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- Session Start: Sun Mar 25 10:48:19 2018
- Session Ident: #tcci-36
- [10:48] * Now talking in #tcci-36
- [10:58] * Yelena sets mode: +o Commissar_Cornflakes
- [10:58] * Yelena sets mode: -o Yelena
- [11:09] * Antonio (IceChat9@sux-338B334D.washdc.fios.verizon.net) has joined #tcci-36
- [11:30] * TXTypewriter (Mutter@AF65559C.EB440313.8633422E.IP) has joined #tcci-36
- [11:30] * TXTypewriter is now known as Jean
- [11:35] * Kristoff (96c9b464@sux-F0E655AE.clients.kiwiirc.com) has joined #tcci-36
- [11:49] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The snowstorm passes while you camp, the dark hours of night's watches lit, ultimately, only by Mannslieb and the stars. Morrslieb's absence seems suspicious rather than relieving.
- [11:50] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Mitri lies in a limp, somehow-sullen silence, staring definite murder at your party now before eventually sleeping himself.
- [11:51] <Kristoff> Kristoff sleeps, but not restfully. During his turn to sleep, he dreams of red hands, of scorpions, and blades that freeze.
- [11:52] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The first grey hints of dawn bring just enough light to see your surroundings. Suren is up early, cooking breakfast out of his own supplies he brought. Nothing special there - some cured meats and hard bread, with nuts. Probably the nicest thing is the half-dozen eggs he somehow managed to secret in his borrowed horse's bags and not break.
- [11:52] <Commissar_Cornflakes> If anything is a sign of favor from the gods, it's that.
- [11:53] * Jean wakes to light of dawn and the sound - and smell - of Suren’s cooking.
- [11:55] <Kristoff> Kristoff is up at the smell of eggs and meat, but puts his armor and weapons on before even leaving the tent. Today has him on edge.
- [11:55] * Jean realizes it’s been days since they’ve had a proper meal. “We may be in the middle of the frozen tundra with no shelter, but that’s the most welcome sight I’ve seen since we’ve been in Kislev.”
- [11:56] <Kristoff> "Shallya's mercy, you brought eggs!" he says with a half chuckle as he pulls himself out of the tent, taking a seat by the fire.
- [11:56] * Jean gets up, puts her armor and weapons on, and packs her bedroll before joining the others at the fire.
- [11:56] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The pit fighter waves a greasy dagger that hopefully hasn't ever been stabbed into a human at Kristoff, "Eggs are Dazh's gift to man," he opines.
- [11:57] <Jean> “And what of chickens?”
- [11:57] <Kristoff> "That'd be Taal's doing, I think. Though I imagine he's loath to admit it. Maybe it was Rhya's idea."
- [11:57] <Kristoff> "But I'
- [11:57] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "The next best thing to swine," he says, "Better, even. They hardly need any space and they'll eat anything."
- [11:58] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Keep the local dogs out of the coop and you'll be rich in eggs for that damn bird's entire life."
- [11:58] <Kristoff> "but I'll give you, Dazh probably had the idea to have them make eggs, the tasty little bastards."
- [11:58] <Jean> “I never had any before I left Bretonnia. They’re a welcome change.”
- [11:58] * Yelena had been up early, relieving the two dead ungol mercenaries of their worldly possessions and trying to adjust the fit.
- [11:59] * Antonio wakes, groggily. "Are those eggs?" He seems merely surprised. "Finally, some-a civilization!" He pauses for a moment. "Perhaps you havva some bacon too, si?"
- [11:59] <Kristoff> "You should have them scrambled, there's a style bret cooks brought over when they came to the empire, it's almost like custard."
- [11:59] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Suren gives Jean a surprised look, "Truly? Here in Kislev even the poor can, with the gods' grace, keep a chicken or two."
- [11:59] <Kristoff> "I've got some salted fat-back in my pack I can add to that."
- [12:00] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Suren looks to Antonio, "Some ham will have to do, I'm afraid."
- [12:00] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "By all means then," he replies to Kristoff.
- [12:00] <Jean> “We didn’t keep chickens in the castle. Most of what we had was what the peasants of my father’s land produced... which was mostly lamb.”
- [12:01] <Jean> “I wonder if lamb would go well with eggs.”
- [12:02] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "I should guess so," Suren says, "There's many ways you can make an egg."
- [12:03] <Jean> “No doubt. I’ve read that in Cathay they put them in soup.”
- [12:03] <Kristoff> Kristoff produced a small cutting knife, unfit for battle, and sliced a few thick slabs of bacon from the fairly sizeable belly, enough for a slice each.
- [12:04] <Kristoff> "I wonder if they use those sticks, too. I heard tale of Cathayan mercenaries in the storm, that they ate with little wooden sticks."
- [12:04] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Perhaps you could ask in Praag?" Suren says, with a hint of jest, "I am told sometimes Cathayans come over the mountains there, with the caravans."
- [12:05] <Jean> “It’s part of their culture, I believe. The nobles have ones made from precious metals, it seems.”
- [12:05] <Kristoff> "Sticks or no sticks, so long as they're not fucking norscans, I'd be fine with fighting alongside the cathayans."
- [12:06] <Jean> “If I met a good Norscan I’d be fine with fighting alongside them as well.”
- [12:06] <Kristoff> "I hear their king is an actual dragon. Thinks himself emperor. I wonder if Emperor Franz has ever met him."
- [12:06] * Antonio offers something for the breakfast as well. "Itsa not much, but it'll have to do, I suppose." It was a wine skin filled with some tilean liquer that smelled sweet and tasted vaguely of almonds.
- [12:06] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Suren laughs, "A dwarf I met once told me they have a wall that runs the length of their country, to keep kyazak out."
- [12:06] <Jean> “I haven’t met any good Norscans but it’s a pleasant thought.”
- [12:07] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "It sounded like utter foolishness, but you don't let a dwarf know you think that."
