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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 8:56:58 GMT -8
As the others cleared the campsite, Debbie headed away from the group a bit with a brown pouch about the size of her fist. In a large semi-circle she began to sprinkle some of contents on the ground, slowly moving around until the entire campsite was surrounded by a thin line of salt-like powder. When she finished she put the pouch away and knelt down to some of the powder, touching it with her index and middle fingers, and began chanting to herself. After a few seconds, a faint glow emanated from her fingers and spread out to the rest of the powder, creating a faint ring that wrapped around the camp.
"There...I set up an alarm spell," She called out to the others as she stood back up, "If anything passes by this ring I'll know immediately."
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Feanor Vala
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Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
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Post by Feanor Vala on Jul 10, 2017 14:33:47 GMT -8
Feanor wasted no time in helping the sailors clear a camp, making small talk and some minor improvements to their outdoor shelter constructions, showing them some elven techniques to work with the environment, that also provided additional proof against the wind and rain, a sort of thank you to the sailors who had shown him how to help with the ship.
"I'll probably wake up early and begin poking around the mansion if that's alright, I promise not to awaken anything."
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Ravven Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Jul 10, 2017 16:34:59 GMT -8
Ravven appeared satisfied with the location Tavish suggested, offering a brief nod of his head to show he approved of the location. The sweet smelling flowers drew Ravven’s attention for a bit as he crouched by some of them, studying them for a while before sitting himself down beside the wall. Pulling out a journal, he began scribbling away in it, perhaps wanting to finish this task before it became dark.
It seemed Debbie had set up some enchantment to detect unwanted guest. Although he was glad for the spell, it still didn’t put his mind at ease when it came to the dangers that might be lurking in Lhesa. Staying alert and keeping an eye on his surroundings might be more mentally taxing than just trusting in the spell, but Ravven didn’t plan on taking chances in a place like this.
“This isn’t the most pleasant topic to bring up, but I feel it’s warranted considering where we’re currently exploring. If we happen to run into something that is beyond our capabilities to deal with and are forced to flee, do we want to designate a place to regroup? I assume most people would head back to the location the boat dropped us off at, but if anyone has a better suggestion for such a location, I’m all ears.”
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jul 10, 2017 17:53:00 GMT -8
The sailors appreciated any help Feanor Vala offers, being more used to cities and sea than camping in the wilderness. The alarm perimeter set up by @likethecupcakes made them seem more comfortable, but as soon as Ravven Fletcher mentioned things possibly going wrong, the shadow of the ruins and the nearby jungle seemed to be perceived as much more threatening than they had been up to that point. The sailors were tough and had the look of fighters, but they were superstitious enough to understand that not all threats could be dealt with using a knife or boarding axe. Tavish, on the other hand, remained his usual, chatty, irrepressible self. “The landing will work as a meeting place, if we have to, but there’s more than a day of jungle between here and there. Maybe that would work better as a secondary choice. And something closer for the first.” He looked around for a few moments, then pointed to a hilltop a few miles away. It wasn’t quite directly back the way they had come, but it was in the right general direction. “Something like that. Easy landmark to spot… but then… that would be a new trail. There might be dangers we haven’t seen yet along the way. Or more Ya-Te-Veo. That would be much more dangerous if we were all split up and already fleeing trouble. Or the last campsite. It’s an easy trail to follow… but it’s also an easy trail for anything behind us to follow, too.” Tavish looked around again, this time at the people gathered in the campsite. “Or if you had other ideas. I’m just a researcher, really. I haven’t done very much field work before. Certainly nothing like this.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2017 9:10:32 GMT -8
"The jungle's too dangerous and the boats are too far away," Debbie chimed in as she looked down to the others, "No matter where we regroup there will be danger. Sadly I have no teleportation spells otherwise I would hand those out as safety. If we must regroup somewhere, my vote goes towards the closer of the two."
She pointed to the cliff Tavish took interest in. Soon after she smiled warmly.
"I doubt we'll need to retreat though. This is a great group, we're going to do wonderful things! I have faith in our exploration ability."
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Jul 13, 2017 12:08:23 GMT -8
“The nearby hilltop is probably the more feasible option. If we’re fleeing from something, we might not be able to outrun it over a long distance anyways, so something closer does make sense. Teleportation spells would have been useful, but I wasn’t really expecting those in the first place, that type of magic is rather difficult to use let alone put in a form anyone can use, at least from what I’ve heard.”
