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  1. Enid sat on the cold, hard floor among the rubble for a good while. Her shoulders heaved as she took in deep, even breaths through her nose, then exhaled through her mouth. Her head ached and her body felt drained, but with each steady breath she came closer to regaining her strength and composure. It took a full minute for the duchess' words to sink in, but when they finally did, her concerns were met with a light shrug in turn. She made to speak, but was cut short by the pitter patter of approaching feet. She hadn't even noticed when Arthur left the room, but when she turned her head to the sound of him approaching, she saw him reenter the chamber with yet another body hefted over his shoulder. The witch seemed about as confused at his declaration as Abigail, but she didn't argue with it. “It's no more or less dignified than the grave we're already in.” she said to Abigail, gesturing to the heap festering corpses with a sideways nod. “Besides, it's perfectly stable. Have a look.” Enid hefted herself back onto her feet, giving Abigail the chance to peer through the tunnel if she so desired. The opening in the wall was lined on all sides with thick, twisting roots that seemed to go all the way up to the surface; as though the roots themselves had dug the tunnel. They were sturdy too, or at least some of them were firm enough to use as hand and footholds for the inevitable climb. As for the bodies... Well, Enid didn't have a solution for that particular conundrum. She gave Arthur a look that didn't really say anything, but one could guess that she was looking for something in his expression. He was determined not to leave the bodies behind (two of them at least) even when their souls had done just that already. But Arthur could speak for his own intentions, and he was too resourceful and determined to give up on something when his mind was set on it. “Well..” she turned to Henderson, “You'd best set that fire. I'll see you all on the surface when you're done.” And with that she moved past the duchess, through the tunnel opening and began her ascent. She didn't like the smell of death (few people do), but she could scarcely tolerate the scent of burning meat, and she was going to distance herself from it as far as she could before it was started.
  2. @Tyler So we’re coming up on the Pirates for a confrontation, where we’re potentially going to use NDS rolls to up the stakes for our characters, yeah? How do you plan on running combat, and do you need help narrating NPCs/opponents for that scene? Like, you’ve been writing a lot to lay down tracks for us to follow, and Abigail hasn’t had a lot of opportunity to shine through that. Would it be helpful to you if we (or just I) play some extra characters for your character to interact with?
  3. I think that sounds good. I mean, I like puzzles, but we gotta come to a head with the pirate group at some point. V is better at the action stuff than I am, but I’ll keep up fine
  4. Nah, it’s fine. V noticed it before I did, and I should’ve mentioned it here. But I was a day behind and I owed you a post anyway. How many more steps/clue markers are you planning for the rest of the story?
  5. Enid nodded along with Abigail's reasoning. “This is true.. but dusk is the dark end of twilight . An hour after dusk is night.” She scratched her cheek as she looked over the same small grouping of miniature mountains, then shrugged. “Words are flexible in their meaning, anyway. I think you're right. Regardless, if we chase the shadow in time with the setting sun, we'll come across its intended point eventually.” She cast another lingering look at the words written in dark blood on cold stone. It was hard to imagine what thoughts went through a dying man's head in his final moments. For whatever reason, he'd chosen to aid them with the last of everything he had. Maybe it was out of spite for his killers, she wondered. Who could say? If the witch had a disposition for it, she would have laughed at Henderson's observation. Accidentally triggering the exit lever would be the ideal convenience, wouldn't it? “No need.” she interjected as the duchess and her subordinate started searching along the walls for the next trigger that would, or at least might lead to their release from this now festering tomb of secrets. “You're probably correct, don't get me wrong.” she added as she climbed back up and out of the sunken floor, “I've just lost my patience with this place, and I'm not about to trigger anymore death traps if it can be helped.” She reached into her robes and produced her greenish, pointed wand. It looked more like a cutting implement than a magical one, and true to its appearance, Enid went about stabbing the end of it into various cracks along the wall. The first few attempts were met with firm resistance, but eventually she found a crack that went deep into the stone; Deep enough that with enough wiggling and human force, she managed to push the wand in up to its hilt. “This had better work..” she muttered, twisting the wand like a heavy turnkey until something in the wall started to crack like distant thunder. Little by little, chips of rock fell away from the point at which she stuck the wall, giving way to larger chunks as growing tendrils of vegetation began to poke through the widening crack. The wand came loose and sent Enid stumbling back, falling into an exhausted heap alongside the growing rubble. With the way the room quaked, causing other bits of stone carving and the lenses to tip, or break, or fall apart, she may as well have set off another hidden trap. When it was done, an opening had formed in the wall, lined on all sides with thick, mangled roots that made for a gradually climbing tunnel. It was just big enough to crawl and eventually climb through, and would let out somewhere at the base of a tree on the surface. At least, that was Enid's hope. “We're much deeper in the mountain than I'd thought.” she said, still gripping her wand in the one hand and holding her head in the other. Maybe divining a lever would have been the better option.
