Key Quest i wanna give you back the open sky
Vervain Calob
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#15
Vervain
Call it fate. Call it luck. Whatever it was that had Vervain near the Spire when a pale, panicked dragonling swooped down near her, it meant she was at the mouth of the basement in no time at all. (She had just come from the glade, in fact, but the herbs and honey she'd been gathering were left abandoned). Beneath she could hear a low hum, like beesong, and voices she recognised. Slowly, carefully, she made her way down to meet the others; there was already visible deterioration in the stones, so she was sure to watch her step.

Oh, and the air. Wincing and covering her mouth with her hand, Vai reached up and, with a fierce pulse of will, sent a gale howling down through the passageway to clear the gas, if only temporarily.

When she arrived it was to the sight of stacked rocks, winged folk, and a very battered and bruised looking Ronin. "Go," she said softly, relieving him of his bow and arrows whilst he was still dazed. "Take yourself to the infirmary. What's happening here? Is everyone alright?"



Vervain arrives like cavalry and tags Ronin out of the KQ!

She uses Upgraded air manipulation to clear away the gas from the group, and takes up Ronin's bow and arrows.
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Ronin Taliesin
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#16
everything has its wonders
It was dark, and they were going down, and then Ronin was going down very very fast and then it was even darker and...

He groaned at the distant, ringing sound of voices, at strong arms setting him back on his feet. Ronin tried to speak but it was all dust and blood in his mouth, and he was still coughing when a familiar voice took his weapons and... well. Ushered him out of the basement like he was a child.

Objections lay thick on his tongue, but in all honesty the tumble had caused him to hit his head more than once, and he could already feel the wet warmth of blood running down his neck. So, muttering an apology and nodding quietly to Deimos and Jigano (for he couldn't concentrate enough, he didn't think, to project himself now), he handed his earthen mask to Vervain and took his limping self back up the stairs.

How embarrassing.



Ronin out. (He's level 2, no thx kids).
He gives his earthen mask to Vai on his way out.
even darkness and silence


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Amalia Chandrakant
the Archangel
Baker

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#17
Amalia
she was afraid of heights
Surprisingly Delah acquiesces, though not without her usual disapproval, clearly unimpressed with Amalia's readiness for this venture. "Thank you," the girl softly replies, turning around to dispense the masks, her fingers lingering briefly on Deimos' before she dons her own.

She reaches the bottom of the stairwell first, curling her nose against the noxious gas. The way is blocked, and Amalia is about to announce as much when a commotion makes her spin around, just in time to see Ronin fall, careening down the staircase as the ground gives way. "Ronin!-" she exclaims, reaching out, her voice muffled from behind the earthen mask. Kneeling down beside the man she presses a hand to his shoulder gently, trying to steady him, her scarf already in her hand as she tries to staunch the bleeding.

It is the surprising arrival of Vervain which draws her eyes up. Amalia has not seen the witch since the night she died, and something clenches in her gut as those memories rise back up. But the woman had been competent then, and so she is now, taking Ronin's weapon and mask and sending him back up the stairs. The baker frowns, sad to lose her friend but glad to see him safe, nodding to Vervain briefly before turning back to see what progress has been made on their route. The Fae and Deimos are working together, removing and strengthening beams. For a moment Amaila considers shifting and slipping through the cracks, her owl form likely small enough to squeeze through, but that would mean dropping her staff, and she does not want to do so. Instead she shifts her eyes, ears, and nose, taking on the leopard's qualities to better see through the musky light, hear any impending danger, smell the rising gas. Then she moves to slip through the opening, should one have been made, her slight form easing among the rocks and coming out on the other side.



Amalia makes sure Ronin's ok before going through the hole the Fae/Deimos have presumably made.
but she was much more afraid
of never flying


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key quest

Jigano is able to slip through the cracks. As he does so a bit of dust falls, but the stones remain mostly where they were. Amalia moves through more easily, having waited for Delah and Deimos to clear a way. Though their masks provide decent protection (and an earthy scent), it is the sudden appearance of Vervain and her ability to stir the air that makes the going significantly easier.

