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Behind the Iron Door; Adventure open!
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Topic Started: Dec 30 2015, 11:01 AM (2,003 Views)
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Raferties
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Dec 30 2015, 11:01 AM
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When Weyrwoman Sandasa had first shown Raferties the abandoned building, he had thought it potentially beautiful, if rather neglected. The two-story, circular structure had a columned front much like his old Celestial Library, pale gray stonework with sturdy masonry. But tiles were missing from the roof, a couple windows were cracked, and when he went inside, the shelves were covered in dust and both chairs and desks for writing and reading were tipped over. The sentimental side of him felt sorrow at the state it had become.
The Lorekeeper in him saw a challenge, and a purpose.
It had taken quite some time, and a lot of effort, but with help from his family and friends, Raferties had gotten the old library nearly into functioning order. There was just a couple of back rooms still needing tending to.
This particular day he was going to do just that, alone aside from Aurae and a couple of the Kirava who had apparently decided to make the library their personal home-away-from-weyr. A back storeroom had been on his mind for a bit, and surely, though Keldos was busy with training his dragon and Belial seeing to the Hellgate that the Lorekeeper had inadvertently created in their battle with the Tailor, such a simple thing as moving some boxes and cleaning the floors wouldn't be too hard for even a scholar of an angel.
Finding the door, however, wasn't part of his plan.
He'd been moving some crates of papers around, trying to get an inventory of what was on hand, when he found that there was something behind the nearby shelf. Pivoting it around, he found a large door. It was made of dark metal that proved to be very sturdy; he felt no give when he pushed on it, even putting all his weight behing his arms. The front of the door was decorated with an almost filigree appearance, incredibly craftmanship that both impressed and concerned the angel.
Testing the latch handle, Raferties found the door unlocked. He didn't even have time to wonder whether or not he should investigate, however, before Aurae pulled on his hair to get his attention and chittered at him, making her opinions about that course of actions very clear. The Kirava family were much of the same mind, flying between their angel and the door so he had to back up a step.
“Alright, I understand,” he soothed them. “You are correct that I likely will need help with this, just to be safe.” It was the work of a couple of minutes to write out messages, in the flowing silvery script that would identify Raferties as the writer to any who knew him, and then Aurae and some of the Kirava were flying away, looking for anyone who might be brave enough to dare the unknown with the Lorekeeper.
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Alright, time for a good old Adventure!
Anyone is welcome to join. You can say you encountered a messenger, or just happened to wander in. Mayhaps your characters were looking for Raferties, and heard he was in the abandoned library. The options are nearly endless.
You may also use multiple characters. I only ask that there be some way to distinguish between their dialogue, such as one being in bold and the other not, or font colors, what have you. This is for my ease mostly, I will admit lol!
As there may be multiple Heroes in this one (I hope!) you may coordinate however you like when it comes to puzzles, battles, etc. I just ask that each and everyone who joins post at least once.
I will leave the intro open for the full two weeks, to allow anyone to wants to get in on this and I know with school restarting timing might be off, but after that I will be posting ONCE A WEEK OR WHEN ALL PARTICIPANTS HAVE POSTED, WHICHEVER OCCURS FIRST! Want to challenge me? Then everyone post as fast as you can, and see if I can keep up!
There will be a reward at the end of this, some BP or Coins as well as a Special Surprise, and on top of that I will tell you that when this Adventure is complete, a new Shop will be opened!
I only require two things from everyone who wants to participate, and those are: * a PM stating how much harm I am allowed to do to your characters (wound, break bones, sever limbs - permanent or not at your choosing, etc), and * dedication. If you join this, then please do not just 'fall out' in the middle of things. I promise, I will not do that to you, and I will do my best to make this fun and enjoyable for everyone involved!
So, who's up for some fun?
