chamber. A central pillar connected to the main pathway by two staircases overlooks a bottom floor occupied by half a dozen more furbolg-- and what might just be their leader. The bear-man is easily over ten feet tall, eyes like green coals and back and shoulders riddled with elven arrows that look like toothpicks on his hulking mass. He wields a battleaxe in both paws, like the ones the Burning Legion's felguards use.
With the death of this last, monstrous furbolg, the threat to the Retreat is removed. There's nothing left for it but to return to Ysiel with the grisly proof of the beasts' demise.
[ Plotting Post/Questions | Silverglen Retreat Log | Wrap-up Post ]
Where: A barrow den just outside Silverglen Retreat.
When: Variably between May 16th-23rd.
What: A barrow den. Eight foot tall killer bear-men. Dragonsworn on a mission.
Warnings: Inevitably violence. Will update as needed.
[ 1 ]
Nestled away in a shadowy part of the night elven forests is the barrow den Ysiel spoke of. You've been asked to clear it of a horde of furbolgs, and the evidence of their encroachment is obvious even before you set foot past the threshold of the den into its black depths -- pottery is smashed, the trees around it are scored by huge claw marks, the masonry is splattered with mud and blood from what looks like a fresh hunt. Whatever got these creatures into such a rage must be serious, but there's not much time to worry about that now. If the furbolg are allowed to stay in the den so close to the Retreat, it's only a matter of time before they spread to the village. Ysiel and her few warriors are good enough to handle most anything that comes their way, but a furbolg invasion would be pushing it.
Just beyond the ornately-carved doorway the stone path curves down and around, lit only by sporadically-placed lanterns. Only one way to go: deeper.
[ 2 3 ]
Once you reach the den proper, it's clear that the little house above was only the tip of the iceberg. Cavernous is the only way to describe the place; the ceilings are so high that the little lanterns that illuminated the walkway so well before only shine small rings of light below them here, leaving most of the den in darkness. Over the years, the roots of ancient trees have burst through the ceiling and they cast twisted shadows all around the earthen walls. If it isn't for the delicate scrollwork on a supporting arch here or there, it'd be impossible to tell that this place wasn't simply grown straight from the earth. Such is the night elven style.
It's a few hundred yards in before you find your first furbolg. Even dwarfed as it is by the tall ceilings and grand scale of the den, it's clear from afar that this thing is huge: eight feet tall on its hind legs with broad, furred shoulders and massive paws bigger than a man's head. With its paws at its side its claws extend nearly to the ground, practically sharpening themselves on the stone path as they trudge around aimlessly. A dozen or more of the things prowl the hallways leading further underground. Some even have crude weapons: a cleaver, a rusty sword, a gnarled staff. Ysiel had said that these bear-men were reasonable (if reclusive) neighbors before, implying intelligence-- but there's no trace of intelligence in these creatures. They seem to do nothing but stand around, occasionally swiping at the air in a sudden rage or gorging on one of the stag corpses from their recent hunt.
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The hallways get steadily more twisted and confusing to navigate as you make your way further down into the den. Dark, cramped passages branch off the main run -- these are empty and practically untouched by the furbolg, and the supplies the elves had kept here are still intact in chests built into little alcoves in the stone walls. It's relatively safe to rest here.
The main passageway eventually opens up into a large, two-storied chamber. A central pillar connected to the main pathway by two staircases overlooks a bottom floor occupied by half a dozen more furbolg-- and what might just be their leader. The bear-man is easily over ten feet tall, eyes like green coals and back and shoulders riddled with elven arrows that look like toothpicks on his hulking mass. He wields a battleaxe in both paws, like the ones the Burning Legion's felguards use.
With the death of this last, monstrous furbolg, the threat to the Retreat is removed. There's nothing left for it but to return to Ysiel with the grisly proof of the beasts' demise.
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Yeah, plenty! Don't worry, I won't drag you down.
[He looks at the guy in nearly full armor.]
Are you a knight?
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[He's skeptical, but he won't kick him out just yet.]
A mercenary.
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Oh, okay.
[So like... an Enutrof, maybe. Except he doesn't have a shovel, so maybe not.
This world is so strange.]
What's your name?
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It's Kaneis. From the Red Flight.
[That summed it up well enough, right?]
Are you ready? I don't know who else got sent to do this.
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Red flight... So you know Mari? [Maridian, but Yugo is kind of a nicknamer.] I helped kill the demons, too, so this whole thing is really strange. I don't know why someone would do something and then blame it on me. Maybe it's because I'm from the blue flight.
[That's obviously what happened, but he can't figure out the source.]
Anyway-- I'm ready, but maybe we should give it a couple minutes. It took me forever to find out what I had to do.