- [12:07] <Kristoff> "Aye, I suppose even a norscan is worthy of Shallya's mercy."
- [12:07] <Kristoff> "Maybe there are dwarves in Cathay. They seem like the sort to do that sort of thing."
- [12:08] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Let me tell you, a Norscan is a bit like a wild dog," Suren says.
- [12:08] <Jean> “There must be. The empires of the Elves and Dwarves once occupied all the places men now dwell.”
- [12:08] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "It may let you feed it, and pet it. It may even seem to like you. But in the end, a dog is a dog and when it is hungry, you will rue trusting it."
- [12:09] <Jean> “Sounds quite a lot like many people I’ve heard of.”
- [12:10] <Antonio> "All depends onna the Norscan. My father? He worksa with Norscan whales to supply Trantio's lampsa with the whale oil."
- [12:10] <Antonio> *whalers
- [12:12] <Jean> “If only all Norscans took to honest business rather than reaving the holdings of others.”
- [12:12] <Yelena> "They'll be the hunting dogs, then. I'm sure they stole more than a few ships from Tilean traders."
- [12:13] <Jean> “And worshipping dark gods. That’s the really bad part.”
- [12:13] <Kristoff> "Norse bastards killed my master trying to get into an abbey full of shallyan sisters, once."
- [12:13] <Antonio> "I doubt I coulda spread the light offa Myrmydia to the northamen."
- [12:14] <Kristoff> "They didn't have any gold or relics, they just wanted the sisters."
- [12:16] * Jean grunts. “Maybe one of these days civilized folk will get together to lead an invasion on Norsca and be rid of them once and for all.”
- [12:17] <Kristoff> "Gods only willing... I still kind of hold out hope maybe my old master survived. He challenged their champion to a duel to distract them while I got the sisters out, but we never met up again so... I suppose it's silly."
- [12:19] <Jean> “If he died, he died fighting against evil for the sake of the meek. There’s no better reason to lay down your life.”
- [12:19] <Yelena> "You were lucky they accepted the duel in the first place."
- [12:19] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Norscans are peculiar like that."
- [12:21] <Kristoff> "They love a good fight above all else. A good fight and, well, whatever they had planned for the sisters I'll not say among the gentry."
- [12:22] <Antonio> "Something about honor or the like. Case inna point? Those whalers that my father hadda to deal with? He offered to buy them a newwa ship to sail the Sea offa Claws, isntead they jussa asked for hooked harpoons made offa black iron anna coinage."
- [12:23] <Kristoff> "...an odd bunch, I suppose."
- [12:25] <Kristoff> Kristoff turns to Jean. "Jean, about you and your husband, a lady taking on the mantle of knighthood to rescue her husband from the north, it sounds like something out of a play. You must really love the man, then."
- [12:26] <Yelena> "That'll sure make good stories for the children."
- [12:26] * Jean is finished eating by now. She sets the plate down and looks into the fire. “... Yes. In Bretonnia women are expected to be subservient to their husbands. I was always... rebellious about that.”
- [12:26] <Jean> “But I think that if it was with him... I could have lived that sort of life.”
- [12:27] <Kristoff> "I think my grandmaster would like you. She's a lady knight herself."
- [12:27] <Kristoff> "Sister Sigrid would say that 'True love is not about what you receive, but what you're willing to give'"
- [12:28] * Jean smirks somewhat sadly. “I remember what it was that he said that made me fall in love with him.”
- [12:29] <Antonio> "Subservient to fathers, husbands, brothers, anna sons. One offa my brothers issa married to a Bretonnian signorina anna he told me that he couldn't have askeda for a better wife."
- [12:29] <Kristoff> "What did he say, Jean?"
- [12:30] <Jean> “I was a rebellious, sarcastic girl. Every other Knight my family had me meet turned down the offer because of it, seeing me as difficult and surly, in spite of my father’s prestige.”
- [12:30] <Jean> “When Bernard courted me, I said... I don’t remember. Something I thought was witty. I only remember what he said to me.”
- [12:30] <Antonio> "You? Difficult anna surly? Say it ain'ta so!" He placed a hand against his cheek in mock aghastment!
- [12:31] <Jean> “He told me ‘You are not an object, my lady. And I will not allow anyone to trust you thus.’”
- [12:31] <Jean> Treat*
- [12:32] * Jean smiles a bit at the recollection. “Yes. If it was him, I would have settled down.”
- [12:32] <Kristoff> Kristoff smiles warmly at that. "That's beautiful."
- [12:33] * Jean ‘s smile fades. “When he left to come here, to fight the hordes of Archaon, he asked me to wait for him. That he’d come back and take my hand when he’d proven he was worthy of the title of Knight.”
- [12:35] <Kristoff> "Well, you've got my blade when it comes to finding him."
- [12:35] <Jean> “I... thank you.”
- [12:36] <Antonio> "Eh. I'lla help. Iffa only to finda the man that things you're a catch! It'da be like finding a unicorn!"
- [12:36] <Kristoff> "If nothing else, a quest to find the beloved of a lady knight will make for good letters to my sister. Which...>I may ened your help writing."
- [12:36] <Kristoff> *Need
- [12:37] <Antonio> "You needa look no further, bow wow! I willa be more thenna happy to right those letters for you!"
- [12:37] * Jean smirks a bit. “And thank you as well, Antonio.” If nothing else, his banter seems to take her mind off of heavier matters.”
- [12:37] <Yelena> "And you'll need a guide if you're to go farther north."
- [12:38] <Yelena> "I'll be sure to help you find one, eh."
- [12:38] <Jean> “Oh? Have I not already?”
- [12:38] * Jean says this in a bit of a teasing tone of voice.”
- [12:38] <Antonio> "Much assa I like thissa talk to abouta finding Jean'sa boyfriend, we have a cult to cull, no?"
- [12:39] <Kristoff> "I suppose we do." Kristoff says, finishing off the last crust of bread and bacon. "For the good of mankind, eh?"
