Mobius

[Ever 2648]

Jert made it a goal to keep at least a kilometre between him and the rest of the group. It was always harder to spot the lone wolf than the squabbling flock of sheep. He managed to avoid the entire fight with the Orc band and better yet, the raging storm above.

"Would ya like another bowl of soup?"

Jert wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

"Nah, but thankies. I fink it's time I went back fer me band, den we kin 'elp ya wit the movin' 'n stuffs."

The old man nods and smiles.

"You're a godsend, bless ya! Get 'em here as fast as ya can so they can warm their bones and fill their stomachs with something warm!"

He looks over the dripping group, barely able to contain his smug grin.

"Get up, ya dogs! There's a 'ouse, 'n it ain't too far from 'ere. Follow my path 'n move quick, dun walk unner any trees, 'less ya wanna die."

Jert adjusts his cloak and races out into the storm.

Last scenario, then we move onto the temple. I'll post the second post in about an hour or two.

[CowsGoMoo 267]

Sorry! I planned on posting today, but I'm currently stuck in China Town in SF after my car lost power.

Sorry with the late reply, I'll try to do something about that flying Dom later!

- sent from iPhone

[EmeraldStag 165]

HEY I SEE YOU DOWN THERE, if you're reading it then POST SOMETHING Some of us are TIRED of waiting for someone to post so they can post again!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

I'm waiting for you to get to the Camp. Also, just a reminder, when you get to the camp, DO NOT POST UNTILL I DO. I have stuff planned, and will not to large an over-ever RPer ruining it.

[Αμφίονας 41]

Amfionas looks up to the woman . She has clearly lost her eyesight for some unexplicable reason. She looks away when she is talking to him.

"T-thanks for bringing me to safty, I would of never been able to find a please to wait-out this storm."

He responds in his usual stern manner .

"Aye.. Hath thy eyes checked by the doctor. Thou dost not seem alright."

He never liked too many thanks and apologies . Too unnecessary and time consuming. After some minutes and when the doctor has done all that he could about the badly wounded people a man comes by the entrance of this small shelter.

"Get up, ya dogs! There's a 'ouse, 'n it ain't too far from 'ere. Follow my path 'n move quick, dun walk unner any trees, 'less ya wanna die."

That was good news. Most people standed up and eagerly started following the man. A warm and cozy house would be way better than being left exposed into the sheer force of nature. Others began to move the wounded people and speak to others in nearby shelters of their good luck while most followed the man through the intense rain avoiding any trees as the man suggested. Nobody troubled questioning the man and the few that did kept these thoughts for themselves. They just wanted to be around a warm fire once again. A few people where left behind, the ones that showed no signs of life. After some time they all reached the House the man spoke about.

Ooc:

Again do not rush roleplay. In these things you need to be patient. Read the everblue's responce for a better answer. (some pages ago I think). Also I role-played the small departure from the cave thing. I am not sure where Kernith was so I said everyone was told in nearby similar shelters. Domelvia can be thrown in somewhere so I left her as well. If I am not mistaken Scug lost his leg so I had him being taken care of as best as possible but his fate is decided by hamin. If anyone wants to make a better trip or whatever feel free to and I will erase the parts referring to that.

[Watyll 1104]

Scag lies unconscious in the dirt. He wakes up and the pain hits him again

"Oh by poseidons baby maker that hurts like a *****."

He sees a stick on the ground and crawls to it. He shoves himself off the ground with it and uses it as a crutch. Scag sees the people follow the man inside and screams

"Hey! Don't forget about me!"

He then begins his hobbling trek over to the group.

[nppeck 601]

"Finally something good on this trip." Ariana thinks as she follows the man.

[EmeraldStag 165]

After hearing about the home, Midori feels a bit of relief that they would finally be getting out of the storm. She allows someone to take her hand and lead her to where ever this place may be. She silently wonders why they would need to stay away from the trees but she doesn't question it, she was in new lands and she knew better then to second guess anyone or anything in them.

[Ever 2648]

Luckily enough, only one tree is stricken by lightning as the group rushes passed a thicket and out into the open.

And there it stands, like a shining beacon in a world of darkness.

Any other time, it would appear to be a dingy shack. But now? The very definition of warm, dry, and welcoming.

A single chair decorates the porch, a fishing pole sitting upright in it.

Ignore the skin and dirt, lol. Best I could do.

This man and the house share similar qualities. Old, but welcoming. Shabby, but warm enough.

"Don't just stand there in the doorway! Come in, come in!"