Not so for those within the darkened room, however. Though Jigano as a snake may not need to breathe (yet), the poisonous gas is more than happy to invade and attack his eyes. Burning his pupils as if with sentient intent to make him stick his forked tongue out to scent the world around him, they attack. Similarly attacking Amalia, they make breathing and seeing all the more difficult for the feline girl.

Continued movement from Deimos, Delah, and the rest of the fae soon clear the path with ease allowing them access into the largely room.

With the reddish light from Amalia's antlers, the group will see this: What was once nearly a cathedral-like room is now tarnished and broken with stone and jagged columns. The ground, once covered in pale and sweet water is now thick and full of a blackened sludge so thick it seems to envelop the light that hits it. Still the species of tree grows:  a strange species of plant with dark blue leaves and vibrant green-yellow spots. They grow towards the centre of the room almost in some sort of pattern, creating a strange checker-board like space between them. There is the sound of water rushing, rushing rushing nearby.

Where once the turtle was, now only a mossy hill remains.

Where once the bard found a portal and a guardian is merely a wall of stone.



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Ending HP

Amalia: 89
Jigano: 206
Deimos: 72
Vai: 72
Delah: 71

Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
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#19
As a snake he could not blink, but his eyes were covered with glassy brille scales, like protective goggles over his pupils and sclera. With his nose and mouth pinched tightly closed and scales covering his body, he was as protected as he could get in any of his shapes without the use of magic. He slithered stoically forward, questing for a way through the rubble even as the gas clawed and burned at him with a thousand ephemeral talons, prickling through even his best natural defenses.

He paused when he found his way through the fallen masonry, sending a pulse of thought back towards Amalia to tell the others. Not so far, but it's dark as pitch back here. He coiled himself out of the way, hesitant to proceed too far until the rest of his companions had joined him and Amalia's staff revealed the cavern in its fallen splendor.

Oh... he mentally sighed, remembering the glimpses of beauty from their last descent. It had fallen to ruin, but the shadow of it remained. I'll look for the source of the water, he offered to Amalia, and any of the Fae that could hear an Attuned's thoughts. Maybe it can be diverted to cleanse some of this place? He lifted his head high, well clear of the sludge, and began a careful path through the trees, trying not to brush or disturb them as he turned his head first one way and then another, seeking the sound of rushing water. He spared the wall of stone a mournful glance, hoping to return to it later, perhaps with Fae aid.



Jigano stays in snake form and goes looking for the source of the water, continuing to hold his breath against the gas.
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#20
DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
They didn’t part the seas, but the wood, the columns, and the pillars, some raised under the Fae’s influence (a marvel to watch, his eyes catching movements and motions), and others under his own power. Vai’s appearance between now and then was also a welcome alteration, though he was a bit disheartened to see Ronin depart (perhaps he was out issuing warnings and proclamations for the impending doom), but with a healer in place, maybe they wouldn’t come out of this too badly – an optimistic outlook he wasn’t used to employing. She received a nod of his head in greeting, as he turned back to shift more debris.

Eventually, the cracks and crevasses revealed a path, and they roamed, access granted under the combination of invocations and brawn; a crimson glow surrounding them in staff light, and he took a moment to stare at the features laid out before them: stone, jagged columns, onyx sludge contorting the floor, absorbing everything in its wake (Stygian, like oblivion), trees with darker hued leaves, spotted, patterned and eerily, enigmatically complex, and the sound of water trickling. A mossy hill, still, completed the observations.

Jigano remained in his snake form, winding along and away, leaving the Reaper to continue his investigations, stepping forward, hesitant to touch the mud and muck material, and instead, choosing to align himself towards one of the trees. He didn’t touch, only looked, afraid to reach and trigger something: ominous and foreboding, pressing down like the poisonous air. What were they for? What did they represent? How had they come to grow and be here, in a basement with no light?