- [12:39] <Yelena> "Oh, you'll follow rivers along with Suren then?"
- [12:40] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "I'm not going back to the rivers," Suren says with surprising seriousness.
- [12:40] <Jean> “Perhaps a good spot of killing vile cultists will lift our spirits.”
- [12:40] * Jean stands, stretching.
- [12:41] <Antonio> "Salute!" He'd finish breakfast and stand up. He has Mitri's pistol tucked on his belt, now, as he puts his helmet onto his head. "We walka into an ambush, no?"
- [12:41] <Jean> “Is it really an ambush if we see it coming?”
- [12:42] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Suren shrugs, "It's not an ambush if you know about it. And our options are limited.:"
- [12:42] <Jean> “Is there more than one entrance?”
- [12:42] <Kristoff> Kristoff lowers the visor of his helm.
- [12:43] <Yelena> "I'm sure they've at least one secret exit, just in case. That one surely knows about it," she gestures toward Mitri.
- [12:43] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "We'd have to ungag the boyar," Suren agrees.
- [12:43] <Yelena> "Unless they're so enthralled with murder they don't mind if it's their own..."
- [12:43] <Kristoff> "We don't have time. Morrsleib is in the sky tonight and the boyarina is counting on us."
- [12:44] <Jean> “It wouldn’t do to let any of them escape. But I doubt he’ll tell us anything if he hadn’t already.”
- [12:44] <Antonio> "Especially after we maimeda him."
- [12:45] <Jean> “I don’t suppose we could maim him even more.”
- [12:45] <Yelena> "He still has two valid limbs."
- [12:45] * Jean sighs. “Well, if it’s a cult they’ll most likely fall apart once we kill their leader. And Kislev is a harder place to survive after a rout than most.”
- [12:47] <Yelena> "Ah, that's just a bit of late winter. It gets easier in the summer."
- [12:47] * Jean (Mutter@AF65559C.EB440313.8633422E.IP) Quit (Connection reset by peer)
- [12:47] * Jean (Mutter@AF65559C.EB440313.8633422E.IP) has joined #tcci-36
- [12:49] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Like as not this will have half-melted by the afternoon," Suren agrees.
- [12:50] <Kristoff> "Then we'll need to move while we can."
- [12:50] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Once the fire has been properly put to rest and your baggage - including Mitri - loaded, the pre-dawn is looking to give way to the actual day.
- [12:50] * Yelena enjoys a clean change of bandages and onguents. Though she was sure the dogs' bites had reached her bones, it clearly wasn't too bad.
- [12:51] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Your horses do indeed seem tired, but healthy and hale enough despite their trial. Indeed, if you don't finish what you came here to do today, then it's likely they'll never need worry about such a journey again.
- [12:52] * Jean slings Mitri over the back of her riding horse, taking up the saddle of the Kislevite warhorse she’d “procured” from the dead bodyguards.
- [12:54] <Commissar_Cornflakes> This particular beast seems rather fresher than your own mounts - it no doubt helps that the pursuit wasn't quite so strenuous as your past couple of days.
- [12:54] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Well-trained, the animal uncomplainingly obeys Jean's commands almost before they've been made. If nothing else, Kislevites know how to breed horses.
- [12:58] * Jean drives the kislevite horse forward, holding the rein of her riding horse so it follows along.
- [12:58] <Kristoff> Kristoff leads the other horse from the back of Shepherd.
- [12:59] <Commissar_Cornflakes> As morning breaks, you no longer really need a guide to take you toward your destination. The massive peaks of the World's Edge mountains form the eastern horizon, hazy with distance. Suren estimates the proper peaks are a hundred miles or more distant. To the north, they seem to march down to meet your progress. These lower, rugged foothills are clad in green, even at this time of year.
- [13:00] * Yelena closes the march. It's not like the others need guidance after the Nail's display yesterday.
- [13:00] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Among these the Nail stands out like an exclamation point; it seems to grow from the foothills like a tower built, though scarcely anything built by dwarf or elf and nothing built by man compares to the spire. It's not hard to see why it would be regarded with some awe.
- [13:01] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Mitri, from his position in the saddle, never lets his eyes leave this peak. There is a religious awe there that is uncomfortable to witness on the sneering, venal man's face.
- [13:01] <Antonio> "Itsa creepy how he does that."
- [13:02] <Jean> “Even with his legs broken he managed to look smug.”
- [13:02] <Jean> Manages*
- [13:02] <Kristoff> "Shallya's tits..." He exhales at the sight of the spire. "What do you want to bet it's only got a few guards?"
- [13:03] <Yelena> "I'm not in the mood for such bets after what happened when I took it all lightly yesterday."
- [13:04] <Kristoff> "Right, stay behind us and focus on shooting, keep an eye out and we'll make it through this."
- [13:10] <Jean> “I hear Khanites don’t wear armor.”
- [13:10] <Jean> “Hopefully the rumors are true.”
- [13:11] <Commissar_Cornflakes> A long stretch of travel passes in relative silence as you make your way into rougher and more heavily-wooded country. You're truly in the borderlands between the steppe and the foothills at this point, the soil rocky and poor. Your progress is slower, but if you can find the temple, you've much time yet. By now, Kislev and even the small tsiras around you, Waking Day is already being celebrated with drink and revel and plenty of noise.
- [13:12] <Commissar_Cornflakes> But here, in the wild, the quiet only seems to deepen.
- [13:12] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "You feel it, don't you?" Suren asks suddenly. The pit fighter looks wary, uneasy. He shifts in his saddle.
- [13:13] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Surprisingly, Orzad speaks up, "Aye. A pricking in my beard's roots. Something's afoot."
- [13:13] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "I don't think we can hope this eclipse will just fail to happen," Suren says grimly.
- [13:13] <Antonio> "Issa probably the cult...?"
- [13:13] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Nai, manling," Orzad says gruffly, "Magic."
