Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 5, 2020 21:45:59 GMT -8
"well if you ever find yourself in Isra then we will meet again. This temple is said to contain the Desert Rose a priceless artifact that has spanned centuries and been protected for quite that long. There have been other jeweled roses within different regions but this is said to be the one worth most value. People often speak that the jewel holds immense capabilities and powers for those that obtain it, but it is also worth more than any man could ever dream of. That is why I'm after the rose. In Isra, everything can be fixed with money" The hallway curves as it opens up to a circular room. Dart stops just before the opening and looks up to see that the ceiling is lined with spikes.
"It looks like this seems like something we can't avoid" Dart studies the ceiling more spotting a few empty gaps in the spikes. This seems to be the only room so far with corpses in them. A few corpses line the floor of the open room with metal spikes impaled into their rotting flesh. Somehow the smell isn't that bad but it sure smells like somethings gone bad. No time to do any corpse looting.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 6, 2020 9:12:00 GMT -8
"Where is this... Isra you speak of?" he asked, never having heard of nor visited Isra in his lifetime. "And I see." If this was true, she really was a risk-taker. "Sounds like trouble to me. Not that I can blame you if it will bring you money." He shrugged and followed the curve along with her. It was no surprise to him that something was going to happen sooner or later. That it would be a room full of spikes, possibly? He wrinkled his nose at the stench of decay, then asked, "And just how exactly are we going to get through there? It doesn't seem to bode well." He nodded toward the corpses in question. "That is if the cadavers have anything to say about it at all.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 6, 2020 12:43:29 GMT -8
"I'll show you on a map when we make it out of here. I don't mind having a little trouble, it makes things exciting" Dart looks at the spike before sliding her dagger onto the floor below one of the empty gaps in the spikes. A second later the spike drop shattering onto the floor. It seems like the spikes don't shatter once they've punctured something fleshy. She takes notes that there are about 6 spots on the floor that the spikes don't fall into, but those spots are only big enough for one. "Every trap has a way around it. Especially a place like this. There must've been people who guarded this place that were late arrivals or had to go out for more supplies. They had to have made some way through the traps or at least a fail-safe."
Once the spikes have fallen she looks up at the ceiling. It seems that the spikes aren't a one-time thing. There is some sort of mechanism that reloads the spikes into the ceiling. This reloads time by Dart's counting takes about 10 seconds. "I've figured it out. We just need to stand in one of the empty spots that the spikes won't hit and we have 10 seconds to move from one spot to the next all the way until we make it to the opposite side of the room" Dart points up to the 6 hexagonal shaped empty spots in the ceiling..
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 6, 2020 14:21:51 GMT -8
"I will trust your word," he said as he looked at the spiked room dubiously, half tempted to fall back and wait for her where he was at. "Lead the way." He said, perfectly willing to let her go first since she was more slender than he and less likely to get hit. He, on the other hand, was more likely to get hit because of his size. He waited for her to make the move and would watch her when that time came. "If I should die because of this room..." He didn't finish that statement because he was going to try his best not to die.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Registered: Jan 12, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 6, 2020 20:49:08 GMT -8
"you won't die here Tass. You seem like a person who's death will have a good story to it. But if you happen to die here then I call that fur coat of yours I saw earlier" Dart twisted her head back to wink at him before timing the spikes during their reload and quickly walking to the first safe spot in the room. The safe spot was pretty easy to reach as it was only a few feet from the entrance but the rest may be a little harder. During each reload she dashed to the next one. Some as small as 4 feet while others she got to just in the knick of time. Though Tass is not as speedy as she is, he shouldn't have trouble getting to the safe spots if he takes large steps. The safe spots are also large enough for him to stand in without being injured. Every time the spikes begin reloading Dart would clap signifying the passing of a second until all ten seconds are up and the spikes drop once more shattering and disappearing without a trace.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 7, 2020 12:41:26 GMT -8
