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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Aug 22, 2020 17:34:16 GMT
Finally Juliette had found something she had no wish to kill, tempting though it was. “There is no pleasure in killing a chained thing.”
As the arm moved, she smiled slightly. “Is it as fearsome as it pretends to be, Nigel?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 22, 2020 17:50:54 GMT
"Probably themselves," replied Herneiros before exploring further. Approaching the dragon bones, Herneiros feels them utterly devoid of any magical trace at all. He had always heard the beasts were almost made of magic in legends and so it’s a bit disappointing. This one was only thirty or so feet long; a juvenile Lesser dragon at best. There’s a chain attached to it’s rear legs but no other signs of damage. |
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 22, 2020 18:04:40 GMT
Herneiros crouched behind the bones, then examined it for evidence it was killed by violence, looking it over for cuts and cracks along the ribcage and skull.
(Observation 40)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 22, 2020 18:22:10 GMT
There’s no evidence anything violent had killed it at all. The only wound he sees are voice marks in the floor and on its claws where it had apparently fought in vain to escape the prison.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Aug 22, 2020 19:08:10 GMT
“The Mist only makes monsters,” Nigel replied, leveling his arquebus at the creature. He hesitated as he saw his own image reflected in its eyes, before suddenly holstering the weapon and continuing down the hallway. “But agreed, there is neither sport nor glory in slaying a chained beast. Press onward.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 22, 2020 19:11:38 GMT
Herneiros stroked his beard in thought then looked around for whatever device might have been used to kill this marvel of the ancient world. This was almost certainly too big for simple mortal incantation...
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Aug 22, 2020 19:18:26 GMT
Juliette rolled her eyes. Such a lack of detail from one who planned to write a book. Unwilling to wait for the published edition, she stepped up to the grate and peered down, moving carefully around the immense chained arm of the thing. Yes it was terribly hideous. Worth killing, were it free. She contemplated freeing it for a moment. Justine’s arquebus could probably do something for those remaining chains. Juliette considered it, looking the beast over, and suddenly a flash of light showed her true face...
Justine stumbled back from the grate and the thick monstrous arm, chest pounding. She pulled out her dagger and clutched it in one fist as she stared around at the disgusting tunnel they were in. “What a disturbing place. We should find whatever we were meant to find and then get out of here.” She hustled after Nigel, glancing quickly at Herneiros and Ceutinde as she passed them. She remembered fighting the huge mist lord outside and the cave and combing into this place, but only in dreamlike snippets. “Where’s everyone else?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 22, 2020 21:39:57 GMT
Herneiros sees no actual devices. The most likely although in many ways the saddest of the possibilities is that after the place had been abandoned the poor creature had simply starved. Mist monsters had never eaten for sustenance that Herneiros knew if but the same could not be said for the dragons. The grey sludge that had oozed when Nigel had opened the door falls down toward the trapped monster. The farther Nigel goes the narrower the tunnel gets until he sees the end, which has a meter long lever and a gate that blocks the stairs going below. He also sees a broken tube running from floor to ceiling.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Aug 23, 2020 16:54:40 GMT
Nigel pulls the lever. What could go wrong?
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 23, 2020 16:57:53 GMT
Herneiros concluded this area was merely a holding pen. But where was the actual laboratory...?
He looked about for stairs or a curiously labeled door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 23, 2020 17:08:59 GMT
As Nigel pulled the lever he saw the gate begin opening to reveal stairs leading farther down. There’s a secondary sound of something opening farther down but that’s probably nothing to worry about.
Herneiros heard the commotion over by Nigel but other than the monster trying to break free there’s no other evidence of a lab. Possibly it’s in another location in the facility. Kjell, Elise and Korabas meanwhile enter through the main door and start descending, hearing the strange racket coming from below.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 23, 2020 17:12:01 GMT
"Hmmm...mysterious, medically-modified, massive Mist monkey..." Herneiros exposits aloud before following after Nigel.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Aug 23, 2020 17:18:44 GMT
“Gesundheit,” said Justine as she listened in on whatever Herneiros was saying.
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Post by Ceutinde on Aug 23, 2020 17:26:18 GMT
"This structure existed before the Mist destroyed everything," Ceutinde said quietly as she followed along, "But these creatures are Mistborn, are they not? Were they locked up to study while people were being pushed back by it all? Or was there something more nefarious here? Did they try to use the Mist intentionally?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 23, 2020 18:11:47 GMT
As Ceutinde entered the room Nigel had turned the lever on, the same calm female voice spoke once more. “Unauthorized native species detected.” A low hum vibrates the floor very slightly and Ceutinde and Thalia both feel a burning sensation like a sunburn.
Each take three damage.
Zavier took the elf’s hand. “You need to get back out of the hallway!” He said. “This is what they used to kill the dragons...I don’t know why it isn’t hurting us!”
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