- [13:14] <Commissar_Cornflakes> He hocks and spits, as if the word left a bad taste.
- [13:14] <Yelena> "If only Baichu were here."
- [13:14] <Jean> “Damn, they’re starting whatever ritual they’ve planned. The one they need the boyarina for.”
- [13:14] <Antonio> "We should hurry then, no?"
- [13:14] <Yelena> "If they're inside, all the less of them outside for our 'ambush'. Better hurry anyway yes."
- [13:15] <Jean> “Yes, let’s make haste.”
- [13:17] <Commissar_Cornflakes> You eventually find the revile Mitri spoke of. Nothing seems special about it, and chances are you would have passed it by without his revelation. By now it's past noon and the Nail looms over you when you see it through the tops of the evergreen trees that cling to the rough terrain. Your path seems almost as if it were a road, despite the undergrowth and skree.
- [13:17] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Elf-work, or I'm a grobi," Orzad puts in.
- [13:18] <Jean> “It /is/ an altar for Khaine, or something of the sort.”
- [13:19] <Jean> “How many actual elves do you suppose are in this cult?”
- [13:20] <Yelena> "None."
- [13:20] <Jean> “Seems reasonable.”
- [13:20] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Suren shrugs, "I've never seen hardly any elves in my entire life. Mostly in Erengrad, sudarynja. They're queer and secretive."
- [13:21] <Jean> “I suppose one that worships Khaine might find useful fodder in easily duped humans.”
- [13:21] <Kristoff> "Well, into the maw of the beast, then?"
- [13:22] * Jean nods. “Let’s.”
- [13:23] <Commissar_Cornflakes> You hear the roar of water somewhere in the distance, though for some time its source remains unclear. Slowly, stealthily, the terrain around you has been filled with growth. Even the snow is less deep here, owing perhaps to the trees. Your path finally reaches its end - at a large, unfrozen pond. It's being fed by a modest waterfall.
- [13:24] <Commissar_Cornflakes> You realize that for some time you much have been climbing the base of Tor's Nail; the bulk of the stone spire now looms almost directly in front of you, rising unnaturally from the surrounding rocky foothills and casting its shadow down upon you.
- [13:24] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Suren grunts and looks around the glade, "Well, now what?"
- [13:26] <Yelena> "There's an entrance somewhere, surely?"
- [13:26] <Antonio> "It'sa probably something simple!" The man goes up to the wall of rock and starts a-knocking. "Hello?"
- [13:28] <Kristoff> "You, boy." Kristoff says, turning to Mitri. "Where's the entrance?"
- [13:28] <Commissar_Cornflakes> This necessitates some degree of climbing before Antonio can knock on what must be - more-or-less - the base of the Nail itself. From his position he can see the swift-flowing stream that feeds the waterfall and look down on the glade and his comrades.
- [13:28] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Of course, Antonio's knuckles seem to rap only on solid stone and he meets with no reply.
- [13:28] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Mitri, being gagged, merely rolls his eyes.
- [13:30] * Yelena wisely ungags Mitri.
- [13:30] <Yelena> "Well?"
- [13:30] <Kristoff> Kristoff holds a blade to Mitri's throat. "Yell and die."
- [13:31] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Mitri coughs, then laughs. It's a dry sound. Of course, the man hasn't eaten or drank a drop of water in over 24 hours, so it's to be expected.
- [13:32] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "I wouldn't need to yell to get the attention of the sentries," he says, finally, with contempt.
- [13:32] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "You mean to tell me - I can take you to the very door, any you can't find it?"
- [13:32] <Commissar_Cornflakes> He laughs again, then winces in pain.
- [13:32] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "You aren't even worth killing in Khaine's name."
- [13:33] * Kristoff rolls his eyes and gags the boy again before doing his own search.
- [13:34] * Yelena looks around too, expecting a cave of some sort in the rocks.
- [13:35] * Kristoff nods to the waterfall. "Where else would you hide a door?"
- [13:36] <Kristoff> He approaches the waterfall.
- [13:37] * Yelena follows Kristoff.
- [13:37] <Yelena> "What about Mitri? We leave him here?"
- [13:38] <Yelena> "I do find it odd his sentries didn't try anything against us."
- [13:38] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "It's queer," Suren agrees.
- [13:39] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The waterfall is quite swift, brilliant white in the sunlike, but a narrow path is concealed around its edge that leads behind it. There, a cave yawns wide, cloaked in pitch-black darkness.
- [13:40] <Kristoff> "They've probably pulled back to guard the ritual, but we're not taking chances." Kristoff draws his shield and frigid blade. "Behind the waterfall, people."
- [13:40] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Yelena is right," Suren says, "What of this sack of dung?"
- [13:42] <Yelena> "If we leave him, somebody's bound to sneak around and free him, if we take him, he'll slow us down. Whatever we do, we lose some."
- [13:42] <Jean> “There’s a third option.”
- [13:42] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The pit fighter draws his knife, "Let's cut his throat and leave him for the bears."
- [13:43] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Mitri bares his teeth in a wordless snarl.
- [13:43] <Yelena> "No more handing him to proper authorities?"
- [13:43] <Kristoff> "No, we hide him somewhere and hand him over when we're done."
- [13:44] * Yelena shrugs. "We can try."
- [13:46] <Jean> “Well, if anyone does come to free him it’s that many fewer fighters we need to deal with. And his legs are broken, so he won’t be much help to them.”
- [13:48] <Yelena> "Let's do that then, and get in."
- [13:48] * Jean nods, hauling the boyar from her horse and finding some nearby bush to tie him to.
- [13:51] <Commissar_Cornflakes> That's not very difficult considering his state, but it's not exactly the most cunning hiding spot ever.
- [13:51] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "We could hide him in the pool," Suren suggests maliciously, "Tie him to a stone and cast him in."
- [13:52] <Jean> “Patience. Once we bring him back to the authorities I’m sure his suffering will be greater than anything we can concoct out here.”
