Jigano studied the story, trying to understand the bifurcated rectangles as he lagged a little ways behind, then hurried to catch up. Waterfall to river… sharks in the river? The precursors to landsharks? Or is this a saltwater river that leads to the ocean?
The sound of rushing water ahead and the feeling of dampness on his vulpine ears had him tilting his head, frowning at the familiarity of the noise. His frown lightened to a brief smile at Kiada’s words, the smile warming at Amalia’s eagerness. ”This… I know this sound,” he said slowly, raising the lantern high one last time to study the pictures on the wall, looking for a tall, narrow rectangle, unbifurcated and pointed at the top. ”This is the sound beneath the Spire. The underground river I’ve heard down there twice now.” Did the river lead to the Spire? Would it be another way to reach the serpent and the portal that had been blocked by the falling masonry?
”Deimos, can I store this on your bag?” the bard asked, lifting his lantern with a wry smile. ”I’d rather not risk losing it, and since our eyes don’t need much light…” Even the General’s orbs were cat-pupiled in the dancing shadows. With Deimos’s permission, Jigano tucked the lantern safely away before falling back to transform into a snake while he followed in the wake of his friends, seeking to glean what information he could from the low rumble his serpentine senses were better equipped to interpret.
Jigano tries to figure out what those bifurcated rectangles are, then stores Ludo’s Lantern in Deimos’s bag of holding (with permission from Heather) before turning into a snake to try and get a better feel for the low-decibel ground noise/vibrations around them.
The sound of rushing water ahead and the feeling of dampness on his vulpine ears had him tilting his head, frowning at the familiarity of the noise. His frown lightened to a brief smile at Kiada’s words, the smile warming at Amalia’s eagerness. ”This… I know this sound,” he said slowly, raising the lantern high one last time to study the pictures on the wall, looking for a tall, narrow rectangle, unbifurcated and pointed at the top. ”This is the sound beneath the Spire. The underground river I’ve heard down there twice now.” Did the river lead to the Spire? Would it be another way to reach the serpent and the portal that had been blocked by the falling masonry?
”Deimos, can I store this on your bag?” the bard asked, lifting his lantern with a wry smile. ”I’d rather not risk losing it, and since our eyes don’t need much light…” Even the General’s orbs were cat-pupiled in the dancing shadows. With Deimos’s permission, Jigano tucked the lantern safely away before falling back to transform into a snake while he followed in the wake of his friends, seeking to glean what information he could from the low rumble his serpentine senses were better equipped to interpret.
Jigano tries to figure out what those bifurcated rectangles are, then stores Ludo’s Lantern in Deimos’s bag of holding (with permission from Heather) before turning into a snake to try and get a better feel for the low-decibel ground noise/vibrations around them.
