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In-Game Roleplay Events / Re: A Strange Red Book
« on: December 10, 2013, 03:01:31 am »
Act II, Scene II
They discovered the excavated hole easily enough . The earth was well worn and grass had been trampled from use. He knelt down to peer in, but the meter-wide entry allowed little light to enter.
Hemmel reached into the opened ground and closed his eyes. Light began to shine from within the earthy portal. A small, ghostly sphere descended from his hand. Stashka prepared a rope to follow the glowing orb into cavern below.
The roughly excavated hole gave way to the finely hewn stone walls of the room below. "Whoa," Stashka watched as the sphere illuminated the room below. "Hey, this don't look like a natural cave."
Hemmel stood up and called after the caravan, "Professor!", but the caravan was too far off.
"Just leave him be, Hemmel. He's obviously off his rocker, or somebody is around here."
Hemmel wanted answers. The professor couldn't hear him, but perhaps Hemmel could get his attention another way.
A dark mist formed around Hemmel's hand as he centered himself. He reared back and threw the mist as high into the sky as his might would carry. The entropic mist erupted into a roiling darkness. Darklight cast against everything in the area as would a candle light a room.
"PROFESSOR! I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!", yelled Hemmel.
Cries of terror rose up from the caravan. Students pointed to the darkness in the sky and wondered what was happening, if this would be their end. The drivers quickened their pace to escape the peculiar darkness and soon the caravan was out of sight.
Hemmel lowered his head and sighed. "Subtlety. Hah!"
Stashka looked up from the portal to catch Hemmel's attention. "The only way we be gettin' answers is going down to see for ourselves." Hemmel placed a caring hand on Stashka's shoulder. "That could be dangerous," he said.
Stashka smirked. He grabbed the rope and swung about to begin his own descent. "Sure, I know that. If you hear me screamin', wait ten minutes before you go get more help." This did not alleviate Hemmel's trepidation. "I'll call up if its all clear. And if it isn't, I'll, uh. . . cal up. . . anyways."
"You know the code for all clear," Hemmel sternly commanded. Hemmel sent down two more orbs of light after Stashka.
Stashka looked around the room below. The walls were no accident of nature. Someone made these. Still, it was safe, so he called up the all clear.
"What do you see, Stashka?"
Stashka hesitates to leave the comfort of the rope, but steps into the room as the orbs of light follow him. "Uh...its definitely a room, not a cave, whatever that crazy professor thought..." The room was large, and mostly empty save for a table and chair; stacks of books canvassed the far side of the room.
"UUhhhh....Hemmel, I'm gettin a little nervous now too...I'm seein these books, remember like the one that Ylian saw, fore he went crazy and died? Everything from the journal- it's all here." Stashka's legs became heavy. This horrific images from the journal played through his mind.
"Don't go close," Hemmel's voice echoed eerily down the chute and around the chamber. "I'd rather you not become another pale, arguably dead, possible phantom." Hemmel heard Stashka shuffle another step. "Stop!" he called. "I need to test something first." Hemmel dropped six rods down the portal. "Use these."
Stashka picked up the rods, noting each was composed of a different metal. He twisted his face in confusion. "Now what?"
"Each of those resonates to the energy of a Way. If there is any intense magical energy down there, at least one of them will vibrate. Not very hard, mind you. You'll feel it tremble in your hand." Hemmel waited for a response, alert and ready.
Stashka held out all six rods away from his body. He stepped slowly into the room and waited. "I . . . I don't feel anything. . . yet." After a few moments, confidence found him. He tucked the rods under his arm and approached the books. "Yeah, nothin'. I'mma get a better look here now."
"Very well," Hemmel called, "but keep talking. That will let me know you are still yourself."
"Right. Uh, well, I'm just seeing the books, table, chairs, so far."
Stashka continued his search alone in the quiet room. Old books, an old table, an old chair in a beautifully crafted room.
Hemmel waited above, alone with his thoughts, to keep an eye out for trouble. He wondered whether the caravan was real. He stood among the ruins, rope in hand, darklight cast all about him. He wondered and worried as he wrestled with the dark unknown they had discovered.