Pausing for a moment, Ravven wrote down a few more notes in his journal before placing it to the side. Standing up, he began to walk around the area the group had picked to stay the night, apparently wanting to get a better look at their surroundings.
“If we can find a good building to set up in, we could use that as a possible place to meet up at. I’m hoping we’ll find one sooner than later, I don’t much like the idea of staying outside if a thunderstorm or similar uncomfortable weather conditions if we can avoid it.”
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jul 14, 2017 12:15:43 GMT -8
“Alright. We’ll call the hilltop for now. Then the landing, if that’s no good for whatever reason.” Tavish nodded and stretched his legs out, looking up at the stars. “In the morning, we will start checking these buildings. Looking for a better base camp in the city as well for information, artifacts… generally the reason we came.” The sailors settled in, calmed somewhat by the casual air, but the fact that they were talking about emergency regrouping at all was enough to see to it that they didn’t relax completely. They set up a cautious watch among themselves, but it was clear that none of them would be getting the most restful sleep, in any event. Tavish, on the other hand, chatted away into the late evening. He talked about Lhesa the city, its history, and his long interest in it. He mentioned again the bastão, the possibly-mythical bat demons that defended their temples and the cocktail of poison the priesthood supposedly drank as part of their initiation rites. He talked about the wealth of the ancient city, and the chances that enough of it remained still to set them all for life. He had an excitement about him as he spoke, even more than before. Like a child unable to sleep knowing the next day would be full of gifts and celebrations for his birthday, almost. But listening to him talk about this, and explain that it was a dream of his since he was a child, maybe it was. Maybe all of Tavish’s birthdays were coming at once when the sun rose again. And rise it did. After a another quiet night, mostly quiet, at least, Tavish was up and moving around almost before the dawn. He was bouncing around with almost contagious excitement as Ravven Fletcher , Feanor Vala , @likethecupcakes , and the rest prepared their gear to set out into the city itself.
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Ravven Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Jul 16, 2017 7:24:02 GMT -8
Although Ravven didn’t have quite the same level of excitement as Tavish did, the next morning he did seem a bit more perky than normal. They were about to get to their objective on this island, searching for treasures and clues as to what happened in Lhesa long ago. Ravven was almost certain they’d discover something of value here, although what exactly they’d find specifically, Ravven couldn’t really say.
He was certainly hoping for more than gold, however. Perhaps some magical artifacts or story books with tales long forgotten. Despite his anticipation for the exploration of the city, a small voice in the back of his head continued to caution him against letting his guard down. Something about this city felt a bit off to him, but he couldn’t yet pinpoint what exactly caused him to feel this way.
“I have all my stuff packed up and I’m ready to go whenever. Do we want to start going into buildings immediately, or do we want to try and map out the entire city itself first?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2017 9:09:08 GMT -8
During the night Debbie was one of Tavish's audience members, listening to him speak and gush at length about his interests. She loved to hear him talk about the city and what the discovery would mean to him but silently cooked dinner for the group and didn't raise her voice save for a few minor questions. When the mention of bat demons came around, Debbie hesitated in her stirring for a moment before going back to normal.
The dinner she served, a sort of curry with rice, was delicious if a bit sweet. Afterwards she wasn't finished, however. Soon after the meals were eaten and people were nodding off, she began to bake in her portable oven. The smells of confectionery heaven was coupled with the sounds of beakers of boiling liquids. Anyone watching the process would see her brewing a potion first, then pouring it into a mixing bowl with the rest of the dessert ingredients. After a couple hours, enough cupcakes for all had been cooked up and placed on a cooling rack. Debbie soon went to sleep afterwards, waking up around the same time as Tavish so she could check on her food. Everything was as she left it.
As the others woke up and began packing she did so as well. Ravven's question finally got her to speak up.
"I feel like we should head into the buildings now," She said as she stood up with her cupcakes in hands, "The mapping could be finished later. Also, I heard about Tavish's story about the bat demons last night and wanted to make something that could help us all."
She reached down and handed each person a cupcake.
"Protection from Evil! It'll put a thin barrier around you that'll make it harder for evil creatures and monsters to hit you. Oh, and a hint of cinnamon for flavor!" She said, giggling afterwards.