- [13:54] <Yelena> "With our luck, he'll get a quick and painless execution."
- [13:54] <Kristoff> "For now, let's move."
- [13:55] * Jean sighs. “That would be frustrating. We could give him a quick and painless execution right here.”
- [13:56] * Jean moves regardless.
- [13:58] <Antonio> "We really think it woulda be behind the waterfalls?"
- [13:59] <Kristoff> "I know for a fact it is."
- [14:00] <Commissar_Cornflakes> You move into the cave proper, leaving your baggage and horses behind. Orzad mutters a word in his tongue and his helmet's lamp blazes into amber light, casting a beam of brilliance into its depths.
- [14:01] <Commissar_Cornflakes> You have to walk carefully when you enter to avoid submerging yourselves in water; the pool extends into the cave itself. The play of the dwarf's beam doesn't quite reach the back of the cave.
- [14:01] <Commissar_Cornflakes> It's surprisingly warm, and the air has a noisome quality that reminds you of a wild beast.
- [14:01] <Kristoff> Kristoff grips the hilt of his sword tightly, soldiering on.
- [14:02] * Jean has both weapons ready, moving closely with the others.
- [14:03] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "A moment, manlings," Orzad says carefully.
- [14:03] * Yelena has no weapon ready, but is herself ready to draw either sword and dagger or bow and arrow.
- [14:03] <Yelena> "What is it?"
- [14:05] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "...well, it's not grobi, I can tell you that," the taciturn dwarf replies, tapping his axe on his hip, "But that's no bear-stink nor Varf."
- [14:05] <Commissar_Cornflakes> He steps closer to the wall of the cave, and scans it with an expert's eyes, muttering under his breath.
- [14:05] <Kristoff> "Varf?"
- [14:05] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Wolf," he says distractedly.
- [14:05] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "And this isn't some mere cave, though it was disguised to look like such."
- [14:06] <Commissar_Cornflakes> There's a resentful tone in his voice that sounds almost respectful.
- [14:06] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "We're on the right path."
- [14:06] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The dwarf utters another sharp word and his axe bursts into flame, wreathing your group in its wholesome glow.
- [14:07] <Kristoff> "Sounds like elves, or men." He said, following Orzad's lead.
- [14:09] <Antonio> "Maybe we're looking atta this the wrong way! Maybe our enemies are some weird elf-man hybrid!"
- [14:09] * Yelena groans and resumes following Orzad and the others.
- [14:10] <Commissar_Cornflakes> As you make your way further into the cave, it becomes decidedly warmer. The pool of water narrows and then finally terminates near the rear of the cave, which you see almost doubles back on itself. "What rot!" Orzad scoffs.
- [14:10] <Jean> “Don’t be rediculous, elves don’t breed with humans.”
- [14:11] <Kristoff> "This feels like a trap."
- [14:11] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "This is defensive," the dwarf says, pointing out the feature, "Defenders could wait around this bend here and shoot down attackers as they moved through. And it's narrow enough to make moving a ram through a bastard."
- [14:11] <Yelena> "Ah, of course he'd lie about the exact location of the ambush."
- [14:14] <Kristoff> "Right, so, shields up."
- [14:16] <Jean> “Are we going to have to break their door down?”
- [14:16] * Antonio draws his rapier out... and as request, had a shield out! The same shield he got from the spearfighter at the Tor's Bolt.
- [14:16] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Glad you didn't cut that fool's throat now?" Orzad asks, "Give me a torch."
- [14:17] <Kristoff> Kristoff hands orzad a torch.
- [14:19] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The dwarf lights it and tosses it around the bend in the cave, picking up his mirrored shield - the one taken from the slaim Myrmidian - and pokes it quickly around the corner.
- [14:20] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The image reflected on its bronze surface is murky at best, but shows no shadows of bowmen waiting in ambush, nor beasts crouched and ready to pounce.
- [14:20] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Orzad draws back his arm and shrugs, "I have a bad feeling," he says, stubbornly, "We're not alone in here."
- [14:21] <Kristoff> "No, but we'll fight together if nothing else."
- [14:21] <Jean> “We can’t afford to wait while we’re so close.”
- [14:21] * Yelena looks up.
- [14:22] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Yelena sees nothing dwelling in the ceiling of the cave except fungus and spider webs, though it was certainly a smart move on her part.
- [14:22] * Yelena shakes her head. "Better get on with it, before they finish their foul ceremony."
- [14:23] <Kristoff> "Right."
- [14:24] * Jean nods.
- [14:26] * Antonio sheathes his parrying dagger and draws the pistol he took from Mitri. "Mighta come in handy..."
- [14:27] <Commissar_Cornflakes> You move into the second chamber of the cave, which widens considerably. The occasional pillar of stone supports a ceiling that vanishes into darkness. All in all, you're reminded rather unpleasantly of a great beast's stomach, an impression made no better when Suren steps on something that cruches and Orzad's beam reveals a smashed skull.
- [14:28] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The dwarf holds his axe high and scans around the chamber, white and yellowed bones soon being revealed in their dozens. Most have been smashed or cracked open.
- [14:28] <Antonio> "Oh, looka at that, they're the cannibals, too."
- [14:29] <Kristoff> "Or they keep pet ghouls."
- [14:29] <Jean> “That seems more likely. Remember the ones we encountered in the sewers?”
- [14:29] <Jean> “They did the same thing.”
- [14:30] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "I don't think so, umgi," Orzad says, as a low growl resonates through the cave. A shape - bigger than a horse - moves through the pillars of stone, firelight reflecting in bestial eyes, "Something worse."
- [14:30] * Yelena looks up again. Different room, different ceiling!
- [14:30] * Yelena doesn't look up for long.
- [14:30] <Kristoff> "The fuck is that?"
- [14:30] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The dwarf turns his beam on the creature's face and gives a cry of dismay answered by a roar that sounds like the hideous child of a woman's scream and a bear's death agonies.
