The Delta

[Geoffrey Ravenhurst]

Herneiros scratches his beard, looks to the right and then to the left, before finally opening a coffin. He wasn't a grave robber by nature, but merely wanted to see what race the locals had been. It might offer some clues...

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

Aug 11, 2020 2:13:58 GMT The Forgotten God said:

Aug 11, 2020 0:06:45 GMT Tehol Nookington said:

After several other rounds of discussion they agree on going in to ambush the Sorcerers, using the same tactic. Korobas front and center stealthing his way up to one of the Wizards for a surprise attack, meanwhile Tehol and Zavier going in with swords to hack and slash, and supposedly Kjell to bring up the rear providing ranged support.

The hydra enters the room and the trio follow. They enter the chamber with the altar and they saw the sorceress in the back about twelve meters away talking to two dwarves armed with handguns. The diminutive gunmen look at the approaching adventurers and one walks to each side of the altar. The sorceress smirked and turned her palm toward the adventurers then wiggles her fingers in a farewell gesture and turned a little hourglass necklace upside down. The three heard a distinctive tick-tock sound a few times and she was gone by the second sounding.

“What ye here fer?!” The taller dwarf growled. “This here’s our dagger!”

Naturally, Kjell shot at the woman the moment she raised her palm, knowing better than to let an unfriendly wizard cast.

[Ceutinde]

Aug 11, 2020 4:03:24 GMT Justine-Juliette de Vair said:

She trailed the fingers of one hand through the blood absently as she studied the items, running her fingers over the statue before tucking it into her pouch. She took the ring as well, and then the coins as an after thought. She turned it in her hands as she walked back to Ceutinde. At last, she slipped it onto her finger on her bloodied hand. “Let’s keep going. The Huntsman is there already.” She pointed.

Ceutinde nodded and started walking where Juliette pointed, making a note to take a look at the artifacts once the more agreeable sister was back in charge. "You've a lovely voice, and it's a nice tune. The words might be a bit morbid, but that's a writer's prerogative."

[The Forgotten God]

Aug 11, 2020 7:23:53 GMT Geoffrey Ravenhurst said:

Herneiros scratches his beard, looks to the right and then to the left, before finally opening a coffin. He wasn't a grave robber by nature, but merely wanted to see what race the locals had been. It might offer some clues...

The coffin door opened and a pile of bones fell out. They looked human but they could have been a shorter elf’s as well, and before time had crumpled it the skeleton had been entombed leaning on his sword with a purple scaled shield which Father Time has yet to damage. The shield has a pattern on it of a dragon’s fire running from bottom left to top right.

[The Forgotten God]

Aug 11, 2020 7:25:25 GMT Kjell Ó Raghallaigh said:

Aug 11, 2020 2:13:58 GMT The Forgotten God said:

The hydra enters the room and the trio follow. They enter the chamber with the altar and they saw the sorceress in the back about twelve meters away talking to two dwarves armed with handguns. The diminutive gunmen look at the approaching adventurers and one walks to each side of the altar. The sorceress smirked and turned her palm toward the adventurers then wiggles her fingers in a farewell gesture and turned a little hourglass necklace upside down. The three heard a distinctive tick-tock sound a few times and she was gone by the second sounding.

“What ye here fer?!” The taller dwarf growled. “This here’s our dagger!”

Naturally, Kjell shot at the woman the moment she raised her palm, knowing better than to let an unfriendly wizard cast.

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The gun echoes loudly in the chamber and the bullet slows down to a crawl as it approached the sorceress for the last meter or so. She winked. “Archelaus warned me you weren’t big on conversation. Have a good...time you three!”

[Geoffrey Ravenhurst]

Once again, Herneiros looked to the right...

And then to the left...

Before grabbing the shield that was clearly no longer needed.

Finally, he turned to look at the black gem. Almost certainly, the candles acted as some sort of warding spell. But whether to keep something out... or in?

Unfortunately, one doesn't earn a title like the Wild Huntsman by being timid. Herneiros blew out one of the flames.

[The Forgotten God]

The flame didn’t blow out. It didn’t even flicker to react to his breath.

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

“Motherfuck!” Kjell shouted and almost threw her gun at the empty spot the wizard had occupied a second ago. “I hate these fucking wizards,” she said, running a hand through her hair. She looked at the dwarves, frowning. “What fucking dagger?”

[Geoffrey Ravenhurst]

"Hmmm... windproof. Someone really didn't want you going out... you have piqued my curiosity, oh mysterious orb of mystery..."

Herneiros was of the natural opinion he could probably kill or banish any abomination or evil spirit he ever encountered, and to be fair, his track record was actually pretty exceptional. So he took out an arrow from his quiver and used it to knock the candle over, in hopes it wasn't gravity proof as well.

[The Forgotten God]

The dwarves pointed at the black dagger. “This one,” the shorter one said. “The same one everyone comes to take. From whenever and wherever they can.” The other dwarf nodded as though that was some great truth. “When are you from? Ain’t seen an elf since two weeks from now!”

[The Forgotten God]

Aug 11, 2020 16:46:09 GMT Geoffrey Ravenhurst said:

"Hmmm... windproof. Someone really didn't want you going out... you have piqued my curiosity, oh mysterious orb of mystery..."

Herneiros was of the natural opinion he could probably kill or banish any abomination or evil spirit he ever encountered, and to be fair, his track record was actually pretty exceptional. So he took out an arrow from his quiver and used it to knock the candle over, in hopes it wasn't gravity proof as well.

The candle took a bit of encouragement as the stand had sort of rusted into the altar but it falls over. The purple light extinguished on both sides and the black jewel tumbled onto the hard stones of the religious edifice. It made a clicking sound much louder than its tiny size would seem to warrant.

[Geoffrey Ravenhurst]

Herneiros paused, wishing he knew anything about metallurgy. He knew it was probably, almost certainly, nay, obviously enchanted...

Unfortunately, time was of the essence, so he attempted to simply collect the black orb and leave.

[The Forgotten God]

The little crystal comes off the altar without a fuss and the Huntsman feels a slight quake. Across the island something is causing a minor tectonic disturbance which rattled loose stones and makes the sarcophagi shudder with loud clanks and clunks.

Other than that obvious coincidence, everything is hunky-dory.

[Geoffrey Ravenhurst]

"...shit."

Herneiros pockets the gem and promptly leaves, clutching his new shield.

[Justine-Juliette de Vair]

Aug 11, 2020 8:14:55 GMT Ceutinde said:

Aug 11, 2020 4:03:24 GMT Justine-Juliette de Vair said:

She trailed the fingers of one hand through the blood absently as she studied the items, running her fingers over the statue before tucking it into her pouch. She took the ring as well, and then the coins as an after thought. She turned it in her hands as she walked back to Ceutinde. At last, she slipped it onto her finger on her bloodied hand. “Let’s keep going. The Huntsman is there already.” She pointed.

Ceutinde nodded and started walking where Juliette pointed, making a note to take a look at the artifacts once the more agreeable sister was back in charge. "You've a lovely voice, and it's a nice tune. The words might be a bit morbid, but that's a writer's prerogative."

Juliette just grinned. “So they say. It is based on a true story, perhaps you heard that one before?”

The ground rumbled beneath their feet. It wasn’t as unsteady as being on the ship, but it still had Juliette throwing out her arms for balance. “I think we might need to hurry,” she said as she picked up the pace. She wiped the hand wet with the wizard’s blood on her skirt as she sprinted toward the cave.