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jul 19, 2017 15:44:23 GMT -8
Tavish gathered up his things and nodded. “Right, then. If we get separated, we’ll meet back here. If we have to run, we head to the hilltop, then the landing if we must. You lads, wait here. If we find a good place to set up indoors, we will come back here and and things loaded. Shall we?” Even though they were heading into the city, and not the jungle, Tavish gestured in the direction of the nearby building with his machete in hand, leading Ravven Fletcher , Feanor Vala , and @likethecupcakes if they chose to follow. He wasn’t quite as stunned by the city as he had been the day before, but the young scholar was clearly still somewhat in awe of the place as they followed the wall around and Lhesa came into clear view again. In the dawn light, the white marble was tinted to shades of orange and pink, bright and fiery in the direct sun, soft and hazy where it was more subdued. He led the group around to the front door, which stood partly ajar, and overgrown with ferns and flowers that had once lined the entryway. It was heavy, and clad in engraved bronze, green with verdigris, but seemingly still structurally sound. Machete in hand, he gently pushed it further open, peeking into the foyer. After a moment, he pushed it open more and stepped inside. “It’s damned dark in here… but better we don’t light a lamp or a torch until we’re sure we won’t burn the whole place down, right?” It wasn’t exactly night time within, but it was noticeably darker than the street, at least in the foyer where he stood, with the only immediate light coming in through the door behind him. Without waiting for an answer, Tavish walked further into the house, pushing some of the plants out of the way, but not actually cutting them. At the far end of the foyer, the door into the main house was still closed. He reached out slowly and gave a gentle, experimental knock. With a loud crash, and an explosion of dust, the door crumbled. Unlike the heavy outer door, the interior one was simple painted wood that had long since rotted to the point that only the paint was holding it together. Inside, light streamed in through large windows facing the east. The courtyard garden had overgrown as well, tearing down the shutters and pushing in the glass. The remains of opulent furniture and ornate rugs were scattered about the room. Marble plinths and tables, and gold and bronze fittings remained seemingly where they had been left, while wood and fabric had rotted and decayed, mostly to dust. To all appearances, the place had been untouched by human hands for eight hundred years.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
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Post by Feanor Vala on Jul 22, 2017 9:07:42 GMT -8
Feanor kept his bow out during their first steps into the city, arrow nocked at the ready. Abandoned cities rarely stayed that way for long, all manner of creatures and undesirables taking up residence inside them while the owners were away.
"Would hate to ignite the sort of fungus or mold that the crash just spread into the air." He said, gazing up and down the street and trusting his comrades to pick up on anything inside the building.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Jul 22, 2017 18:47:26 GMT -8
Ravven followed Tavish into the house hesitantly, keeping an eye out for any potential dangers. There was no reason traps or other such things should be set up in what appeared to be one of the many ancient houses in Lhesa, but on the off chance there was something like that in this building, he might not get a second chance to evaluate what should or should not be in this building. He had eaten the protection from evil cupcake Debbie had given them, but at present, he considered the structural integrity of the building more dangerous than potential monsters.
“Well, this certainly looks quite void of any recent human interaction. If the rest of the city is like this building here, at least I don’t think we’ll have to worry about the treasures in this city already having been taken by other explorers or scavengers.”
Moving into the room, Ravven cautiously looked around for anything of note, trying to avoid touching anything himself.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 14:14:51 GMT -8
Debbie cautiously followed behind the others with her greathammer in her hands. Ducking under the doorway a bit, she remained in a semi-crouched state as she walked inside the building. It was obvious she was on edge, having never been on a legitimate expedition before. Sure, she had traveled around a little on her own but nothing as important as this mission. Sadly, she was so focused on everything eye-level with her that she failed to notice the loose tile under her foot, causing her to squeak in surprise as she suddenly tripped and fell forward. Anyone unlucky enough to be right in front of her would be crushed by what felt like a concrete slab being pushed onto them as she crashed to the ground with a massive thud. When the dust settled, she sobbed a little into the dirt below before pulling herself up.
"S-Sorry..." She said, avoiding eye contact with the others, "I'm, uh...a bit klutzy...."