--

Deimos goes to investigate some of the trees.
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of recoil and grace
Delah Tàirneanach
the Greatwood Guardian
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#21
i'll trade you this body if you set my soul free
Delah follows through the opening, her wings pinned tightly against her back to avoid further strain on the rocks that remain load-bearing. Like Amalia, Delah's eyes shift to something predatory and feline; gold glinting in the dim light, soaking up what little there is to be seen.

And important, what there isn't.

"Where is it." The warchief barks, her voice like wind through stones, obfuscated slightly by the mask. Realizing the folly of this, her teeth click together. The tulmhainar. Where was it when you last saw it? Her voice will flood the minds of Amalia as well as Jigano, the warrior having little need to curb the conversation only for the feline.

If this is a trick, I promise you that you will regret it.



Delah demands to know where the tulmhainar is.
Vervain Calob
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#22
Vervain
A garish ruin greeted them, Vervain holding her bow at the ready with an arrow already knocked, ready to draw and fire at the first sign of trouble. Her feet moved carefully around the jagged stones and the patterns created by the strange plant (a plant that screamed don't fucking touch me, as far as she was concerned). Delah's question was lost on her - she didn't know what they were down here for or what they were looking for, but she hoped one of the others might.

In the meantime, while Deimos went to explore and conversations were had which she couldn't hope to understand, Vai straightened up and reached deep within herself to the core of her magic. Around them the air would begin to stir again, but it was with no small amount of effort that she teased and nudged the gas to a level that was just above their heads, hopefully making the going easier for all involved.



Vai readies her bow and works on clearing the air for the group.
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Amalia Chandrakant
the Archangel
Baker

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#23
Amalia
she was afraid of heights
The light in the cavern shows...

Nothing.

Well, not nothing. But there is no tulmhainar, no wise and ancient beast, only trees and water and unanswered questions atop a grassy hill. "It was here," she breathes, confused and concerned, staring at the space with a tight frown. "It was here."

Striding into the cavern, Amalia does not stop to consider her choices, the dangers that lurk within. Delah's silent warning is met with a flick of a feline ear, a pulsed response of defiance, denial. Kneeling beside the hill, Amalia places her palms on the grass, trying to see if the creature lies beneath. Please, she prays to the creature, to the gods that cannot hear her, to Delah and Jigano because she does not know to block them out. Please, don't let us be too late.



Amalia goes to see if the tulmhainar is beneath the hill, kneeling down and touching it.
but she was much more afraid
of never flying


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Jigano 's senses, nearly all of them, will feel the vibration of rapidly moving water beneath them, as well as behind the walls. The source sounds huge, indomitable, but there is no clear access to it.

Deimos is able to see the trees as they have been described. There are no interesting or new characteristics that he can say (*based on dice roll)

Vervain keeps the air clear for the group, however as the breezes move, so too does it disturb the plants. A leaf rustles, then another, and another. The sickly and neon coloured patterns begin to extrude a toxic yellow cloud far thicker than what was lingering in the air. It makes it increasingly difficult to see, and the immediate taste of metal and dirt makes it clear that the masks Delah has made will not be effective against this for long.

Beneath Amalia's fingers, the grass feels...like grass. It is perhaps a touch more vibrant, though that might be only because she is holding the light.



Ending HP

Amalia: 89
Jigano: 206
Deimos: 72
Vai: 72
Delah: 71

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Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
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#25
It was hard to be observant when the gas continued to be a stinging, prying, malevolent pressure against his scales. Eventually, he knew, he would have to breathe, and he could only hope that they had found something useful before then. But then Vervain - blessed, wonderful Vervain - pushed the gas up and away for a moment, long enough for the python to steal a full breath before the yellowish mist returned in earnest.