They discovered the excavated hole easily enough . The earth was well worn and grass had been trampled from use. He knelt down to peer in, but the meter-wide entry allowed little light to enter.
Hemmel reached into the opened ground and closed his eyes. Light began to shine from within the earthy portal. A small, ghostly sphere descended from his hand. Stashka prepared a rope to follow the glowing orb into cavern below.
The roughly excavated hole gave way to the finely hewn stone walls of the room below. "Whoa," Stashka watched as the sphere illuminated the room below. "Hey, this don't look like a natural cave."
Hemmel stood up and called after the caravan, "Professor!", but the caravan was too far off.
"Just leave him be, Hemmel. He's obviously off his rocker, or somebody is around here."
Hemmel wanted answers. The professor couldn't hear him, but perhaps Hemmel could get his attention another way.
A dark mist formed around Hemmel's hand as he centered himself. He reared back and threw the mist as high into the sky as his might would carry. The entropic mist erupted into a roiling darkness. Darklight cast against everything in the area as would a candle light a room.
"PROFESSOR! I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!", yelled Hemmel.
Cries of terror rose up from the caravan. Students pointed to the darkness in the sky and wondered what was happening, if this would be their end. The drivers quickened their pace to escape the peculiar darkness and soon the caravan was out of sight.
Hemmel lowered his head and sighed. "Subtlety. Hah!"
Stashka looked up from the portal to catch Hemmel's attention. "The only way we be gettin' answers is going down to see for ourselves." Hemmel placed a caring hand on Stashka's shoulder. "That could be dangerous," he said.
Stashka smirked. He grabbed the rope and swung about to begin his own descent. "Sure, I know that. If you hear me screamin', wait ten minutes before you go get more help." This did not alleviate Hemmel's trepidation. "I'll call up if its all clear. And if it isn't, I'll, uh. . . cal up. . . anyways."
"You know the code for all clear," Hemmel sternly commanded. Hemmel sent down two more orbs of light after Stashka.
Stashka looked around the room below. The walls were no accident of nature. Someone made these. Still, it was safe, so he called up the all clear.
"What do you see, Stashka?"
Stashka hesitates to leave the comfort of the rope, but steps into the room as the orbs of light follow him. "Uh...its definitely a room, not a cave, whatever that crazy professor thought..." The room was large, and mostly empty save for a table and chair; stacks of books canvassed the far side of the room.
"UUhhhh....Hemmel, I'm gettin a little nervous now too...I'm seein these books, remember like the one that Ylian saw, fore he went crazy and died? Everything from the journal- it's all here." Stashka's legs became heavy. This horrific images from the journal played through his mind.
"Don't go close," Hemmel's voice echoed eerily down the chute and around the chamber. "I'd rather you not become another pale, arguably dead, possible phantom." Hemmel heard Stashka shuffle another step. "Stop!" he called. "I need to test something first." Hemmel dropped six rods down the portal. "Use these."
Stashka picked up the rods, noting each was composed of a different metal. He twisted his face in confusion. "Now what?"
"Each of those resonates to the energy of a Way. If there is any intense magical energy down there, at least one of them will vibrate. Not very hard, mind you. You'll feel it tremble in your hand." Hemmel waited for a response, alert and ready.
Stashka held out all six rods away from his body. He stepped slowly into the room and waited. "I . . . I don't feel anything. . . yet." After a few moments, confidence found him. He tucked the rods under his arm and approached the books. "Yeah, nothin'. I'mma get a better look here now."
"Very well," Hemmel called, "but keep talking. That will let me know you are still yourself."
"Right. Uh, well, I'm just seeing the books, table, chairs, so far."
Stashka continued his search alone in the quiet room. Old books, an old table, an old chair in a beautifully crafted room.
Hemmel waited above, alone with his thoughts, to keep an eye out for trouble. He wondered whether the caravan was real. He stood among the ruins, rope in hand, darklight cast all about him. He wondered and worried as he wrestled with the dark unknown they had discovered.