- [14:30] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "MANTICORE!"
- [14:33] <Yelena> "Weak points?" she asks, hands reaching for her bow and arrows.
- [14:34] <Antonio> "Jussa shoot it inna the head!"
- [14:35] <Jean> “The head’s always a good weakspot.”
- [14:35] <Kristoff> "Jean, you and I will worry the beast, antonio, put those guns to use, Yelena, you too."
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- [14:36] * Commissar_Cornflakes changes topic to 'Kristoff 58, Manticore 53, Yelena 49, Suren 48, Jean 45, Antonio 37, Orzad 17'
- [14:36] <Kristoff> "Gang up on the damn thing, keep it pinned!"
- [14:38] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The beast shrieks, as if in reply, as it paces into the light. It seems as if some cruel twist of Chaos had forced a half-dozen animals together until they physically merged, producing something at once piteous, terrifying, and utterly mad.
- [14:39] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Its body resembles some great cat's, clad in tawny fur. Beneath the fur you see, bizarrely, the gleam of almost fish-like scales.
- [14:40] <Commissar_Cornflakes> A mane frames a face that is at once feline and abominably human - its eyes roll madly, and its mouth splits unnaturally wide to reveal dagger-like rows of fangs.
- [14:41] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Wide, batlike wings flare from the twisted hump of the creature's shoulders, buffeting you with the stench of its den, and the whip-crack of a scorpion's tail splits the air.
- [14:42] <Commissar_Cornflakes> It opens its mouth again, and incredibly, seems to speak; it's a repulsive sound, like an animal aspiring to manhood, and grates on your ears.
- [14:43] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "THE WALLS WITH THEIR EYES BEHOLD THE SEER AND FIND HIM EYELESS IN TURN," the beast says with idiot malevolence.
- [14:43] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "THE BEES BUILD NESTS IN THE SKULLS OF THE BRAVE AND THE COWARDLY ALIKE," it adds, "AND ALL SHALL BOW BEFORE THE BEGGAR AND SEE HIM AS KING."
- [14:44] <Kristoff> ".....What?!"
- [14:44] <Antonio> "Its jussa stupid animal! Like a southlands parrot!"
- [14:46] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "IT SPEAKS AND IT DOES AND WHEN IT DOES IT SPEAKS TRUTH AND LIES IN EQUAL MEASURE," the manticore snarls.
- [14:47] <Jean> “Ignore it’s words and focus on it’s fangs! Kill it!”
- [14:47] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "KHANS AND TZARS WEEP RIVERS OF TEARS AND RIVERS OF BLOOD FOR THE FATE OF GODS."
- [14:48] <Kristoff> "FUCK OFF!" Kristoff screams, charging the beast and bringing his blade down, which bounces uselessly off the creature's hide.
- [14:50] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The beast snarls or laughs - it's hard to tell - and explodes into furious action!
- [14:53] <Kristoff> Kristoff, working off adrenaline, manages to evade a fair number of the blows before turning the beast's fangs aside with his blade.
- [14:54] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "KATARIN!" Suren yells, hurling himself at the beast while it's distracted with Kristoff, "URAAAAAA!"
- [14:55] <Commissar_Cornflakes> A savage thrust with his trident gouges only a shallow wound in the beast's flank, but brackish blood spurts from the wound. The manticore snarls its outrage.
- [14:55] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "PISS ON THE GRAVES OF FATHERS AND SONS."
- [14:59] * Jean quickly moves in alongside the others, but unlike them she does so in silence, letting her blades do the talking. They make their meaning quite clear, carving huge gashes in the beast’s hide, Jean’s blades flashing through the air and leaving wide arcs of blood across the ground in their passing.
- [15:00] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "AGONY! AGONY!" the beast wails, tail thrashing violently to drive Jean back.
- [15:02] <Jean> Orzad charges in, adding his weight to the dogpile of flesh and steel now oppressing the Manticore. Unfortunately he isn’t able to find purchase in flesh with his axe, but he’s still one more obstacle in the beast’s path.
- [15:17] <Kristoff> Kristoff has had enough of this damn beast, with its mad rantings and attacking his friends. His strikes bear the weight of his disdain. He smashes the edge of his shield hard into the side of the beast's ribs, forcing it to rear backward as his sword finds purchase in the join it its shoulder, cutting down through the meat and bone, chopping throu
- [15:17] <Kristoff> gh ribs, freeing boiling viscera from its cage of bone as its arm is reduced to a ragged stump of meat. The second blow, devastating, the edge of the sword streaked with frozen blood collides with the creature's scull, bursting its eyeball and cleaving the bone away in a brutal gash, exposing what might be brain matter, but is coated in too much b
- [15:17] <Kristoff> lack gore to tell.
- [15:19] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Incredibly, the beast still lives. Now its inane babbling has been reduced to ear-piecing screams. It thrashes about, spraying its attackers in droplets of oily, noisome blood, opening its jaws wider, wider, wider...and then it gags convulsively and vomits forth a gout of foul ichor!
- [15:23] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The blackish-purple foulness explodes in a misty cloud, managing to engulf two of its four attackers.
- [15:24] * Jean gets caught in the acid, the foul ichor seeping between the plates of her armor. “GRRRAHH!”
- [15:25] <Kristoff> Kristoff is forced to take a few steps back, the searing bile scoring his flesh beneath the armor. "FUCK!"
- [15:25] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Bastard thing! Here, here!" Suren gives a whooping war cry and thrusts his trident at its remaining eye. Distracted, the manticore roars, "BEGONE AND BEGONE AND FOREVERMORE WEEP!"
- [15:25] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The pit fighter's strike is slapped aside by one massive paw, "Now, Bretonnian!" he calls.
- [15:33] * Jean dashes forward, acid dripping from her armor as she dives under the beast’s jaws, slashing at its limbs as she passes. She cuts tendons in its shoulders and hips asunder, but the killing blow comes when her blades cut through the insides of the thighs, slashing open the major arteries. Thick black blood runs from the wounds freely, pooling rapidly under the beast’s collapsing body. Within s
- [15:33] <Jean> econds, the creature lies dead and exsanguinated.