I think there is... an underground river, here. Flowing around this structure, he offered to those who could hear, though a little uncertainly. Finishing his initial search for the source of the water he made sure everyone was still safe before he returned to coil himself beside the stone wall he had once walked through so easily, examining it more closely, nosing it with his snout when the thickness of the air made it difficult to see. The giant tortoise, if it was a Tulmhainar... yes, it had fallen where Amalia is now. Where that hill is, he seconded to Delah. The great serpent and the portal were behind this wall that was once a door.



Snake-gano takes a breath before the gas comes back and examines the stone wall that they had walked through before
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#26
DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
The unknown twisted and turned, gaped and clawed; a churning of the wind enveloped the yellow leaves, sprung against eyes and noses and mouths. The covering was only going to last so long – it burned down his throat already, a mere glimpse of noxious, poisonous fumes. He reeled away from the plants, learning naught but their enmity, eyeing everyone else’s whereabouts, the funneling of frustration and desperation chiseling its way into the sanction. They wouldn’t last like this, scraping and searching until there was nothing left but their warped bodies and bleached bones.

He stepped closer to Amalia and the mossy hill, where she kneeled (and knowing her, likely prayed). He didn’t honor any deities, he didn’t beg or plead for their generosities: fostering his own in the palm of his hands. There’d been toxic gas along battlefields before, and he thought back to the days where they’d utilized some form of protection: he tried to recreate them now, in a gilded glow, forming masks with charcoal laced inside, activated to protect, filters along the snouts, striving to scrape away any spores, any miasma – reminding him of the moss, of the mud, already collected over their faces. They were woven together with fabric, rudimentary, but hopefully efficient, and the Reaper offered one to each, before shoving it over the Fae’s mask, over the cloth already gathered at his nape, pondering if it would be enough.

Then his intentions riveted to the grassy knoll, to the space lingering beneath fingertips, reaching into his satchel and unveiling the tools he’d brought – some could easily be utilized for scraping into the earth, along the edges, hoping to salvage something from the wreckage. He laid them out for anyone who wanted to partake, then flicked his gaze to Amalia, to anyone nearby. “Should we dig?”

--

Deimos moves away from the plants and creates some rudimentary gas masks for anyone who wants one. He also takes some digging tools of his bag, proffering those as well, and offers to help dig into the hill.
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of recoil and grace
Delah Tàirneanach
the Greatwood Guardian
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#27
i'll trade you this body if you set my soul free
"I did not come for water, snakes, or portals." Delah, whose interest was purely focused on the great creature described to her as being here, was singularly focused. Her eyes continued to be ringed with gold as she leaned into her more predatory nature (more predatory???).

With a look towards Deimos, perhaps surprisingly, Delah accepts the mask. Not only does he appear to be the only warrior among them (looks can be deceiving of course, but she isn't wrong), but she will not turn down a good idea. Taking the masks and offering them to her small group, Delah too places them over her existing protection.

Dig? You believe it to be under here? Delah asks silently, her gaze directed towards Amalia, and by extension the serpent as well. Very well. We should know quite quickly if indeed it is below. Things will be...strange.

So saying, Delah and her warriors begin to move the soil with their magic.
Vervain Calob
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Vervain
Of course helping only beget more trouble - Vai cursed behind her mask as she realised that her movement of the air seemed to have activated the awful plants. They had looked dangerous - turned out that it was a fitting description. Before she could vocalise, Deimos was there, a strange mask in his hand that she accepted willingly.

"Sorry," she said, slipping it over the existing protection. "Perhaps you could use your life drain on the plants? If they're drained of life they can't make poison, right?"

In the meantime, others were starting to dig. Vai hummed a thoughtful note and began to pick her way closer to keep watch while they investigated the grassy knoll. Her magic, too, was still holding as much of the gas at bay as possible.



Vai accepts a mask and keeps watch while the others dig. She keeps her magic engaged to try and clear the air.
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