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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 23, 2014 22:23:43 GMT 1
It was about three in the morning when something happened - a twig snapped some way off, into the scrubland in the forest, too far to investigate without leaving the camp.
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 23, 2014 23:02:21 GMT 1
Ronan shakes whoever's nearest "I think I heard something I'm going to take a look." He says before getting up and heading towards the noise ears and eyes ready light necklace active.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 24, 2014 11:58:46 GMT 1
[OOC: Rolled Notice. You scored ridiculously well, so...]
A small fox darted away into the undergrowth, leaving behind it nothing but a broken twig. Behind Ronan, Melasni quietly reached for his weapon - just in case whatever Ronan was investigating turned out to be a threat.
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 24, 2014 12:24:58 GMT 1
Ronan keeps looking around and listening till he is sure there's nothing else there then turns back to Melasni "False alarm just a fox"
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 25, 2014 10:54:02 GMT 1
Melasni looked distinctly unimpressed, returning his sword to its sheath with a raised eyebrow. "You woke me up for a fox?"
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 25, 2014 12:07:38 GMT 1
"No I woke you up for an unknown disturbance." Ronan said sounding annoyed. "Its your watch in 10 minutes anyway."
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 26, 2014 10:36:17 GMT 1
Melasni couldn't help but acknowedge that Ronan probably had a point. "You go to sleep then," he told him, sitting up properly. "I'll take my watch now."
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 26, 2014 10:41:31 GMT 1
Nods and lies down to go to sleep.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 26, 2014 17:41:05 GMT 1
Not a whole lot happened the next day, aside from the steady rise of sunburn, caused by the hot desert sun. Even the late autumn did not seem to slow it too much. In fact, a whole lot of absolutely nothing happened for the next five days - the boat had made swift time and Lundrig was probably only another day's travel away.
Yet another unimpressive meal of travel rations was being prepared, when an odd scent caught Ronan's attention - namely, that of bacon. Quite what bacon was doing in the middle of an autumnal wilderness was quite another matter, but it was definitely coming from a short distance to the north.
[OOC: If we go too fast here you'll be way ahead of Mankoi and Prof. Cinders' roleplay, but I have a few ways I can slow you down. And/or skip some time in their thread, unless they can wriggle their way out of the cell. I was hoping for lots of encounters, but... the cards had other ideas. Rolled Notice for you, you rolled 11, hence the spotting things.]
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 26, 2014 18:03:31 GMT 1
(OOC: thank you for making my excessive train ride more interesting. I would love to bust them out myself just for the irony of breaking fintan out of a cell but Ibetter see if they can get out themselves for fairness sake. I recommend Slowing me down till it becomes clear if they're stuck.) Ronan, only mildly curious about the bacon, eats and then continues his vigil then struck by a whim he tries to sense surrounding Magic. (OOC: Can't remember if this needed a focus or not but if it does power and 1 mp if necessary and none if not)
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 26, 2014 18:52:20 GMT 1
[OOC: No rolls required. No magic either, but when you focus you can hear crackling flames, and a more woody smell overwhelming the bacon]
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 26, 2014 18:57:10 GMT 1
Boredom and curiosity but mostly boredom force Ronan to react. "hey guys stop the boat a moment I want to take a look at something" at this Ronan jumps off the boat and heads towards the the fire he assumes is there trying to approach quietly as he gets close.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 27, 2014 12:34:32 GMT 1
The boat's owner shouted something indistinct about looking for a good place to park for the night just up the river, as Ronan vanished from sight. The fire, as it turned out, was a short walk through the undergrowth - and belonged to a campfire, several rashers of bacon quickly turning into tasteless charcoal in a pan suspended above it. Three plates were set out ready, with three heavy-looking packs discarded as if dropped from weary backs. All in all, it looked like there should be three travellers ready to eat their dinner - but there was no sign of them.
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 27, 2014 13:12:57 GMT 1
Ronan scans the ground for tracks or signs of struggle.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 27, 2014 13:54:55 GMT 1
[OOC: You rolled 20 on Notice!!!]
A tiny snail, yellow with slightly green specks on its shell, was about the only thing out of place, but that was probably more to do with the pack sitting on the plant it had intended to make its lunch than anything else. The only tracks in the area were three sets of boot-prints that led to the camp; from there one walked around collecting firewood, one stood around, presumably preparing the bacon, and one went towards the river, returning somewhat heavier - presumably refilling the water-skins lying beside each pack. From there, the tracks simply vanished.
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 27, 2014 15:03:37 GMT 1
Ronan stands at the end of one set of tracks and looks around trying to see anything unusual from the perspective of the missing person. "Have a look around Aron"
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 28, 2014 20:23:38 GMT 1
The little Elemental flitted around the deserted campfire, darting from rock to mud and back again, before stopping in the mud at Ronan's feet. A small ? formed in front of him, then Aron zipped back into his hammer.
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 28, 2014 21:24:52 GMT 1
"No idea either." Ronan opens a pack and rummages through.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 29, 2014 11:20:51 GMT 1
The pack contained the usual - food, supplies, and a little money. It also contained an odd-looking map that, if one squinted oddly, looked like it might possibly have been drawn about this area. Well, if the artist had been very, very drunk, anyway. It was certainly of no great quality, that was for sure.
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 29, 2014 12:31:43 GMT 1
"Hello!!!" Ronan shouts at the top of his lungs (OOC: running out of ideas here.)
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 29, 2014 18:06:48 GMT 1
[OOC: What, you thought I had an actual plan? *laughs* Uh, no. Making this up as I go. Hang on while I think of something.]
There was no reply, except for a small frog croaking unhappily from the direction of the river. Judging from the crudely drawn X on the map, the absent travellers' destination was just around where Ronan was standing - exactly where he was standing, it turned out, as what could best be described as a hole in reality began to form under his feet.
[OOC: You notice it.]
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 29, 2014 18:36:10 GMT 1
(OOC: I guessed hole I'll admit the reality bit has me threw a little.) Ronan Gasps attempts to step back away from the hole. "What the hell is that?"
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 29, 2014 18:43:26 GMT 1
Luckily for Ronan, by the time the hole spread to person-swallowing proportions he had plenty of time to jump well out of the way of it. Flames licked out of the the portal, along with the howls and roars of otherworldly demons. There was no sign of the three luckless travellers.
[OOC: Since it's been quite a while real-world, and I'm feeling nice, I'll give this one to you: From what (little) Ronan knows, this sounds a whole heck of a lot like descriptions of summoned portals to the Old Domain.]
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 29, 2014 18:58:13 GMT 1
Ronan assesses the situation panic clear on his face. He as little knowledge of the old domain and well out of his job description at the this point and wishing literally any other child of power could have been here rather than him. He tries to remember anything he's read or heard about past encounters with the old domain including but not limited to how the previous children of power closed a portal. (OOC: Roll H+L)
Admin Edit: Added in OOC tag. -Mankoi
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 30, 2014 11:16:57 GMT 1
The previous Children of Power, as Ronan remembered, spent the entirety of their Prophecy shutting off the Old Domain. Unfortunately for Ronan, any idea of how they'd done it was beyond him - although he did remember after a moment's thought that many smaller portals like this had been reported at the time - and it would likely close up on its own accord. The main problems were in it either swallowing someone up, or leaking out a monster before it did close.
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