Lore Unlocked:
In the Basement: Dwellers of the Deep
Dwellers of the Deep Identified: the Sithkin! - Racial Details here
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Note: Until further stated, Scarheart, Belial, and Cassandra have standing permission to powerplay Raferties or Anari. Raferties and his Shinies ~~Anari and her Shinies~~ Keldos and his Shinies~~Cobalt and her Shinies~~Taki and her Shinies~~Kemori and his Shinies
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Dec 30 2015, 11:38 PM
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James inspected the message closely. His Bounty Hunting instincts were tingling. The thought of being hired brought back some memories from when he had first begun his career. He wasn't sure who the employer was. Though judging by the hand writing, he must be pretty formal.
James had come kitted this time. He was tired of being caught off guard when faced with trouble. He shouldered his M23A1, he had brought most of his sorted ammo. From the standard explosive round to his more exotic rounds. He wasn't kidding this time.
Are we fighting a small army? Or is it just Saturday?
James shrugged at sparky's remark. "Little of both." He said, turning off the main street. He ignored the looks of passerby's. He was use to it at this point. Most people here looked like they have never even seen a gun before. He looked at the directions again. He was pretty sure he was going the right way. Well... He was until Pitt spoke up.
We are suppose to take a left here... Not a right. - Oh! You found me!
James nodded, he had given up trying to correct the cat when it came to directions. He just simply followed the cat as he lead the way. Sparky stretched his wings. He had flown high for the duration of the day. Searching the woods for a quick snack. Until giving up and returning to his usual place on James shoulder.
"Wings still ache?" James asked. Sparky gave the phoenix equivalent of a shrug.
Little bit, nothing life threatening.
James nodded, he had not been paying much attention. Because the next thing that he noticed was Pitt dodging his foot. "Pitt?! You OK?" Pitt looked up and gave a brief nod.
I found it! He said, pointing like a pointer dog towards a old library.
"Good job, Pitt." James said, bending down to give him a brief scratch between his ears. "OK, guys. Let's lock and load."
James walked through the front door.
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Dec 31 2015, 05:07 AM
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Tide looked up from her walk as something flew over head. Before she knew it, a piece of paper was floating down towards her. Reaching up, she grabbed it and unfolded it. Her eyes quickly scanned the words, mouth forming them quietly as she recognized the handwriting as that of Raferties. It sounded like he had found something interesting and wanted people to help explore it. She almost tossed it away. Almost. But something Revea said came back to her and she couldn't bring herself to do it. "Hmm...I guess some of your adventuring advice finally rubbed off on me..." A sad smile graced her lips as she tucked the note safely in her bag.
None of her companions were with her. Not unless you count Charlie Biscuit who was sleeping soundly in his pendant. Though how much help the former Flamma would be, she didn't know and wonder briefly if she should go grab one of her better suited for adventure companions. The only problem with that, the old library was a lot closer than her home and she was afraid by the time she ran all the way back and listened to everyone and decided who to take, it would be too late.
So instead, she sent them a mental note on where she would be if anyone wanted to make it on time and took off at a light jog to the old library. She was only slightly out of breath as she slipped inside the place, taking a moment to marvel at what Raferties had accomplished with it so far.
"This is amazing!" And she hadn't even seen the door yet.
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"Death has a bone to pick with you and I'm here to help out." -Cain Skelington
"The waves have their own music...Are you listening?" - Tidesweep
"Don't take my silence for agreement. That would be a mistake."- Gertude Weavian
"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi
"Healing can take time. Lucky for you, you should having nothing but it for awhile."- Jeremi Kgute
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Dec 31 2015, 09:24 PM
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Such a simple thing, a note. Cassandra turned the fragment of parchment over in her hand again, scrutinizing the simple request from one that she could only presume was Raferties. Both the delicate scrawl and the messenger aviator was a giveaway, though that mattered little.
No, what mattered was... how was she to convince Hren to accompany her.
She scanned her shoppe once more, deciding that she would leave Qarath and Elsharaz behind to keep tabs of any customers that may enter (even though they both had given indication that they desired to "stretch their legs") and instead chose to coax Aneira, her Firelizard, to accompany her.
Now for the blind ranger.
