From: Helle Salin Nielsen (Jhez_at_wanadoo.dk)
Date: Sat Dec 13 2003 - 18:42:14 GMT
"Siri, you picked up... Berrybloods things, right? So we can use his
lightquartz instead of the torches. If it isn't broken, that is..."
Illyana tries to focus on the practical tasks. It is not so much death
itself that bothers her - but the way Berryblood died. So fast, so
unpreventable. And her guilty conscience keeps nagging her, telling her she
was not being nice to him. She forces herself to take a look at Berrybloods
broken body and whispers "I'm sorry..." Then she turns back towards Siri
and Nightwind.
"We must have fallen about ... 20 feet, I think. Is your rope going to be
long enough? And should we climb up to the others - assuming they are up
there..." She points up towards the area, where they fell down "... or
should we get them down here and go on exploring? Siri, Grendahl was right
behind you and Berryblood, wasn't he? Lyra was up front - T'sunami might
know?"
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Sent: 13. december 2003 19:15
To: parlainth_at_teaparty.net
Subject: Re: [Parlainth] PBeM 0.8.1 The Pre-Scourge Elf
>>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">>
Siri shakes her head. "I've a hand at climbing, perhaps if I could get a
good
han hold and out cropping I could set a rope that all may climb up. Given
that the rope is long enough.. And-" she rifles through her pack (I'm
assuming
that she picked it up when she walked out of the room, if not GM, please
ignore
the following)
"-I've some rope as well.. Candles, a torch, a waterskin mostly filled, a
weeks rations give or take a few crumbs. Mind you, they're tasteless,
miserable
things.. Hooks and line, but not much else of use except for clothing and
bedding and odds and ends like that."
"We'll have to take careful stock of our food and water. I can't imagine
anything down here being safe to consume."
"Is everyone ok?"
>>"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.">>
"So there's a good chance if this was a section known to hold treasure that
we'll run into other adventurers. That's a good thing, perhaps we could
barter
for food and perhaps gang up for numbers until we get out of here if we
meet
and friendly sorts."
"Traps though.. We'll have to be extra careful. I've not but practical
knowledge on how to deal with them thus far. Does anyone have potions?
Anything of
the like so we know where to take others when and if badly wounded?"
>>"This will be fun. Now we just have to get out by ourselves out. We will
manage it though." He checks his bag "I have trail rations." Then he looks
up
still feeling patient right now and not worried quite yet over thier
situation>>
Siri smiles to the elf. "We will. Don't you worry a bit about that. I may
not
be a scout, but I can be very quiet and fast. I'll try to get us around
trouble as best as I can. The more we avoid the better, right?"
>>"Nightwind?" Illyana asks softly. "Would you mind telling me exactly what
the elf said? Was it as Berryblood said or was there more to it?" Then she
looks around and it is as if she just now notices something. "And where is
Lyra and... ehm... the dwarf? Have you seen them?">>
Siri turns when she hears this, looking from Nightwind to Kestrel. "That
would be a good thing to know. Quickly though. I suggest we take stop, yell
for
the two, for they surely weren't in the rubble or we'd have seen it scro
unging
around earlier. Then we need to move, and fast. We made a whole lot of
noise
crashing down here and I'm sure everything and it's mother's uncle will be
here
soon enough to check out what happened."
She gives the swordmaster's arm a sympathetic squeeze before passing by,
going to get a good look to see if she can get any hand holds and about how
far
until it gets tricky.
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