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jul 23, 2017 14:36:09 GMT -8
As Tavish and the others explored further into the house, they began to feel a creeping unease. Somehow, the warm sunlight and blooming flowers failed utterly to be comforting or calming. If anything, they added to the sensation of wrongness. Darkness and fog would have at least been fitting. The oppressive silence was suddenly broken by Tavish’s sharp cry of surprise as @likethecupcakes fell into him, knocking him to the floor. He coughed and slowly righted himself, offering a hand to help Debbie to her feet, despite her being the bigger and stronger of the pair by a substantial margin. “No, no… entirely my fault. Are you alright? I shouldn’t have…” The scholar trailed off and stared at Debbie for a moment, as if noticing truly noticing her for the first time, despite the length of the voyage. Then he shook himself and tore his eyes away. “I shouldn’t have stopped suddenly like that. I’m sorry. I… hey, what’s that!” Tavish stammered slightly as he turned away, pointing to the loose tile Debbie had further disturbed when she tripped. Now that is was moved, it was clear that there was a hidden compartment in the floor underneath it. From the state of the dust and debris, there had once been a rug here covering the spot. He gently pushed the tile away with the tip of his machete, then looked down into the space. Inside, among the rotted remains of what appeared to have been a bag or sack of some kind, were an assortment of coins and jewelry. Much of it was heavily tarnished, but even with that, it clearly represented a substantial sum of money. “Someone left in a hurry…” Tavish looked back to Ravven Fletcher , Feanor Vala , and Debbie. “You would have to be to leave something like this behind, right?”
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
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Post by Feanor Vala on Jul 24, 2017 13:02:55 GMT -8
Feanor peered at the hidden compartment with interest, the large remnant of money a hint of some sort.
"....Or perhaps they never made it home to get it?" He trailed off a bit, taking an uneasy glance at the door once more, "What did you say happened to this city again?"
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Jul 26, 2017 9:42:19 GMT -8
Ravven also walked over to the hidden compartment, studying it for a moment before glancing around the room. It was odd that there were so many valuables still in the house, but he had yet to notice any signs of a fight or human remains like bones. The whole situation was rather odd.
“Yes, you would think whoever lived in this house would be able to take the time to bring a bag of valuables with them. It isn’t like it would be a great burden for them to carry this… I’d feel better if we found some human remains, not seeing any signs of human life is quite strange. Perhaps something like a plague came through and everyone evacuated the city? But even if that was the case, I’d imagine people would have time to bring their valuables with them.”
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jul 28, 2017 7:57:49 GMT -8
“No one know what happened here. That is what makes finding it so exciting…” Tavish looked around the group as they examined the small trove of treasures. “Some say they angered their gods somehow, falling to decadence and sin. Some say it was a natural disaster of some kind, but… I think we can rule that out, given the state of the city.” From the look of things, he was correct. There was no sign of the sort of structural damage that would accompany a civilization-ending disaster such as a massive earthquake, volcanic eruption, or tidal wave. Quite the opposite, in fact, with all the buildings they had seen so far in a much better state than one would expect after centuries of standing forgotten in the jungles. “Maybe whatever happened took this particular house by surprise? This stash was pretty well hidden. If it was a plague, maybe they evacuated and no one looted it, and the people who lived here didn’t come back? Or… something…” Tavish trailed off, considering the possibilities of what might have happened. After a moment, he shook it off, taking the valuables from the hidden compartment and putting them into a pouch on his belt. “Well, these certainly will be no use to the people that once lived here now. Maybe they will shed some light on things in a more detailed study. Either way, they will certainly go a long way towards funding this expedition. A few more finds like this, and it will fund the next as well. An… hello… what’s this?” He stopped putting away the coins and jewelry to hold up a small silver-colored orb, covered in runic markings. He turned to Ravven Fletcher , then Feanor Vala , then @likethecupcakes , showing the orb to each in turn. “Do you think this might be enchanted?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2017 8:54:21 GMT -8
Debbie scratched her chin silently as she moved forward. Reaching down, she grabbed the orb with one hand and held her other hand, open palm, over it. Debbie closed her eyes and seemed to concentrate on the orb a bit, as if detecting for magic.
(You'll need to tell me if it's magical or not)
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
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Post by Feanor Vala on Jul 28, 2017 11:46:12 GMT -8
"I doubt a plague did this, there is no...decay lingering around here. Plagued cities have a certain sense of decay and despair about them that this city doesn't really have."
He examined the orb visually but did not touch it.
"I would not tou...never mind."
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Jul 29, 2017 9:40:19 GMT -8
“It doesn’t look too different from magical artifacts I’ve seen in the past. Those markings don’t look like they’re just for decoration to me… Well, at least we have Debbie, she’ll probably be able to tell for certain.”
Once he finished speaking, Ravven waited in silence to see if Debbie concluded the orb was enchanted or not. If it was actually enchanted, that was a very good sign for things to come. This was the first building they had entered and they had already found money and a potentially magical artifact. This expedition was looking like it could potentially be very profitable.
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