“I hope my death has a good story,” he admitted, “as morbid as that sounds.” And it did sound morbid, but dying in the middle of a desert temple because of being impaled by a spike seemed like it was an anticlimactic death and he simply wanted nothing of it. He watched her and followed her signals, though toward the end was grazed by one of the blasted spikes. Shit. “You are not getting my jerkin after all, I live. I could always make one for you one day if you want one so badly.” He stepped out of the last spot and cautiously moved forward enough so he could kneel and get out a bandage with which to bind his wound. The damage wasn’t so bad, but it bled freely.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 7, 2020 15:36:29 GMT -8
"That sounds nice. Is that what they're called? Jenkins?" Dart replies before making her way through to turn and see Tass didn't make it through unscathed. "Here Tass let me patch you up." She takes the bandages from him and pulls out a few things from her bag and ties a truncate to stop the bleeding before rubbing some medicinal herb paste onto the wound and bandaging his injury. "It isn't very often that I get to do something nice. Are you alright?" Dart asks. Even though Dart isn't the best person doesn't mean she can't be kind at times but people often mistake kindness for weakness and Dart always proves them wrong by putting them into early retirement.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 7, 2020 16:08:09 GMT -8
"Yes," he said, the sleeveless coat was in his pack at the moment, unscathed, thankfully, since it was the only one he had at the time. She offered to patch him up and he let her. The wound was not deep, it was more of a graze and didn't need stitching thankfully. He held his arm up to make it easier for her to access that scrape along his bicep. "I am fine, lass. It's just a scratch. It stings but that is to be expected." And he was a manly man, damn it. Manly men didn't cry like babies over a scratch. The dude oozed masculinity. "Thank you for that. I am not the best healer, I only know the basics."
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Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 7, 2020 21:41:04 GMT -8
"well if you've lived a life like mine you better know how to patch up any injury you might find yourself with. All my scars are luckily hidden underneath my clothes. I like to make sure my face stays as smooth until my timely demise." Dart has made sure that not a single scare would grace her beautiful face. She'd often go to great lengths to twist her body if a strike were to land on her face causing it to injure her elsewhere. She's had her fair share of lethal wounds but every time she landed at death's door he spit her back out. There's only so much near-death experiences one can have until the real thing come to collect them.
Darts ears perk up as she hears voices coming from outside the temple. "Looks like we may have company, better pick up the pace." She wields her dagger tightly. Dart was able to pick her dagger up from the safe spot in the room behind them before continuing on. This dagger is her good luck charm and her favorite. There is no way she is leaving it behind.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 8, 2020 9:08:05 GMT -8
She was a vain creature. Of course, it was true that she was beautiful, but he had never met a more vain person than she so far. He couldn't help but give a smile at it in humor. "I can patch myself up, but I only know the basics... like how not to die." Then he went quiet as she seemed to change from vain to alert about the sound of others. "Yes, I suppose we do have company," he said low. He drew his own dagger for now since space was limited for ax-wielding. He followed her, of course, because there was nowhere else to go at that point. He hoped not to have to use his weapon but doubted he would get out of having to.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 8, 2020 21:35:22 GMT -8
Dart twirled her dagger as the two continued walking down the green hall past the room of spikes. "how not to die is pretty important" the woman commented her voice slightly hushed as to not echo but loud enough for Tass to hear. The hallway curves and twists as they go deeper into the temple. They then come to another set of paths this time there are five paths each of them all a different shade of green. A sign that hung over the five paths read 'Green the color of greed the color of leaves the color of spring all so green but the green you seek is it truly here?' Dart wasn't ready for the riddle they read. She knew that the map wouldn't be 100% accurate but this was a little mind-boggling.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 9, 2020 8:16:38 GMT -8
The temple was maze-like and confused him because he was not one to lurk in mazes. "Indeed," he murmured in reply to her words. How not to die WAS pretty important and he was hoping neither of them did. The curves of the hallway only served to disorient him. He was glad that he had someone to follow for once. Now they had to choose between five different paths and he wondered which of them would be chosen. "Now where are we supposed to go?" he asked in a hushed tone. The answer was certainly not an obvious one, that was becoming clear to him quite quickly as he stared at the area with contemplation. What was the riddle supposed to mean?