- [15:34] <Kristoff> "....Fucking hells, is it dead?"
- [15:35] <Jean> “I know how to make sure.”
- [15:35] * Jean pulls her sword out, a much longer blade than the shorter ones she had procured, and begins hacking through the creature’s neck.
- [15:36] <Kristoff> Kristoff raises his blade to help hack the beast's head off.
- [15:38] * Jean separates the manticore’s head from its body in short order with Kristoff’s help, allowing it to roll away onto the ground.
- [15:38] <Jean> “I don’t trust these chaos beasts to stay dead from something like bleeding to death.”
- [15:39] <Antonio> "Issa it a chaos beast? Inna this world dragons exist, why not something likea that?"
- [15:39] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "No two manticores are alike, umgi," Orzad says to Antonio.
- [15:40] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "They are all daemon-touched in their own way."
- [15:40] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "In the mountains of the north, where I am from, beasts like this one lair in high caves and peaks. I have nai idea what one is doing here."
- [15:41] <Kristoff> Just to make extra sure, kristoff cuts off the spiky tail of the beast as well.
- [15:41] * Jean wipes the blood from her blades and puts them away. “There’s one less in the world, and we can be glad for that.”
- [15:41] <Kristoff> "Aye....Orzad, I'm going to need some help cleaning these burns."
- [15:43] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "That would be wise," the dwarf agrees, "It's more often than not these things' spittle is poisoned."
- [15:45] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Suren examines the beast while Orzad works. After a moment, he speaks up, "This thing is covered in scars," he says.
- [15:45] <Kristoff> "Whip scars?"
- [15:45] <Yelena> "I have an antitoxin kit, but I'm not sure it'll be any good for poison from this creature.
- [15:46] <Kristoff> "Maybe they struck the beast to train it. Oh, and suren, keep the tail ready. It might be loaded with venom which could come in handy."
- [15:46] * Jean takes off some of her armor to allow Orzad to treat any burns on her skin. She might not say it, but she probably doesn’t want have burn scars
- [15:47] <Jean> Want any *
- [15:47] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "I think so," Suren says to Kristoff.
- [15:48] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "I've seen their like, in any case."
- [15:48] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Orzad grunts, "I've heard some of the elgi keep these creatures as war-beasts. Degenerates."
- [15:48] <Yelena> "The sooner we find its owner, the better."
- [15:49] <Kristoff> "Then we may in fact be fighting elves today." Kristoff nods to Yelena. "Then let's go, the boyarina is waiting for us."
- [15:51] <Antonio> "Could jussa be a left over fromma the first cult."
- [15:51] <Commissar_Cornflakes> You resume your progress, perhaps a bit more wary now than before, though some of the tension in this plutonian vault seems to have drained away. The cave doubles back on itself again, narrowing...and then you see the first signs of actual artifice. Stairs, cunningly cut but recognizable.
- [15:52] <Yelena> "If this place hosted a cult to Tor at any point, I do not think they would have let such a beast live.3
- [15:52] <Yelena> '
- [15:52] <Yelena> '
- [15:52] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Your path finally ends before a pair of massive doors. Bronze, they probably once gleamed in light shed upon them. Now they're thick with greenish patina.
- [15:53] <Kristoff> "Ready?"
- [15:53] <Commissar_Cornflakes> It's not just the size of the doors that make an impression, but what their long-ago creators carved into them.
- [15:54] <Commissar_Cornflakes> A mass of writhing bodies at the feet of the door - men and dwarfs and other things being slaughtered and brutalized by lurid, nude elven women with serpentine daggers and a malevolent glee that seems to watch you through the ages.
- [15:55] <Jean> “Definitely not a shrine of Tor.”
- [15:56] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Looking up the length of the doors, as the patina thins, a massive shape looms over the carnage before. It almost seems like a elf writ large, clad for war, though no elf ever had a face so bestial and savage as this carving's face.
- [15:56] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The eyes of Khaine watch you as you stand before one of his temples, marking you.
- [15:56] <Kristoff> "This must be Khaine..."
- [15:57] <Antonio> "Eeeugh."
- [15:57] <Kristoff> "Whatever lies beyond this door, we stand together."
- [15:57] <Antonio> "Si."
- [15:59] <Kristoff> "Ready?"
- [15:59] * Jean nods. “Ready.”
- [15:59] * Yelena shrugs. "Sure."
- [16:00] <Yelena> "So do we knock or."
- [16:01] <Antonio> "Letsa just kick it down!"
- [16:02] * Jean looks for any handles or ways to open the door.
- [16:02] * Kristoff begins to push the door.
- [16:03] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The door opens outward, or it would, if they budged when Jean pulled the handles - shaped like daggers being proffered by she-elves, and for all appearances with blades equally sharp.
- [16:05] * Jean tries the handles, to no avail. “... is it locked, or just too heavy/“
- [16:05] <Yelena> "Any ideas, Orzad?"
- [16:06] <Yelena> "A door so heavy, there might be a mechanism."
- [16:06] <Kristoff> "Let me see...."
- [16:06] <Yelena> "Let's go fetch Mitri, maybe it requires a sacrifice."
- [16:10] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Orzad simply shakes his head, "They seem simple enough, I would guess locking bolts and a drawbar..."
- [16:10] <Kristoff> Kristoff rushes off, returning moments later with the head of the manticore.
- [16:10] <Jean> “Gods forbid they lock the door to their lair from the inside.”
- [16:10] <Kristoff> "The blades have been polished, but everything else is covered in that patina, right?"
- [16:11] <Kristoff> "Because something needs to be on the blades for them to open."
- [16:11] <Kristoff> "Like, for example, blood."
- [16:11] <Jean> “Yes. You think it’s the beast?”