The group shuffles in, filling the house. The room is so small that it's impossible not to elbow or bump into the fellow next to you.

"There's some cloth 'n the chest at the foot of my bed, dry yourselves off with it. I'll fetch some bowls fer you all."

The old man scampers up into the attic.

Jert looks over the ragged group, grinning smugly.

"This guy, he says he knows sumtin' 'bout a temple near here. Said he'll feed us 'n house us fer a night or two, we just gotta help him move some boxes. You lot can thank me later, weren't fer me you'd be freezing in that dirty hole."

The Old Man returns, arms piled high with wooden bowls.

"Me 'n the Mrs. don't get much company out here." He begins as he ladles fish soup from the cauldron. "We's kinda a way out, as ya can tell. It's peaceful out here, though. Plenny to hunt, though I ain't been huntin' for years, 'n plenny to fish too."

He begins passing the soup-filled bowls around.

"We even had a lil' wolf pup once. She was just the sweetest thing, she passed a lil' while ago, buried her out back."

It doesn't seem like he's going to be on the topic of temples and ruins for some time.

"She loved fishin' with me, she did. Ooo, 'n the fish round here are just wonderful. Ain't taste like anything I ever ate before I got here."

Ramble, ramble.

"Did I mention the fruits that gro-"

Jert cuts in.

"Sorry to innerupt, but can you show us those boxes we needa move for ya?"

"Oh yes, it seems I lost my mind for a moment there. Up there, up the stairs, in the attic. Plenty of boxes, maybe one for each of ya. I just need ya to take them to the cellar for me. Been waitin' years for someone to come by to help. I can't walk down the steps no more, knees hurt too much. 'n me wife, well, she's got this sickness, ya see, the sun does bad tings to her skin. She spends the day down 'n the cellar, workin' on diff'rent crafts 'n stuff. She even wrote a book of poetry! Lovely little thing, 'n did ya know we've been together for sixty years! Wonderful, just wonderful."

A quick peek upstairs reveal quite a few boxes.

"They're quite heavy, 'least to me. I can't carry them down onna 'count of my knees..."

His voice trails off.

"Did I already say that?"

He grins wide, revealing a few missing teeth then lets out a hearty laugh.

"Bah, oh well. Take a seat, enjoy the soup, tell some stories. We'll have to wait out the storm before anything."

[CowsGoMoo 267]

Hastily made post, about how Dom got out of her flying situation or whatever.

Hastily made post was hasty.

"Don't just stand there in the doorway! Come in, come in!"

Domelvia squeezes into the house with group, her sides covered with bruises and cuts. A drippy puddle begins to form under her.

She looked around the room nervously, she had just been extremely lucky... If what happened didn't happen just now... she would be...

"There's some cloth 'n the chest at the foot of my bed, dry yourselves off with it. I'll fetch some bowls fer you all."

The moment she was lifted off the ground by the wind she thought she would be thrown into the air and never come down! Although, what she was thinking at that moment might had been a bit twisted, she didn't fly that high in the air at all! Now that Domelvia thinks about it, she had only been lifted a couple feet up in the air, four or five at most... Then all the sudden, SLAM. Domelvia was thrown into an object and a loud, "OOMPH" was heard. The man Domelvia flew into lost his clutch on the grass and began to roll away because of the wind. The impact sent Domelvia crashing into the ground, completely disoriented and lost. She continued to get blown by the wind, and was sent rolling across the plain. Whack, Whack, WHAM! Domelvia yelps as she slams into sharp rocks while in her rolling frenzy, and then suddenly there was nothing under her again.

CRASH.

Domelvia groans, the world was spinning, even though it felt like she wasn't moving anymore.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Domelvia opens one of her eyes and then the other, before slowly getting on her all fours. She saw the world twist in impossible ways before the whole thing tilts, and she collapses back into the ground.

Domelvia stared at the ground, it seemed to be stone... it was impossible to tell in this darkness. She must've been blown right into a cave. Oh what luck! If she hadn't...

Domelvia yelps, she had just been elbowed in the face. Domelvia rubs her face while looking around the crowded house, the old man had left...

"This guy, he says he knows sumtin' 'bout a temple near here. Said he'll feed us 'n house us fer a night or two, we just gotta help him move some boxes. You lot can thank me later, weren't fer me you'd be freezing in that dirty hole."

Ooh!~ The man that brought her to this house just spoke! Oh geez, she would had been in a tight spot if he hadn't ran right on past... yelling about some house to another cave, which was miraculously right across hers.