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Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 9, 2020 14:49:42 GMT -8
"what if that last part 'the green you seek is it truly here?' means that none of these doors is the answer?" Dart looks at how each hallway has a few corpses inside not far from the entrance. "what do you think Tass?" Dart figured she out to ask the opinion of her companion. His life is on the line as well. It would be best to get his input before making life or death choices.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 9, 2020 18:56:31 GMT -8
"But there are no other doors, Dart. Unless there is a secret door that we cannot see. Let us check before we choose." It was then that he carefully moved about the room, running his hand along the wall for any switch or button that one could not see. Regardless of the outcome, he would lean over and grimace at the sight of the dead. "Or what if all of them are the correct door, but you have to get passed the trap beyond the door?" He continued to feel around until he felt nothing or unless he did feel something.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 10, 2020 14:45:23 GMT -8
"hmm maybe" Dart looks up and sees and notices a small string that on wouldn't have seen if they did not look up. "ohh Tass, this might be something." She jumps up trying to grab the string. The string seems to just lead straight up connected to the ceiling. Hmm this could be something but it also could be another trap. "I can't quite reach it. It looks like there aren't any dead bodies in this part so there probably isn't a trap unless the bodies got scooped up else where"
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 10, 2020 16:50:55 GMT -8
He looked up at the string in question. He bit his lip for a moment and then decided, "We may as well... If it is a trap, at least we won't die alone." He reached above and took a breath. If he was able to reach it, he gave it a cautious tug to see what happened. His arm smarted at the process, but he swallowed back his oath anyways. "Here we go," he said as he gave a firmer tug and hopefully nothing came popping out at the two of them that could spell their demise. He wasn't ready to die, but if they tried to leave now, they probably would and he wasn't having any of that.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 10, 2020 20:55:40 GMT -8
As Tass pulled on the string a hatch was pulled open allowing a ladder to slide down into the floor. It appears there is a pathway above them that is also painted green but much different from the other greens. The two noticed that as soon as the hatch opened the 5 pathways from before had the walls slowly close until there were no more pathways to chose from except the one above. Anyone who was inside any of the 5 paths would've been squished by the closing of the walls. "well Tass looks like our only way is up. Thanks for the help." The ladder looked sturdy enough for both of them to climb up. It doesn't seem to look damaged or have any chance of breaking. "well I guess ladies first, try to not look at my rear too much" Dart says as she climbs the ladder up.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 11, 2020 6:08:59 GMT -8
All of the riddles and twists in this damned place, he thought with annoyance. He didn't mind that there was an impromptu adventure out of all of this, but he had never been too keen on riddles. He watched as the ladder dropped down and no doom rained down upon their heads... It was green too. Of course. "Up we go," he murmured. He wasn't even going to look at her butt when she said not to, but because she said it, that is where he looked. Okay, so she had a nice rear. But he wasn't there for that, it was not the time and not the place to flirt and try and romance a girl. Not when they had people breathing down their necks without knowing it. He was lost in thought until she made it to the top, then he began to climb the ladder too with a considerable amount of discomfort in his arm. Sweat began to pour from his face as the wound burned and bled anew at his efforts, but it didn't slow him from reaching the top.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 11, 2020 11:25:15 GMT -8
The hallways that climbed into seems oddly spacious but then again this temple is quite large. Dart closes the hatch behind them making sure the string returned to its hard to see location from before. As soon as the hatch closed a grinding sound could be heard as the pathways below opened up again. A few moments later a group of masculine voices could be heard coming to the five pathways before fading again down one of the pathways. Dart turns and notices Tass's face. "is your injury bothering you?" She looks at his bandages noticing a small spot of blood has bled through them. "do you have any more bandages? If not I carry some." Dart looks at Tass kindly a look she rarely gave, at least not in Isra. She was required to uphold her reputation there and she'll be damned if anyone knew she had an once of warmth in her heart.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 11, 2020 13:06:05 GMT -8
"Aye," he whispered, "My arm didn't like me climbing the ladder." He pulled out another roll of bandages and handed it to her. He made quick work of removing the blood-soaked one and stuffed it in his bag. Blood oozed out of the wound but it wasn't bleeding profusely. "That was close," he said very softly, holding his arm so that she could wrap the bandage around it. He didn't like how close they had been to being caught by whoever was in the temple. "I don't want to tarry too long, there are too many people here for my liking."
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