player event [ Dig Site In Trouble! ]

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

 

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A notice has been posted within Ravenswood, addressed towards all members of the lounge.

 

 

Notice: Urgent Expedition Alert - Tarraskan Beetle Invasion at the Digsite

 

To: All Members of the Hunters Lounge

 

From: Roy.

 

I'm writing this notice with a sense of urgency, our archeology team has encountered an active hive of Tarraskan Beetles dangerously close to the dig site, stopping our team from doing their jobs.

 

These beetles ain't your garden-variety insects. They're large, organized, and shockingly humanoid. They've swarmed the digsite, causing significant damage and locking down access.

 

This task requires immediate action. I’m sending in a small group of hunters to head into the digsite, eliminate these Tarraskan Beetles, and, if possible, find a way to keep these bugs out permanently. I would suggest a group no larger than five, but move at your discretion. 

 

Objective: Clear the Archeological Dig Site of Tarraskan Beetles and explore ways to keep them from coming back.

 

Gear: Bring standard cave diving gear, lanterns are preferable. If I see anyone bringing a whip or some other kooky item I’m feeding you to the beetles myself.

 

Safety Guidelines: Be advised, these Tarraskan Beetles move as a group and will quickly swarm your team if left unchecked. Ensure you have your protective gear and exercise caution when engaging large groups. Blunt weaponry is advised for melee combatants, avoid the use of fire or any explosives to prevent further damage to the dig site.

 

For those that wish to join the team being sent in, feel free to contact me directly.

 

Roy.

 

 

[Showlocke 90]

“Bugs. Easy to squash beneath my boots.”
 

The tall aheral woman looks over this note, accepting it like a challenge, casually ignoring the ‘large humanoid’ part.

 

“An adequate way to spend my time.”

[Kudos 188]

The man gripped his own equipment again, chitinous reinforced armor adorned and figure moving up the climbing stairs of the Sanctuary.  An armless 'Tigrasi moving once more, shield adorned to his back and his gear at the ready—hand on the missive with a nod.

"I thought we dealt with enough of them in the underground."  He flicked his tail, a bellowing grumble from his maw as he reflected on the encounter.  "Time for another scrape again— Let's see if they need a shield bearer."  Verachone moved, readied for the coming hunt.