[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.
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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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As his back is turned, another furbolg rises up from the tunnel behind him and charges. Yugo bounces right off like a rather inconsequential little bouncy thing.
He smacks into a wood beam pretty hard and ends up stunned on the ground for a moment. His fault for facepulling the patrol, honestly.]
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In the next moment it's sent flying off, glowing a faint green. Should it find its mark, it will start to sprout vines in hopes of slowing if not entangling the furbolg. Hopefully in that it will buy time enough for Yugo to recover, but regardless, Jacques has another (normal) arrow set and fired.]
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[Jumping out of the way of the falling bear, he'll look over to check on the kid while Jacques shoots at the patrol]
Yugo! You alright?
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Y-- yeah! I'm fine!
[He's been through worse scrapes than this, but now he's kind of annoyed. He doesn't want to bring anyone down, so he wastes no time getting back into the action. He hops through portals with ease, reappears once more above the enemy, and delivers some serious kicks.
This time, he goes for the eyes. The furbolg roars both from being entangled in roots as well as someone shoving their shoes in his eyeballs.]
Pick on someone your own size, you big jerk!
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The Hunter's arrows first arrows sent in the direction of the approaching furbolgs are likewise meant to slow them down, figuring their roars are enough of a head's up to the others of his group.]
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[The roars are definite heads up enough. He jumps over the body of the dead one to meet up with one of the oncoming furbolgs before it has a chance to get over that arrow. This time as he slashes his sword, a strike of fire goes along with it- causing even more injury to it's thick skin. He'll trust Yugo to handle the one he's on]
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Well, that's unfortunate.
One more kick, and the pat goes down for the count, bleeding unceremoniously. Yugo draws the short sword on his back as he runs to help Kaneis and Jacques.
For a kid, he's definitely strong. So are the others-- that's good.]
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Jacques takes aim for the other, shooting another of his plain arrows off.]
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With Zelos taking the one down, Jacques watches as the Bluesworn boy pops in and out of the area. Though he doesn't look it, he's impressed, but there's time enough for that. As soon as Yugo's moved behind the furbolg, another arrow thuds soundly between the creature's eyes.]
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[And it sounds like no other patrols have noticed this attack just yet, so they have a moment to breath
and loot bodies. Zelos glances back at the others]Well, that was a fun start.
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Sorry about letting that one get the jump on me. I didn't see him at all. I'll be more careful next time.
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[Lo, he speaks more than one word! Jacques looks in the direction heading deeper into the caverns before he glances over at Yugo, nodding a little.]
Are you all right?
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[Praise be two whole sentences! But since jacques is covering concern, Zelos just shrugs]
It happens. You were more useful than I thought you'd be.
[.........he swears that was supposed to be nice]
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[As for Zelos, Yugo shifts into brat-mode for sec.]
Hahah! I still have some tricks up my sleeve.
[He steps through a portal and reappears a little ways ahead of the group, peeking over the railing to see if anyone's coming. There's another group of bears down there, but they don't seem to have noticed the commotion. These ones have staves, though it may or may not make a difference in the end.
He returns to the others in a flash.]
There's four more down below us. I don't think there's any way to ambush them from up here, unless you want to drop over the edge.
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When the boy returns to report his findings, Jacques looks thoughtfully in the direction he had scoped out. He pulls out an arrow, one of the special ones that he could coax to grow.]
...draw them up here? Maybe we can try to split them up.
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We'd probably break some limbs dropping over.
[At least, he's assuming so. He's been sort of overly careful about jumping and drops since becoming human again, just in case.]
Can any of your fancy arrows do something like that? All I got is fire.
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[As a blue dragonsworn, he has some cool stuff he can do, too. Or, well, one cool thing. The other things he hasn't quite gotten the hang of yet.]
Just say the word and I'll go distract them.
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If you distract them, I can try to trap a couple down there, let the other two come up this way.
[They took two down without too much trouble earlier, at least.]
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Sounds like a plan to me.
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One might be able to hear the familiar noise of his portals, a standard for the way he fights. There's some taunting--]
Hey, pig-faces! Come and get me-- if you can!
[The resulting roars echo up through the tunnel, accompanied by the sound of Yugo teleporting as fast as he can go. Within moments, the bears are in range of arrows from above. Yugo pops into existence, blows a raspberry, and hops into a portal only to reappear just a few feet ahead of the nearest bear-- just out of reach.
Well, that does look infuriating. He's used to dealing with people twice his height, or more.]
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He watches the furbolgs below as they begin moving around in attempt to try catching the teleporting boy, choosing his targets carefully before he fires off one shot, then nocks and squeezes off another. Each arrow practically erupts into roots and vines, snaking towards the feet of the closest furbolgs. He's already preparing another shot in case the other two don't prove enough to hold, but he throws a glance towards the others yet on the same level as him. Get ready.]
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[But he catches that nod and steps forward down the path, to make sure any approaching furbolg would encounter him before Jacques. Sword and shield ready, he waits for anything to come running his way]
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He touches the ground, flips, and lands on his feet. He's a little tired, but he's enjoying the free use of his powers again. Even so, he can hear Adamai warning him not to overdo it-- he's still recovering from his fight with Qilby, even though it's been over a month.
He'll just take a moment to catch his breath, then.]
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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!