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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 30, 2014 11:49:13 GMT 1
Ronan searches the packs looking for a rope.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 30, 2014 21:46:55 GMT 1
One of the packs included a length of rope, perhaps forty feet long, and easily thick enough to hold three men.
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 30, 2014 22:29:06 GMT 1
Ronan cringes as he makes a decision he is certain he'll regret then ties one end of the rope around a nearby tree and making sure it's tight and then one end around his waist before stepping towards the breach. He looks at Aron "Go and try and bring Melasni here I'll be back as soon as I can." Before taking a deep breath and steps into the gap.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 31, 2014 19:21:12 GMT 1
Below Ronan, fire and lava spread as far as the eye could see, the only earth visible scorched and dead, or covered in pumice flung from a distant volcano. Rivers of lava ran between stretches of scorched, burning earth - nothing lived in this world any more.
Below Ronan, a woman ran from a pyroclastic flow, her scream inaudible as it overwhelmed her, killing her nearly instantly. The refugees huddled in the last surviving city, the one the woman had tried and failed to reach. The people were desperate and praying for salvation. The city was standing proud in the destruction, and the city was falling into a vast lake of lava.
Below Ronan, the civilisation spread, mostly abandoned as people gathered the last crops, erecting safe-houses and underground stores with desperate fear, tinged with remaining optimism. The structures were standing tall and proud against the lava, and they were falling apart. The cities were all standing, and they were falling one by one. People were fleeing, and they had already died.
Below Ronan, the civilisation spread proud and far - and, in the distance, a volcano began to erupt.
Above Ronan, the portal began to close.
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 31, 2014 20:30:58 GMT 1
"No! No! No! No! No! No! No!" Shouted Ronan as well as several choice curses as he climbs as fast as he can back through the breach.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 3, 2014 15:26:47 GMT 1
The hole closed completely moments after Ronan scrambled through it. A good length of rope vanished completely, left behind in the Old Domain when the portal sealed. Melasni could be seen standing some thirty feet away from the portal, showing no inclination to go anywhere near where it had been. "What did you think you were doing?" he called over.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 3, 2014 15:45:06 GMT 1
Ronan rolls onto his back gasping for air adrenalin still pumping through him. "Empty camp- portal- might needed- rescue!" If Ronan had been in a calm state he'd have been annoyed at Melasni's tone and ready to defend his actions but as it is his mind is still reeling from what he'd seen. for some reason he'd always assumed the old domain would be mostly empty or at least solely populated by monsters. the idea that there were not only people but cities and societies had never occurred to him he wasn't sure if this was because he simply hadn't done the research or if this was a belief shared by most people. And they were dying their cities were burning and being consumed by magma, was this how the old domain always was or had he happened to drop in during the apocalypse. Ronan was so confused, he'd always thought of the old domain as a place where the apocalypse had come and gone.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 4, 2014 21:52:33 GMT 1
"So you descended into hell itself?" Melasni was more disappointed in the Child of Earth than anything else. "You could have died in there. You should have died in there, and the world would be without a Child of Earth. Ronan, you are years away from being ready to go there."
[OOC: In case my descriptions weren't clear, everything I described was happening simultaneously. Impossibly enough.]
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 4, 2014 22:55:35 GMT 1
"I didn't intend to stick around and I didn't I went through assessed the situation and then came back but I couldn't risk these mens lives" He gestures at the packs "just to avoid looking." Ronan has gotten up at this point and while he manages to his voice steady close inspection would reveal him shaking slightly as he walks past Melasni heading towards camp.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 7, 2014 19:53:18 GMT 1
Melasni frowned. "Well, I suppose it was heroic enough of you," he muttered as he picked up the dead men's packs and followed Ronan. "If slightly stupid," he added more quietly, before saying aloud, "We may be able to figure out who these people were from their possessions. If so, perhaps we should send notice to their families."