  6. Hey, are they somewhat underground or no?
  7. Yeah, we can make a way out. No worries!
  8. Oh dang. I didn’t realize the map was topographic; I read carved map as line drawings carved into the floor. Ah well
  9. 'Even' was a matter of perspective. She wasn't sure if they were even, or if Ains was merely doing his best to wipe the slate clean and be rid of any lingering trace of her after their interaction was done with. That was a sad thought, but not an unexpected one, and not uncalled for. Still, the fleeting company had been a welcome distraction while it lasted. She'd spotted a few subtle secrets hidden on his personage through the witch stone when she'd looked through it before, and she could imagine the stories they told.. But the witch didn't think on them too deeply. She could tell that their tea time was coming to a close, and her curiosity was fading. There would be other distractions, other work, other guests to occupy her time soon enough.. eventually, anyway. “I don't hold many secrets, to be honest,” she said with a shrug, though she clearly had some that were worth keeping. “I think it just seems that way to people who aren't open to accepting the unusual. But not all things need an explanation for being.” Another shrug. She didn't seem particularly bothered about it, but her tone wasn't reassuring either. Enid cocked her head slightly to one side while looking at him. “Fair?” she asked in response to his offer. What did fair have to do with any of it? Things came at a price whether it was fair or not, and her say in the matter only applied insofar as most items' willingness to be flexible. But after a moment she nodded, “Yes, that will do.” She was talking to him, but looking into his used cup as though something were peering back at her from the bottom. “Huh..” she hummed to herself, but left it at that.
  10. “Several hostages..” she reiterated under her breath. Fucking perfect. She hefted the first body up to Arthur as well as she could, grunting under the literal dead weight until it had been lifted from her. Then she did the same with the second pirate's corpse, listening the whole while to Abigail's keen observation of the scholar's final act. “One hour past 'd'..” she thought aloud, largely to herself. “Dawn?” was the first word that came to mind, but what exactly were they supposed to do about a cast shadow? Arthur muddled through the same puzzle and the witch pondered over the words as she walked about the now cleared floor map. She was looking for the tallest marked mountain and where it corresponded to their present location, but her companion took the more pragmatic approach of asking the duchess outright which mountain they were looking for. “A shadow cast by the sun would make for a good distance marker.” she said. Well, maybe not a good marker so much as a narrow and cryptic one, but that was the point, wasn't it? She nodded along with her companion's observations, more as a listening gesture than one of agreement. “Regardless, it seems we have what we need, and there's no sun to cast shadow in this dreary place.” She said this as she wiped the blood from her hands onto the fabric of her robes; the deep red stood in stark contrast to the green of her palms. “You're the better artist between us, Wolf. Do you think you can make a reasonably accurate sketch of the map? Or fill in what we're missing on our map?” Enid then looked up to Abigail, “Do you see any sign of how they got out of this deathtrap?” She really didn't want to go back the way they came if it could be helped. She wasn't sure they could.
  11. I’m really sorry, my phone signed me out of my account and I didn’t even notice. I’d been waiting for a notification to pop up like a dummy
  12. Shit, I didn’t see you had skipped ahead. I’m sorry. New job orientation today
  13. Aligning the lenses was a deceivingly simple task at first, but once the pair of explorers went about the room tilting and shifting each individual disk, the scale of the task became increasingly evident. There was no immediate way to tell which lenses were meant to connect through the stream of light, which left them to a process of trial and error until the room was a web of glowing strands. Finally, after adjusting the lenses in their proper pattern, did the light reach into the narrow tunnel through the wall. The witch gave Arthur the faintest smirk of satisfaction when the room began to quake and rumble. Enid was ready this time. When the floor began to rattle and shift beneath her feet (all of their feet), she took a graceful, if firmly planted step up and away from the sliding stone slab. The sight it revealed beneath its otherwise impenetrable barrier was prettier than any treasure she could have imagined. That was, until she caught sight of the bodies heaped in a careless pile and tucked away in the shadowy corners of the map. Poor bastards, she thought briefly, then carefully stepped over the edge into the ominous pit. “Ugh..” she huffed, bringing a sleeve over her face to cover mouth and nose. She didn’t care for the smell of decay, but who did? Her concern, first and foremost, was the map. And while Abigail assessed the condition of the bodies and speculated on how they came to be there, Enid pulled her pendant from the folds of her robe and held it aloft to point the way to the next clue on the map. It pulled her toward the two bloody bodies lumped together over a large, dark splotch of blood that obscured some of the map’s details. But as she approached, it changed direction and pointed to a depiction of the solar cycle. She tucked the pendant away. “Do you see that?” she asked Arthur softly, gesturing to the depictions of the sun. Abigail drew her attention to the third body, which she offered a lingering look before turning away to let out a long, slow breath. “If they killed the scholar, they must not feel they needed him beyond this point.” She added, her focus still squarely fixed on the solar calendar at the far end of the map. “Perhaps he was made an example of?” She bent down and heaved the first body off of the other, looping her arms under his and wrapping them around his middle. She didn’t care for the work, but neither did she seem too bothered by it. “Give us a lift?” she looked to Arthur, making to pass the body off to him before attempting to move the other. Her warm, white robes now bore dark stains.
  14. The thing is, I'll be gaming tomorrow, so I don't know if I'll have time to then. Regardless, I'm starting it now and if I don't post it tonight, then I'll try and finish it on my work break tomorrow. It's my last day at a temp position, so I'll be doing approximately squat for most of my shift anyway. Thank you thank you for being very patient and understanding, by the way.
  15. I’m sorry, I know it’s my day to post and I’m running a little behind. I’m with company until late, so it might be short. Tyler, I also owe you some better responses for all of the planning you’re trying to do to get the thread canonized. Hopefully we can talk more later this week; I’m between work contracts for a while after tomorrow.
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