Cassandra paced a bit, mused over her options, then realized the perfect means of invitation. Snatching up the parchment that had delivered her own message, she materialized a quill into her hand and quickly wrote out a message for her lover, rolled it up, and handed it to the miniature white Dragon. Smiling, she tipped her head to Aneira and murmured, "You should be able to find him easy enough darling. Just give him that message."
The Firelizard took off instantly to find Scarheart as Cassandra teleported herself to the library in question. Even as she was arriving, she saw the door close ahead of her, indicating that she was definitely not the only one to receive this message. A grin played at her lips as she shook off the remnant ice and magic, entering the building with a faint note of happiness to every step.
When the message would finally be delivered to Hren, where ever he was, he would find the message from Raferties on one side and a quite, note on the opposing side from Cassandra in blue ink:
Spoiler: click to toggle Think of it as a date.
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Jan 1 2016, 10:01 PM
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"So I'm a little left of center, I'm a little out of tune, Some say I'm paranormal, So I just bend their spoon. Who wants to be ordinary? In a crazy mixed-up world..." - Michelle Branch, "You Get Me"
The rain thundered against the forest canopy, echoing the Gods' Tears throughout the depths of the wilderness. A lone stag, aged and left behind by his herd, was drinking warily at a stream that had picked up due to the downpour. Nearby, camouflaged from both scent and sight, Hren stood watching the magnificent beast take its last few moments of relaxation in this world, before he would end the poor thing's existence. "A life well-lived, old one. I'll make sure your spirit goes on to serve your pack." Hren whispered into the wind, making sure it wasn't loud enough to be heard by the prey.
Then came the flapping and trilling of a little white pest - a miniature dragon of winter's color darted into the greenery, annoyed at the rain dousing it while it delivered Cassandra's message. Aneira was so annoyed, in fact, that she cared little for the fact Scarheart smelled like deer and wet dog, or that he was hunting that evening's meal and had spent the better half of the day trekking through mud to find a beast that could be hunted without detriment to the greater whole of the population. "Here."
The firelizard shoved the note into Hren's hands, which of course startled the elder buck and sent him rushing as quick as he could into the thick brush on the other side of the stream.
"... thank you, Aneira, as always." Scarheart's tone was dry and lacked the consideration for the fact that the note had been delivered in the rain - he had been thinking about dinner for hours now.
Slowly, the blind ranger turned the note about a few times, catching both Raferties' scent and Cassandra's, and found himself intrigued immediately how both could have left such traces on the note.
"Care to tell me what it says, Aneira?" The white winged-lizard took a deep breath, trying to not be irritated at people where the guilty party was clearly the IF for making it a rainy day... in the forest... and only in the forest. Finally, she relayed the contents of the message in that chittering and trilling tongue of the firelizard, which Scarheart had come to understand, at least partially, from time with his own devilish imp-dragon, as he took to calling them. "Thank you again, m'dear."
He left the clearing and returned home, briefly, to put on some dry clothes, freshen up, and then head off toward Raferties' home again. His entire slew of creatures wanted to join in the 'fun' as well, but Hren was never really the sort to walk into possible danger with an army, but rather preferred to face such things alone... until forced to do otherwise.
His steps covered great ground, despite Scarheart avoiding the forest (and thus getting wet again). The Illogical Field had yet again altered time as to allow Hren to move along the wilderness at a pace that would rival teleportation, for no sooner than Cassandra had taken two strides into the building at hand, Scarheart was coming into the hallway himself, his very presence alerting Cassandra that he was there, via the magic of their linked rings.
Spoiler: click to toggle "You've strange ideas of 'dates' m'dear."
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Jan 1 2016, 10:55 PM
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As she felt the thrum of magic from her ring, Cassandra grinned broadly and tipped her head as she responded, turning on her heel to locate Hren directly.
Spoiler: click to toggle "Well, first of all, I always marvel at how resourceful you are. I thought it would surely take you much longer to interpret the note.... Aneira helped you, didn't she?"
Out loud, she laughed softly and approached, hugging him without any means of permission beforehand. "You obviously didn't have to come, but I just thought that we could see what Raferties is having an issue with instead of you being off meandering through the woods like you tend to do."
