From: Helle Salin Nielsen (Jhez_at_wanadoo.dk)
Date: Sat Dec 13 2003 - 06:32:50 GMT
At the sound of Astrans voice, so reassuringly speaking of the plain needs
of survival, Illyana pulls herself together. A dusty hand wipes across her
face, leaving a mix of dust and tears in a pattern. She tries to speak, but
her voice breaks. She clears it softly. Then she says:
"I think I know where we are. At least in general. It was called the
Southern Catacombs. It used to be a storage area, used by the merchants.
Then, when the treasury was overfilled, some of it was used for storing
treasure instead of just merchants goods. And as far as I know, they also
installed a lot of traps and stuff. So... we'll need to be careful."
She opens her backpack and rummages through it. "I don't have much of use,
but I do have a torch. No rope, unfortunately." She notices her torn shirt
in the bottom of her backpack. Absentmindedly, she pulls a sleeve off it
and wets it with a bit of water from her waterskin. Then she uses the
sleeve as a washcloth, removing the last evidence of tears. She tries to
wipe her hands with the cloth as well and finishes by removing the worst
layer of dust from her boots. Somewhat more composed, she tucks the dirty
sleeve into the side pocket of her backpack and gets up.
"Does anyone have any food? Just in case we are stuck here for a longer
period..."
-----Original Message-----
From: John Constable [SMTP:john_at_kript.net]
Sent: 13. december 2003 00:02
To: parlainth_at_teaparty.net
Subject: Re: [Parlainth] PBeM 0.8.1 The Pre-Scourge Elf
OOC: Sorry for the silence - started a new job this week.
Astran has kept quiet through the previous exchange, partly shocked by
the troll's words and actions, partly trying to find the right words
("Wizards are supposed to be eloquent - fool - where are your wits?"),
partly shocked by what Berryblood said about the girl and the Horror,
and partly replaying his dispelling of the ward over and over in his
mind. It shouldn't have been so easy, and yet, pull that thread here,
a pulse of energy there, and it was all so simple. Like he had help.
No. Don't think that. Good training. Thats all. Innate skill. Oh
god, if it walked through a ward and kept a woman alive for centuries
what could it do to *me*? Then leaving, relief and wondering about the
woman. Floor? Must be built above other catacoumbs. Must make it to
better structure. Where's Illyana? Is she OK?
After he struggles up from the floor and debri, and makes sure nothing
is broken, he looks around at the others, specifically Illyana, and
goes over to help her up (whether she needs it or not :-), then checks
on the woman, avoiding Berryblood's corpse.
"Hello" he says, a little shyly, and continues more gently, speaking
softly "I"m Astran. Selwyn, right? I don't speak Sperethiel, I'm
afraid. We mostly speak dwarvish these days. <how about human - do
you speak human?>. We've come to rescue you. Can you move?"
After the conversation he says "before we continue, let me see what i
can find out about this area. er. maybe someone could climb back up
and throw a rope back down? How may of us have torches or light? I
have a torch and.." (scrabbles in his belt pouch) "a couple of candles.
Oh! and some chalk!" He scribbles his Wizards Sigil on the wall. "Now
we know where we started"
OOC: casts Astral Sense, and relays what he sees, paying particular
interest to the doors and Selwyn.
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