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I doubt it. I got accused of something too. [Someone is up to something, but for what? Was it really the elves that did it]
[But he had a point, maybe there were others]
...Fine. I guess the beasts can wait a few minutes.
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What? Really? [His brows furrow.] Why are they setting up 'sworn? If they don't want us here, they could just say that instead of framing us for stuff we didn't do.
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[But that's all he wants to say on the subject about Mar, so he'll focus more on the other topic]
I dunno, the elves always seemed pretty direct about their feelings before. [he considers the possibilities] Unless...You haven't done anything to piss someone off, have you?
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[He crosses his arms.]
No... There's someone kind of bad from my world here, but...
[...]
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But...?
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[Welcome to idealists, Zelos. YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET AWAY BUT THEN THERE'S THIS KID.]
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[NOPE HE DOESN'T EVEN THINK THATS IDEALIST. JUST. GULLIBLE]
Why that's nice of him. Getting over such bad blood for a common goal that benefits you.
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There is no need for that kind of talk here. [ Zelos please mind your manners. ]
Have they asked you here as well?
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... It's complicated. He's not the same person I knew. He's younger, and he hasn't done some of the things we fought about. [Still, he knows it's kind of foolish to put faith in someone like Qilby, who has betrayed his people before.] I don't trust Qilby, but I don't think accusing people randomly will help anything.
[Oh hey, it's a bluesworn lady! He's fairly sure that she's a queen of some kind, but he hasn't really talked to her much, oops.]
Papa said there's a hole in every lie. If we come together and share what we know, we can figure out what that is.
[He looks at Zelda.]
So you got accused, too. I hope the others aren't mad at us...
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[Not that that's stopped people from accusing him of things in the past- but you know, he was kind of world famous back then as opposed to a nobody mercenary]
[But with the approach of Zelda, he'll drop the topic and look over at her. Another elf? He wondered if she was a blood elf like Mar, though her ears aren't nearly as long] Okay okay, sorry.
But yeah, guess a bunch of us got accused.
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[ A troublesome one at that, but what can be done about it other than set things right? ]
Tensions are high after the latest incident so I believe the best course of action to be this. If we can thin the numbers of these feral creatures, we're sure to earn their favor once more.
[ Just not going to admit outright she's not used to actually killing monsters. Fighting them and finding a way to escape, sure. Combating them? Usually that's left in the hands of those who are capable of that.
At least she's shown up in armor and sword! ]
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...of course, that doesn't mean he'll announce himself, but although he has his ginormous bow gun in hands, he doesn't have it leveled at the three.]
.....
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[Yugo glances over at the flicker of movement. He doesn't sense any hostility from Jacques, so he's happy to take a few steps toward him.]
Hey, are you here to help?
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A real chatty one, I see.
[But hey, he's not about to turn away another group member if they've also been accused. Though now that there's four people here and that's the usual
tales party limitsize of group he fights with, he speaks up]Well, four people. I'd say that's a big enough group to handle some monsters. Should we head in or keep waiting around?
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I'm ready. What about you guys?
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At least this isn't too unusual a set-up for him to work with, given that even in Geddoe's mercenary group back home, Jacques had been the only long-range fighter they had, at least until Aila joined them.
He checks the arrow he'd set earlier, nodding at the others.]
...ready.
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Yes, let's waste no more time. [ Instead, she boldly strives forward with the rest of them. ]
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[But hey if they all seem ready- might as well head on in. Zelos follows along Zelda into the barrow den. Once they are past the entry way, the path turns to stone and cavern with only the occasional lantern- some of them knocked out. It's certainly clear this place is way bigger than it looks on the outside.]
[They walk in silence for awhile until the group may start hear the sounds of the furbolgs. There's growling and roars echoing down the stone and root infested halls. A bit further and down the hall, they may catch a glimpse of their first furbolg before it catches sight of them- you know, provided they remain quiet]
[Zelos himself stops short and glances at the others. He's used to Egg bears that can grow to be ten or twelve feet tall in the wilds of Meltokio, but uh-]
[That bear is still pretty damn big. And Egg Bears themselves rarely were in groups bigger than a mating pair. There's seriously supposed to be a whole barrow full of these guys?]
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When they sight their first furbolg, Yugo tenses. He really doesn't want to have to kill anyone, but Ysiel had said they were basically gone due to demonic influence. It would be better to end them mercifully than let them live as mindless beasts.
He's killed demons by now, but somehow the bear-men are different.
He glances back at the others, to make sure they're ready.]
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sorry i was out all day!
'sokay!
as close to done with moving as I'll get so
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SORRY I SPENT ALL DAY IN BED SICK
Uwah :< *patpats!*
FEEL BETTER
yes feel much better!
IM TRYING UGghhh
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sorry for the late!