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 7, 2014 20:46:12 GMT 1
Ronan stops and goes back to the bags "good idea"
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 11, 2014 23:06:41 GMT 1
[OOC: The Fintan subplot appears to have rammed into a wall. Apologies for the delay in posting, but progress can now commence!]
Only one of the bags held anything besides impersonal equipment - it held a small painting of a smiling woman in her early thirties, holding a giggling child of maybe four. The drawing was rough and not very well done - clearly it had not been painted by a master, far from it in fact. It was a fairly safe bet that the bag's owner had painted it himself.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 12, 2014 15:43:07 GMT 1
"Well we might as well take the bags. Maybe we'll bump into someone who looks like that at the next village. Come on lets get back to camp I need to lie down." Ronan's head was clearly still spinning.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 12, 2014 18:33:29 GMT 1
Melasni nodded, following him back to the camp. "You rest, then." He had clearly had enough of scolding Ronan's actions. "I'll wake you when dinner is ready, then we can move on."
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 12, 2014 19:13:10 GMT 1
(OOC: Happy to skip ahead here. Training: making various sized sharp arrow head shaped stones and practising moving them either as a group or individually. Other: determining if Aron can write and determining with previously mentioned arrow heads what size stones he can move at speed.)
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 12, 2014 19:29:01 GMT 1
[OOC: Training noted. You can enhance a stone arrow's speed if you shoot it from a bow - you can't get it doing lethal speeds on its own without a) power points, or b) a VERY lucky dice roll.]
Determining whether Aron could write or not was rapidly frustrated by the little Elemental's desire to do little besides play happily with the mud. He was, it turned out, capable of drawing spirals - as marked by the three dozen spirals left in the party's wake along the river bank as they journeyed past Lundrig the next day.
It was Melasni who stopped the party's journey, only a short while into their travels. "There was a fight here," he muttered, mostly to himself. "A few days ago, from the looks of the blood." He indicated a few puddles of dried-up blood along the path, and some broken undergrowth where struggles had clearly taken place. An obvious track led away, where two bodies had been dragged. His eyes suddenly widened, and he ran forwards, picking up what was instantly recognisable as a sword belonging to a soldier of Nishango's army. "We have a problem," he announced.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 12, 2014 19:47:27 GMT 1
"Shit. what would our soldiers be doing here when our eastern flank is threatened?" Said Ronan taking a closer look at the sword.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 12, 2014 20:09:54 GMT 1
Melasni shrugged. "Perhaps he was wounded. Or perhaps his company was heading to defend the capital. Either way, I doubt they'll send the whole army to our eastern flank, someone else might attack while we're vulnerable." He handed the sword - unremarkable in almost every way except for the army's insignia engraved into the blade - to Ronan. "We should follow the trail," he suggested.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 12, 2014 20:18:51 GMT 1
"Agreed" Said Ronan scanning for anything unusual in the tracks then as an after thought reached out with his magic to see if anything of that nature fit the direction of the tracks.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 12, 2014 20:36:21 GMT 1
The tracks belonged to at least five or six people wearing heavy boots, dragging two unconscious or dead bodies; no magic seemed to be close by, although there was something of a flicker of Darkness magic some way off, along with a few Light flickers from off to the left of the Darkness source, some hour's walk away from it.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 12, 2014 22:36:32 GMT 1
Ronan follows the tracks until something happens keeping his eyes and ears open.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 12, 2014 22:40:52 GMT 1
[OOC: Rolled Tracking at -2, you don't have the skill. Total roll: 0.]
The tracks very soon disappeared into absolutely nothing.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 13, 2014 0:14:59 GMT 1
"Well what now? we can't just leave it. If our soldiers are being attacked on the road this could be far worse than just bandits especially if they had reason to take the bodies."
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 13, 2014 0:16:16 GMT 1
Melasni frowned. "Do you sense anything magically?" he asked, at a loss as to what to do.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 13, 2014 1:32:13 GMT 1
"I tried when we found the tracks, there was only faint darkness magic from a long way over there and a few light magic flickers from there." Said Ronan pointing in both directions respectively. Ronan tries to sense magic again.
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