[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.
[ 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.
[ 4 5 6 ]
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.
[ 4 5 6 ]
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.
no subject
Sounds like a plan to me.
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.]
no subject
[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]
no subject
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.]
no subject
He'll cover Zelos until Yugo's ready to go- he's still got a fair number of his regular arrows, after all.]
no subject
[ If Jacques doesn't mind, Zelda will be laying down her weapon in order to focus on him and those ordinary arrows. Her hand glows momentarily, bright enough to definitely be noticeable by all and then suddenly: Light Arrows. ]
Perhaps the light will draw in even more? [ She adds in nonchalantly after, as if she's not able to tell what ails these creatures in the end. ]
no subject
Finally! I was getting bored waiting for you guys!
[And with that, he's charging forward for the attack. There's the sound of a shield colliding with claws as he blocks their first swipe, while attempting to slash at their stomach in return]
sorry i was out all day!
There's still the other one to deal with, but it's still rooted in place by ice, so it's kind of mad.]
'sokay!
Nodding at Zelda, the Hunter turns his bow gun, now locked and loaded, shooting the bright arrow at the other furbolg. Purposely he aims high, figuring that even if it isn't a lethal shot, it can momentarily blind and distract the creature long enough for him to get a second shot in.]
as close to done with moving as I'll get so
She does seem a bit eager to join in with the others more out of wanting to protect them than to help them. Surprisingly, she holds back the impulse and keeps watch for any that may be sneaking up on the pair. ]
no subject
Arg-!
[He's going to need a couple seconds to recover from that one, leaving him wide open in the meantime]
no subject
[There he goes. Now it's just Yugo standing between him and his pals, armed with just a tiny sword.
His eyes narrow and his brow sets. He roars and charges, burying his sword in the bear's belly-- not that it slows it down any. It takes a swipe at Yugo, and he rolls, just barely dodging it.
He's back up in a second, but the ice Yugo threw down to root the other bear has worn off. Yugo doesn't even have time to consider his options. He throws his hands in front of him, a multi-layered portal forming--
-- and then blasts the injured furbolg with bluish light, evaporating most of it and sending what's left careening into the tunnel wall.
Which is cool and all, but there's still the other one to worry about, at least until his friends below get free.]
no subject
The Hunter shifts his focus just past the creature, and there is the faintest creaking as one of the old roots slowly begins to stretch out from the wall, reaching out as the furbolg turns upon hearing the sound. The root curls around it and pulls back towards the wall, pinning the creature long enough for Jacques to make his next shot count.
The root slackens its grasp about the thing, letting the body thud on the ground. That's two.]
no subject
[And with Jacques taking care of the other one, he can actually react]
Dude, did you just vaporize that thing?!
no subject
He catches his breath, not anticipating needing that much energy to vaporize a bear. Actually, he didn't mean to vaporize it at all-- just burning it a bit would've been okay. Oops.
He looks kind of embarrassed.]
Uh... yyyyyes?
[He glances at the body and a half.]
I didn't think I could do that yet. Cool.
no subject
...one got loose.
no subject
We should prepare ourselves for more. [ Her gaze travels towards the darker part of the path as if waiting for them to leap out of the shadows. ]
no subject
[No need to have the kid accidentally kill himself because he didn't know his magic limits. Turning from Yugo, he gives a quick nod at Jacques's words before he focuses on Zelda while catching his breath. Even if they got loose, he has time for sass]
Right, figured that much when we got told to clear the whole den. And I hate to be rude, but are you gonna help out more with the fighting this time around, my dear? You know, since you're here and all.
no subject
[Hah. He moves toward the ramp as the furbolg ascends.]
Go easy on her, okay? She's not getting in the way; maybe she's a healer.
[And here's the bear. Yugo disappears, wasting no time teleporting above the bear and going for its eyes.]
no subject
He frowns only slightly as Zelos redirects his attention towards Zelda, although the only thing he offers on his end is to hold up one of the glowing arrows she'd enchanted. Jacques is already loading it into his bow gun as he lifts his head, hearing the approach of the furbolg that had been missing below.
Since Yugo is on it, Jacques levels his weapon to follow up after the boy's clear.]
no subject
He's right. [ A healer though? Interesting to think about, but this isn't the time to actually test that. For now, she's pulling out the sword to rush in after Yugo just in case.
Right now, it feels a lot heavier than it did before, as if the weight intensified the moment she began to think about using it to actually take a life. Even if said life needed to end, it was still a burden she must learn to shoulder herself. If the Hero of Time could do it, then so can she.
Slipping in around the side of the bear in what she hopes is now a blind spot, she swings the blunt side of the sword around at the back of one of its legs with the full intent of bringing it down to the ground. ]
no subject
[But he gives no retort to Jacques's gesture or Yugo's scolding. He didn't exactly view the middle of a bear battle to be an ideal time to go easy on someone anyway. Plus you know, like he gives a damn what the others think of him]
[And hey look bear! He follows after Yugo and Zelda, slipping in on the side of the bear opposite of Zelda. Between the eye attack and the jab to the back of it's leg- the bear is definitely stumbling. Zelos sees what Zelda is doing and helps out with the other leg, jabbing it with his sword to help topple it down so Jacques or Yugo can have an easy shot]
no subject
Of course, it takes four people to down one of these things...
It's not going down without a fight. As it staggers, it flails its staff about, trying to hit anyone in range. Not that... it will help.
There's an answering roar from below, though. The other one has gotten free, and will be making its way upward shortly.]
no subject
Jacques doesn't waste his shots, watching for an opportune moment as the furbolg is forced to lose its balance. His next arrow flies for the thing's throat.
He doubts he needs to say anything to the others about the other one, given that roar.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
SORRY I SPENT ALL DAY IN BED SICK
Uwah :< *patpats!*
FEEL BETTER
yes feel much better!
IM TRYING UGghhh
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
sorry for the late!