In truth, she had a guess what he had been doing... Aneira had given her a vague mental impression as to what she had interrupted. Cassandra paused, glancing around the entry hall of the library and reveling at how beautiful of a job Raferties had done at cleaning the place up. Although she hadn't seen the beginning project, she could only imagine what it could have looked like before hand (especially since she had seen her own shoppe and Kalatis').
As her eyes fell upon the other two, the Djinn smiled and rested her head against Scarheart's arm, her height proving difficult for any higher location. "Did Raferties tell either of you exactly what was going on?"
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Jan 2 2016, 12:40 AM
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James ran a thumb along the handle of his gun. A sign that he was in deep thought. He reluctantly tore his eye away from the collection of books that detailed the events of several different battles. He wanted desperately to pick one up and study the tactics that were deployed in those skirmishes.
"Not a clue, to be honest. I know as much as you do at this point." He said, focusing on the Djinn and the ranger. Though after a minute his gaze wandered to the books. He could lose hours in this place. Reading on the battles and strategies of ancient wars. Who knows? This was new land, their tactics could be completely different than what he knew. His head was already a buzz with ideas.
"Something about a iron door. But beyond that. Well, I know as much as a fish knows about the sky."
He grimaced once again. Pitt loved the analogies, so he made sure to work one out as much as he could. Now James couldn't stop saying them. He suppose it wasn't all that bad. He surprised himself sometimes with how many he knew.
Sparky gave him a 'pay attention' peck. He refocused his gaze. "Maybe he just forgot his keys and needs it opened?" He said, giving a good grin as well.
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Jan 2 2016, 05:20 AM
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Tide looked over at Cassandra and Hren, shrugging her shoulders lightly. The Flaren remembered Cassandra from the bonding of the little light bats and while she had questions, now probably wasn't the time for them. While waiting, she had moved to wonder the shelves, scanning the titles. So many books. She, like James, wanted to take one down and started reading it. So many stories. So little time. "I do not know to be honest. He is not Fae last I knew so I doubt the iron would stop him from entering."
Thinking over the suggestion, she shook her head. "If the door is just an iron one, why not simply have a small dragon help him out? I am sure iron and and...fire...do not mix well." She only had a slight stutter on trying to get the word fire out, but otherwise, she was fine. "Though if is just merely hunting for keys, I can go back and grab Auriaco. He would love searching among here."
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"Death has a bone to pick with you and I'm here to help out." -Cain Skelington
"The waves have their own music...Are you listening?" - Tidesweep
"Don't take my silence for agreement. That would be a mistake."- Gertude Weavian
"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi
"Healing can take time. Lucky for you, you should having nothing but it for awhile."- Jeremi Kgute
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Jan 4 2016, 12:30 PM
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James hid his grin under the brim of his hat. "It was a joke, you know? Haha? Suppose to make you laugh?" He suppressed the urge to chuckle at Tides remark. He was pretty use to people taking what he said to literal. Especially now that he was in a new kind of land. He tipped his hat back, looking the girl over. From her reddish blonde hair to her wide eyes. She looked like she was startled by the fact that she was in a library.
"Names James Black, for those I haven't the pleasure of greeting yet." He said, more towards Tide. He tipped his hat up to give a more clear view of his face. Accompanying it with his best grin. He remembered the ranger and the ice... girl from when he meet Pitt. Who also had a look of recognition on his face towards the two. "This is Pitt, and the bird who thinks he is unseen trying to place my canteen of water above that door." James said, shooting a look towards Sparky. Who was now quickly trying to look innocent with the water canteen hanging from one claw.
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Jan 4 2016, 08:18 PM
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"It's nice to see you again, Tide, and to meet you more formally, James... and Pitt, right? I'm Cassandra, and this is Scarheart." As she spoke, Cassandra's eye darting to each individual as she addressed them, the Djinn couldn't help but to notice the intriguing Phoenix. However, having her own mischievous friends, she simply smiled and continued to address the comments otherwise, letting the fire bird have its fun.