- [16:11] <Antonio> "I'mma sensing a theme..."
- [16:11] <Kristoff> Kristoff squeezes the neck stump of the dead manticore to ooze some of its blood onto the blades.
- [16:13] * Yelena shakes her head. "Crazy."
- [16:13] <Kristoff> Just to make extra sure, he stabs the neck-stump of the manticore onto the blades a few times.
- [16:13] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Well, give it a pull, umgi," Orzad says, sounding interested in spite of himself.
- [16:13] <Yelena> "Or maybe it requires human blood."
- [16:14] <Kristoff> Kristoff then pulls the handle, now drenched thoroughly in chimera gore
- [16:15] <Commissar_Cornflakes> This time, the blade of the dagger pulls outward. There's a loud click, and a grind of internal mechanisms, and the door slowly pulls outwards on silent hinges.
- [16:15] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Magic is cheating," Orzad grumbles.
- [16:15] <Kristoff> Kristoff pats orzad's shoulder. "It's elves, what do you expect?
- [16:15] <Kristoff> "
- [16:15] <Jean> “On the upside, once the manticore’s blood drains out they won’t be able to get in.”
- [16:17] <Antonio> "Maybe it just requires blood?"
- [16:17] <Yelena> "Let's hope not."
- [16:18] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The doors open into what looks like a gatehouse, though this one was seemingly ruined long ago and has not yet been repaired. Murder-holes above and beside the entryway stand thankfully empty, and there is a sense of gloom and disuse. A second set of more munane doors have rotted away and been pulled from their hinges.
- [16:19] <Kristoff> "Let's hope we only have a few more guards to deal with." Kristoff says, his voice low.
- [16:20] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The gatehouse opens into a hall as grand as any Bretonnian duke's, though far more sparse. Carved from the living stone, one could fit four carriages abreast comfortably here.
- [16:20] * Antonio gives a low whistle.
- [16:21] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The pillars supporting the arched ceiling have been decoratively carved, depicting fierce-looking elves holding the stone ceiling on broad shoulders.
- [16:21] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Their faces are carved such that each pair of eyes stares accusingly towards the gatehouse.
- [16:21] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Spaced between them, oil lamps have been hung from stands that are definitely newer than the temple.
- [16:22] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Though this massive hall has clearly been cleaned in recent months, you see signs of the place's age; the patina on the tiles, the thin cracks on some of the statues, the general dank air of the place.
- [16:22] <Commissar_Cornflakes> It seems, for all the world, completely silent and deserted.
- [16:23] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Suren switches his trident from one hand to the other and glances around in the poorly-lit gloom, "What are the odds we've not been oticed?"
- [16:23] <Kristoff> "Exceedingly high."
- [16:26] * Yelena looks around for a door or passage out the hall.
- [16:27] <Commissar_Cornflakes> From what Yelena can see, at least five hallways branch off this main one. Two to the left, two to the right, and a set of doors directly ahead at the far end of the hallway, barely noticeable at the end of Orzad's beam.
- [16:29] <Antonio> "Which one do we go down?"
- [16:31] <Kristoff> ".....Look for footprints."
- [16:31] <Kristoff> "Traces of blood, anything."
- [16:31] <Yelena> "Listen for fanatical chanting."
- [16:38] * Yelena points to the right side of the hall, coming from the gates. "Boot prints and... and naked feet prints? I'm not sure if it's the wind, but I think I can hear chanting coming from there too..."
- [16:38] <Jean> “That’s our path forward.”
- [16:39] <Yelena> "But then I expect chanting or sermons from a good cult, I might be making it up. Not the prints, though."
- [16:42] * Yelena starts going toward the right, and waits for the others.
- [16:43] <Kristoff> Kristoff followed.
- [16:47] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The archway that leads into the hall looks like it would've once held doors - though these, like the gatehouse's inner set, are long rotted away. As you approach, you see light from within, and hear low muttering voices. Not chanting, but conversation.
- [16:47] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Two men, conversing in Kislevarin - one whose accents are rustic and rural, the other sounding like an educated man.
- [16:48] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "-don't see why she left these ones over," the farmboy complains.
- [16:49] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The other voice answers, "-be hungry when the Hag Queen awakens. Do YOU want to feed her your heart?"
- [16:49] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The first man laughs at this, "-the new blood were still here. Could have kept some in reserve. Just in case."
- [16:50] * Kristoff nods to Yelena, jean, and the rest, sword at the ready.
- [16:50] <Commissar_Cornflakes> The second retorts, "-not our place to question. The mistress is guided by our Lord. He needs our knives in Kislev."
- [16:51] * Kristoff quietly counts down with his fingers.
- [16:51] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "You both prattle like children," a third voice says warningly.
- [16:53] * Yelena looks at Kristoff and shrugs, sword and dagger in hands.
- [16:53] * Jean nods, blades in hand.
- [16:53] * Kristoff raises his fingers, Three, two...
- [16:53] <Kristoff> one.
- [16:53] * Kristoff charges in.
- [16:54] * Antonio follows after Kristoff, pistol in one hand, rapier in the other!
- [16:54] * Jean follows, hoping the enemy will be too surprised to react.
- [16:55] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Kristoff finds himself in what appears to be a small gaol of simple design. An inner door - bronze barred - has been left open. Each side of the room is lined with numerous cells, all barred, most scarcely wider than a man and not deep enough to let one lie down.
- [16:56] <Commissar_Cornflakes> Startled eyes look up at the knight's sudden entrance - from hollow, filthy faces within the cages, and from three men sitting at a rough-hewn table at the end of the prison room, cards and a half-eaten meal laid before them.
- [16:56] <Commissar_Cornflakes> "Khaine's blood!" one exclaims.
- [16:56] * Yelena follows.
- [16:57] * Kristoff doesn't allow them to get their bearings and charges!
- [16:57] * Antonio fires off a shot at the one that shouted!
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- Session Close: Mon Mar 26 19:29:20 2018
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