"Wait! Don't go!", she had yelled, as the group began to leave. They didn't hear her, so she stumbled after them, before sliding into the house, quite un-noticed.

Now here she was... in this weird old man's house...

"Me 'n the Mrs. don't get much company out here." He begins as he ladles fish soup from the cauldron. "We's kinda a way out, as ya can tell. It's peaceful out here, though. Plenny to hunt, though I ain't been huntin' for years, 'n plenny to fish too.... Blah Blah Blah. Blah Blah Blah blah blah...."

Domelvia tugs at her ear nervously, this old man REALLY loved to talk... Jeez.

[everblue2er101 906]

Kernith hadn't planned on leaving the safety of the cave. He couldn't, really, given that the tree was still blocking the entrance. Although soaked through and scared half to death, he felt at least a little safe. That was why he panicked so badly when the flames started. When looking back at the moment, he wasn't really sure how the fire started. Somehow, lightning must have hit the tree and ignited the core of it. That caused the underside of it, relatively dry, to catch. Soon, the whole thing was aflame. With a yelp, Kernith tried to escape, but the cave wasn't large enough. The other two in it with him also tried to do the same, and the trio was quickly smushed into the back wall. The heat of the flames grew, filling the cave with warmth and light, but so did the smoke. The light created by the fire was negated by the black cloud filling the air, making it difficult to breathe. Kernith had to make a decision, quickly. He ran at the tree, the flames growing ever hotter as he did. Reaching the enormous log, he tried to squeeze through the gap at the top. No good. The flames licked his feet, making him panic about catching fire and dying. He tried to back out, to reenter the cave, but he couldn't. He realized with horror that he had to keep moving or stay stuck. But when he tried to keep wiggling forward, he couldn't. There was a branch in a position that blocked his way. His mind seized up, and he could feel the flames growing even hotter.

Then, the whole tree began to shake. Kernith grasped a branch, trying to hold on, as the burning bottom started to give way. As the tree began to sink lower, the gap widened to the point where he could dodge the branch and crawl to freedom. As he stood up in the rain, he gasped for air and realized how close a call it had been. Then, with a sense of rising despair, he realized the other two were still in the cave.

He turned back to the gap, which was still growing. One of the other occupants was on her way out. Kernith could see that the man still inside was helping her, trying to give her a boost. Leaning down, he grabbed her arms and pulled. The young woman came through the hole, bloody and soaked, but alive. As she crawled through the mud, coughing, Kernith turned his attention back. The man inside was older and stepped out of the cave. The scribe recognized him now. Darnuth. They had chatted once, over a fire created at night. Now, Kernith reached down to help drag him from the collapsing tree and rising fire.

The three were now exposed to the full force of the elements once more. It was Darnuth who first saw the rest of the group, and ran to them. Kernith and the woman followed. From there, events continued to unfold...

[Αμφίονας 41]

Amfionas comes in with the rest of the group. The person closer to the bed takes a piece of cloth and so is he.

He listens to the begin of and starts examining the house. The group made it slightly difficult since there was no room to be able to move freely.

The old man's words were quite interesting. He did not make his story interesting like bards or people who like stimulating imagination and provoking questions since he liked talking about unnecessary details. He would not like his constant company but the facts he spoke of made him curious.

Thoughts begin to roam his head as he focuses on the old man and his story. He tries to ignore all the unnecessary words and information spoken by others and starts eating his soup like most.

After organizing his assumptions and evaluating his situation he became more curious of his "wife". The boxes contained something worth keeping but not needed to be used immediately.

"Mayhap materials for his wife's hobby of crafting." he thought. And what was her decease that kept her for moving around in the house?

"I wilt start moving the boxes."

He begins to pass the crowded group and heads up for the attic. What he really wanted though was to see what they were moving and the old man's wife. He could be too suspicious but he never liked not knowing what he was getting into. Secrets only stalled him and gave an advantage to his enemies.

[everblue2er101 906]

Kernith really, really wanted to look inside the boxes. It seemed too... surreal. Just a few minutes ago the group had been scattered, in the rain, nearly dying. Now this old man was providing refreshments and asking them to move things? Strange. Very strange.

Still, he too went into the attic and took a box. The old man seemed to need the help, and Kernith felt that there might still be benefits to helping him...

[Space 2335]

Aeran slowly made his way up the stairs, taking a single box and dragging it to the door. He opened his mouth to speak, to call someone to help him pick up the box, but before he could speak he realized that there was nobly that could help him. He picked it up, grunting with effort as he follows the mans directions.

[Space 2335]

OOC:

Bump invade anyone still wants this?