"That does sound like the beginning of a cliche joke... how many people does it take to get a door open? At least we have most areas covered for attempts!" She paused and pulled a single book from one of the piles to run a finger over the cover. "In all honesty, I'm a little more curious than I should be. Raferties is no frail angel, so he either found something he wants to share out of excitement, or he is interfered by this door. Though, that is just a guess from the last time I really experienced his company..."
Her mind flashed back to the fallen, singing castle and Cassandra involuntarily shuddered and leaned against Hren a little more.
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Jan 5 2016, 11:06 PM
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Beware the fury of a patient man. - John Dryden
Willfully did he accept Cassandra's affection - just another part of his rugged collection of accouterments. He smiled with a grin at the mention of Aneria's assistance with reading the letter he would have been otherwise unable to appreciate. "Always interested in a good mystery."
"Scarheart." It had been a long time since really making acquaintances - he was obviously a bit rusty in his mannerisms, but the purity of the intent was evident in the blind ranger's voice. How many said acquaintances had he made over the years? Only the Gods could know, because his mortal mind was far from involved enough to recall such information far beyond the lifetimes of those he had to leave behind.
He gave nods to indicate the speaker, a blind stare from behind blindfold shooting right through them as though he were looking at something beyond, as new and old voices alike rang out. Iron had quite a bit of significance, especially to Fae - as Tide had indicated. Iron also represented dense earth and protection, unworked by man, and pure of ferrous ore.
"I need to smell the iron." Hren off-handedly spoke to Cassandra without really a second thought to how it might sound to others. "I need to smell its impurities, or any other elements worked into it." The rugged woodsman wasted no time beginning to hone his senses and focus on the room around him. Perhaps, if the books were kept clean enough, like an angelic library might imply, he could smell the door from here and determine its origins. That alone was enough to get the ranger thinking.
~I wonder if its magnetite, or perhaps hematite? Would have taken an awful lot of siderite to make an entire door out of iron...~
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Jan 6 2016, 12:29 AM
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Did he just say what I think.... right, this is Hren.
Tipping her head up to stare at him, she laughed softly and walked backwards towards where she presumed the door was, dragging Hren along with her. "Well, then, why don't we take this eventful conversation to wherever this door is and we can wait for our angelic host to explain to us what we can help him with."
Gesturing with her other hand to Tide and James, the Djinn's firelizard darted ahead to help guide the group to find the door without too many twists or turns.
"Anyway, it'd be better to at least see the door instead of just talking about it from a distance. And why not, Scarheart can smell the door....."
To be honest, by this point, she saw no complete point in questioning Hren, but she was sure that his request had a specific purpose to it that he would explain if it was pertinent.
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Jan 6 2016, 02:16 AM
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Tide felt a light blush creep on her cheeks. Of course. Introductions. Where were her manners? Probably lost in the awe she had felt at entering the library. "It is good to see you again as well. Hopefully under much better circumstances this time around." Looking between Scarheart and James, Tide took a step away from the phoenix above the door. While she was getting better, the fire birds still weren't her favorite companions out there. "Tidesweep. Though most people just call me Tide for short."
As for Scarheart smelling the door...Tide actually didn't find it that odd of a request really. Some people just had a really good sense of smell and she figured he was one of them. And if not...Well, what was weird about smelling the door? She smelled the ocean when she was at the beach. Following in step behind the duo, she instead wonder what made this door so special that Raferties wanted some help with it.
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"Death has a bone to pick with you and I'm here to help out." -Cain Skelington
"The waves have their own music...Are you listening?" - Tidesweep
"Don't take my silence for agreement. That would be a mistake."- Gertude Weavian
"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi
"Healing can take time. Lucky for you, you should having nothing but it for awhile."- Jeremi Kgute
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Jan 6 2016, 02:19 AM
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Ask a Cybertronian psychologist why theirs was such an intensely social species and you’d get a thousand different answers. Some claimed it was a simple matter of consensus-building, of justice predicated on the agreement of the masses. Others insisted it was a matter of psychological health- mecha in isolation either went mad or developed painfully bad coping mechanisms to handle their newfound solitude. Still others shrugged their shoulders and opined that their species had been built- or sparked- that way, and who were they to question the workings of gods? In the end no one really knew, a fact that had tormented countless generations of philosophers and psychologists both armchair and professional.
