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[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.
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[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.]
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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.]
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[And with Jacques taking care of the other one, he can actually react]
Dude, did you just vaporize that thing?!
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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.
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...one got loose.
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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. ]
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[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.
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[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.]
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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.]
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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. ]
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[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]
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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.]
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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.]
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There isn't much time to do that, so when the creature turns into their line of sight, she rushes for it with both of her hands holding onto her weapon. It isn't a good move, but it is bold enough to possibly catch it off-guard.
If not the giant bear, then certainly her allies. Oops. ]
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[uh yeah, that definitely surprises Zelos and he looks startled. But there's no real time to waste if she's charging right at the bear, so he runs after her to to try to help out before she can get herself mauled]
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Well. There's nothing wrong with enthusiasm. He tumbles through a portal, reappearing at the bear's back. It's a little unconventional, but a good distraction as he wraps himself around the bear's head and starts punching it over and over.]
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The creature doesn't seem to startle very easily at being charged, swiping its stave at the blond. Thankfully Yugo's appearance keeps it from continuing its attack immediately, distracted as the boy pounds at its head.]
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Is this better than before?
[ She asks Zelos while trying to keep a hold of her sword, the furbolg swatting towards her. Ducking down, she shows that at least she's competent enough to not get hit... though striking the beast is a whole other question entirely. Looking up, she watches out for Yugo as well, frightened that the furry creature will go for him next.
Letting the blade drop into a single hand, her fingers go to her mouth as she whistles loudly in order to draw attention back towards her. How effective it might be compared to the little one pounding at his head, well, who knows. Certainly not her as this is her first encounter with anything like this. ]
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Uh- yeah? Guess so!
[Just...don't get killed! Speaking of, he's jumping back as the now pissed off bear tries to swing at him]
SORRY I SPENT ALL DAY IN BED SICK
No one said he couldn't kick a bear in the head.
The furbolg drops its staff, unable to justify holding onto it when its arm isn't working right anymore. It still has one good arm and some seriously wicked claws. It swipes toward Zelda, since she seems to be the slowest and closest target.]
Uwah :< *patpats!*
The sound of Jacques' bow gun goes off, the light arrow streaking forward to try disrupting the furbolg in midswing.]
FEEL BETTER
Resilient things, aren't they? [ Abandoning her sword to roll off to the side and hopefully away from the other two plus the giant bear. ]
yes feel much better!
[Zelos himself jumps back when it's swiping, letting Jacques has room to shoot. He happens to see Zelda let go of her weapon and moves to cover her.]
Too resilient. Anyone got an idea for a faster way to bring them down?
[He honestly isn't sure they got the energy or arrows to do this all day]
IM TRYING UGghhh
The arrows seem to be helping. I think if we can keep them still long enough, and uh... go for the throat or the heart, that's probably the best way.
There's also the ice thing, because I'm from the blue flight--
[He raises his hand and concentrates. Ice quickly forms from the feet of the furbolg, crawling up to its good arm and freezing it in place.]
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All he needs is a clear shot, and the less moving that the furbolg can do, the easier that will be to accomplish. The thing's neck is easier to pierce than its chest, so that's where the hunter aims and fires.]
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sorry for the late!