This? This was going to be a disaster. Jigano could feel it in his bones as he made his way to the cursed obelisk and fought the urge to massage away the tension headache that was already forming. He knew he should have stayed away, let others handle this. He was no hero, nor anything special. No pathfinder or trailblazer to unlock secret doors in the fabric of reality.
He was a man who should have stayed home with his partner and worked on trying to rebuild the bridges with his friends and found family that he had spent far too much time burning down in recent months, between blights and LongNights and his own damn arrogance.
But he was also a Loreseeker, and at least one of that guild should be along to record and chronicle what was about to happen. Besides, he knew more about the inside of the Spire by now than most, which was a terrifying thought given how little he actually did know about it.
Still, his dragging feet eventually arrived shortly behind Loren. He was dressed for the weather he expected them to meet if they ended up in The Fangs - his winter clothing, and a heavy cloak of fur atop it all. He wore the light armor Deimos had made for him, the sturdy pieces hidden beneath the long sleeves and high collar of his overlapping tunics, and at his belt were strapped a pair of long knives on cords that could be easily grasped by narrow jaws or taloned feet. Knives he wouldn't mind losing, unlike the elegant rapier that he had left at home. A sturdy bag was tucked into his belt as well, filled with seeds. Isuma, however, remained at home, tucked tight to Rory's side along with half of the magic mirrors. The other half remained in a chain around his neck, tucked inside his clothes for the moment.
Adam was an unexpected sight, but Loren and Wessex were not. He looked around for Deimos, but the General had been wise enough to keep away from this particular adventure, so the bard drew a breath to address Loren's question. "The last time I went down to see if there was a way through, the rubble had collapsed enough that nothing human-sized could get through," he spoke quietly. "The first time I went down there? There was a large room filled with plants that spewed poison into the air. That, at least, has been dealt with. Beyond that chamber was a smaller one where the portal was, guarded by a great serpent..." He slanted a glance at Wessex. "...That was sentient, and disinclined to let Ascended pass. I spoke with it at the time to try and get it to escape with us when the Spire threatened to fall the first time, but it refused to leave its charge. It has been there a long, long time, bound to its duty."
He glanced back to Loren with a slight nod of acknowledgment. "The second time I went down there the door to the portal room had been sealed over, however, and we couldn't find an easy way to open it at the time, though we had other things to worry about then." A dying tulmhainar and poison gas and a flock of Fae whose only interest was the world turtle had all comprised solid distractions at the time.
Jigano arrives with half a magic mirror set, a bag of seeds, and a brief recap of what he's found in the Spire before.
He was a man who should have stayed home with his partner and worked on trying to rebuild the bridges with his friends and found family that he had spent far too much time burning down in recent months, between blights and LongNights and his own damn arrogance.
But he was also a Loreseeker, and at least one of that guild should be along to record and chronicle what was about to happen. Besides, he knew more about the inside of the Spire by now than most, which was a terrifying thought given how little he actually did know about it.
Still, his dragging feet eventually arrived shortly behind Loren. He was dressed for the weather he expected them to meet if they ended up in The Fangs - his winter clothing, and a heavy cloak of fur atop it all. He wore the light armor Deimos had made for him, the sturdy pieces hidden beneath the long sleeves and high collar of his overlapping tunics, and at his belt were strapped a pair of long knives on cords that could be easily grasped by narrow jaws or taloned feet. Knives he wouldn't mind losing, unlike the elegant rapier that he had left at home. A sturdy bag was tucked into his belt as well, filled with seeds. Isuma, however, remained at home, tucked tight to Rory's side along with half of the magic mirrors. The other half remained in a chain around his neck, tucked inside his clothes for the moment.
Adam was an unexpected sight, but Loren and Wessex were not. He looked around for Deimos, but the General had been wise enough to keep away from this particular adventure, so the bard drew a breath to address Loren's question. "The last time I went down to see if there was a way through, the rubble had collapsed enough that nothing human-sized could get through," he spoke quietly. "The first time I went down there? There was a large room filled with plants that spewed poison into the air. That, at least, has been dealt with. Beyond that chamber was a smaller one where the portal was, guarded by a great serpent..." He slanted a glance at Wessex. "...That was sentient, and disinclined to let Ascended pass. I spoke with it at the time to try and get it to escape with us when the Spire threatened to fall the first time, but it refused to leave its charge. It has been there a long, long time, bound to its duty."
He glanced back to Loren with a slight nod of acknowledgment. "The second time I went down there the door to the portal room had been sealed over, however, and we couldn't find an easy way to open it at the time, though we had other things to worry about then." A dying tulmhainar and poison gas and a flock of Fae whose only interest was the world turtle had all comprised solid distractions at the time.
Jigano arrives with half a magic mirror set, a bag of seeds, and a brief recap of what he's found in the Spire before.