More pragmatically, however, company kept Cybertronians from making painfully bad decisions. Banner was a mech alone and adrift, cut off from everything xe’d ever known. It followed, then, that xe made bad decisions.
Decisions like choosing to throw caution to the wind and answer the summons deposited on xir head by what xe strongly suspected was some endemic species of bat.
Yep. That’s xir excuse and xe’s sticking to it. No WAY could rampant curiosity play even the tiniest of roles...
Excuses or no, Ban found xirself pondering the missive’s message even as xe trundled off towards the location mentioned. There’d been something about a door, and about danger, and about the unknown lurking on the far side of aforementioned door. The script itself hadn’t been familiar, but the message behind it most certainly was. How many times had the Lost Light intercepted distress calls and gone barreling off into the abyss? More importantly, how many times had xe survived such ‘adventures’? Sure, xe didn’t have the rest of the crew to rely on now, but what was the harm in risking it all?
And so it was a thoughtful Autobot that shifted back to root-mode, sidled through a too-small door and gave the library's occupants the proverbial hairy eyeball. Xe’d been on Teragaia all of three days now, just long enough to acquaint xirself with the absurdity of xir newfound home, but no amount of draconian visits had prepared xir for the planet’s hominid inhabitants. Of the five humanoids gathered three could pass for human- albeit loosely, in two cases- but the fifth and final, the one hiding off in a side-room and only visible on infrared scans?
Well, humans didn’t usually have wings.
Small wonder Ban hung back and watched, plating pulled tight in palpable unease.
Y’know, because a ten-foot-tall robot wasn’t at all out of place on Teragaia.
((Well, I tried to get the newbie here to come and play and xe was having none of it. Please feel free to approach xir if you’re so inclined! If not I’ll have xir actually interact with folks next round. <3 ))
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Jan 6 2016, 09:30 AM
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Hearing the door open from where he was moving the last of the boxes out of the room with the now-revealed door, Raferties smiled. It seemed that, given the library wasn't open for business as it was just yet, not only had his various messengers found recipients for his messages, they were willing to come and help. This was good news indeed! He listened to their banter with a smile for a bit as he packed away a few inkwells he had found into the box – not like he would need them – and closed the lid, then picked it up and stepped out into the room just as they were approaching (with a bit of meandering from those admiring the few books he had on the shelves already).
“I cannot thank everyone enough for coming to assist me with this hopefully small problem,” he greeted, setting the box down and smiling. “Yes, it is something much more than a lost set of keys. In fact, the door itself is quite unlocked. But the advice of certain individuals who were concerned for my safety, I did not wish to venture into the unknown without assistance.” He inclined his head towards James and his arsenal. “While I have never seen weapons such as yours, and I hope they are unneeded, I am glad that you brought them. I have had enough experience with the Illogical Field to know that anything can happen with the unknown is a factor.” Tide and Cassandra got smiles as well for their compliments. “I can only hope that it lives up to its potential, especially once I have added some to the shelves. All the books you see now are ones that Weyrwoman Sandasa said were here originally when the building was discovered. There is still plenty of space left, so perhaps when all this is completed and the structure safe I can somewhat resume my previous duties of Lorekeeper and fill them. And of course, anyone will be free to come and peruse the volumes as they wish. Knowledge is meant to be recorded, and shared.” For Scarheart, the angel rustled his wings rather than gave any visual greeting. “I hope you have been well since our last adventure together, Scarheart, and that this will be a bit simpler an affair. At the very least, we can speak normally for the moment!” Raferties finished with a chuckle, as the door opened one final time and another person entered. Once more this was someone that Raferties had never seen around, surprisingly tall and by all appearances made of… metal? Either that or xe had the most encasing suit of armor the angel had ever seen. But though xe was keeping xir distance, the angel thought xe might have been there to help as well, and gave Banner a welcoming smile and gestured the mech to join them, before moving aside so they could all see the iron door.
“In short, when I was cleaning out this room about half an hour ago, I found this door. It was concealed behind that shelf to the right, which is affixed to some sort of pivot. Moving it aside was rather simple, but both Aurae and the collective of the Koro family of Kirava -” One of said members who dropped down to cling to the front of Raferties' robe like a shining little bat-shaped badge, rather adorable. “ - convinced me that to venture forth alone would be foolish. Given where this room lies in relation to the building, I believe that whatever is beyond the door will descend below ground. Light will not be a problem I assure, unless magical darkness threatens. Are we ready, or are there any questions?” When agreement was made, Raferties pushed down the latch handle, and opened the door.
Beyond the portal lay stairs that did go down, perhaps about ten feet or so before they banked around at a landing, and descended another ten feet before opening into a room. This was once perhaps a basement storage of sorts, as there were boxes and crates along one wall, and something that greatly resembled a wine rack only with scrolls upon it instead. As the only light this far down was what spilled in from the upper floor, Raferties wrapped himself in his radiance, illuminating things for some distance in bright light, and dim light after that.
The light also revealed something rather telling: ahead on the south-west corner of the room was a great hole about times and a half again the width of a man, and reaching from floor to ceiling. The rubble that littered the basement's floor told clear that whatever had made this entrance had done so from outside the room. Those brave enough to peer inside would find a natural tunnel that branched both south and to the north west, seeming to open into a room. The entire thing would be studded infrequently with phosphorescent rocks in a myriad of colors that shed about as much light as a candle, throwing shadows except where the angel's light hit them.
Now the question appeared: which way?
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Alright, now we're getting into things!
I'll be running this somewhat like a DnD adventure, which means there may be pauses for group decisions or reactions, or I may call out someone in particular for noticing something that I think they would due to their character's stated abilities (yes, I'm paying attention to your profiles for this! XD ). As I stated before, you may use whatever means at your disposal to make decisions – PM, chatbox, you could even open an OOC thread if you wanted. Any IC conversation or decisions, though, won't be accepted until everyone is in agreement, and it clearly stated by at least one person. It's highly advisable for everyone to carefully read all other posts from this point out, or you may miss something vital that someone else says or double up reactions. (IE, if you're attacked and Raf grappled, and one person posts they're running up to pull it off, a later post shouldn't say they're doing the same thing unless stated to be 'helping X person pull it off.')
Also, I forgot to say, but you may post as many times as you want between my updates, so if in character you all would discuss something, then by all means discuss! I want this to run smoothly. That said, there's no requirement to post more than once if that's all you desire to post.
And in my first post, you will see I now have a Map up! (we got scanner for Christmas, I will use!) I will update this with each post, revealing more of where you've uncovered as well as what options are available. This may help everyone keep track of where you guys are, as well as show details in rooms for encounters. (Yes, there will be battles! This is an Adventure, after all!) So if there's any particulars about how your character may handle combat situations that isn't in your profile, or any other details you think I should know, please PM me when able!
Phase One Map:

Edit: I realized I should probably explain a little bit about Banner. Banner will be replacing one of Telmaril's characters once he completes the character's profile. Telmaril wanted to do this earlier, but was unable to due to holiday things going on. He asked if I would let him put Banner into the Adventure without a Profile, as I was about to update and between writing his Cybertronian in and trying to get the profile done he wasn't sure he could manage both on time. So I said sure - hopefully the profile will be up shortly.
Also, you may have noticed in either Banner's intro post or my response the use of the odd pronouns. Telmaril has elected to use gender-neutral pronouns (xe for he/she, xir for him/her, etc) since Banner is technically neither male or female. Out of respect for this choice when replying specifically to Banner I will also be using them. I apologize in advance if I mix any up lol!
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Note: Until further stated, Scarheart, Belial, and Cassandra have standing permission to powerplay Raferties or Anari. Raferties and his Shinies ~~Anari and her Shinies~~ Keldos and his Shinies~~Cobalt and her Shinies~~Taki and her Shinies~~Kemori and his Shinies
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