RP Log: Shambling Hydra

July 06, 2004

Shambling Hydra

The Common Room of The Dragon's Head Inn
What was once the Northern half of the common room of this Inn is now the main room, the Southern part now 'outside' and littered with debris. The inner room doesn't fare too much better, though a roof and four walls still protects it from the elements. The couches and chairs still are gathered about the fireplace, though looking considerably worse for wear. Gashes and stains of blood distributed across the fabric. The first step of the stair case is missing, though it is still traversable to lead up to the floors above. Several of the tapestries still remain on the wall, hanging oft times at a lopsided angle and only by one nail. A single solitary lantern hangs from the side of an upright post providing, along with the fire, the illumination for the room.
[ Exits: south up ]

A tall and tattooed man sits at a table close to the fire, idly drinking an ale and relaxing.

A groggy a flaxen-haired male seari descends the stairs with an unstable swaying gait, as if he'd been drinking for the past several days. He's naked from the waste up and a rough linen bandage covers his chest, two bright splotches of crimson colour creeping through.

A pale gentleman sits down upon the couch, glancing over his shoulder at the tables nearby the couch. His eyes are drawn to the source of the sound of steps on the stairs, staring at a flaxen-haired male seari for a moment, curiosity in his eyes. Finally, it gets the better of him: "Had a little trouble recently?"

A tall and tattooed man looks up the steps at the seari, he raises his mug and gives a little cheer, "Vendir! My good friend, I see you finally woke up. Ya lazy bum," he says happily.

A pale gentleman quirks an eyebrow at the seari, and can't help but smirk as he comments, "Just woke up eh? It looks like he woke up and someone decided to beat the crap out of him."

A tall and tattooed man chuckles, "Or vice versa. Oh, and Vendir, please keep the shirt. You've ruined it anyway," he says with a wink.

A freckled young woman slides her hand down the banister, skirts held in one hand to avoid tripping. She glances from one face to another, smiling softly at a flaxen-haired male seari. "So you've awaken."

A tall and tattooed man points a finger at the freckled young woman, "And there's the girl you should thank for being able to walk again so soon. If it weren't for her, I don't know if you'd be here, boy."

A flaxen-haired male seari nods at a pale gentleman a tight-lipped pained look on his face. He himself looking quite pale a weak but sarcastic voice responds "What tipped you off?" He passes him up to approach a tall and tattooed man saying "Yes, just. I feel like I've been thrashed by a demon." He lies a hand on his chest just below his wounds and still gives a wince.

A freckled young woman shakes her head and stops at the bottom of the stairs, a small hand laying on the last post. She looks upwards, then back to a tall and tattooed man, "I tell you, sir, that you've not me to thank."

A pale gentleman continues to lightly smirk, and chuckles to himself as he leans back against the couch, resting his bones. He yawns, mouth opening wide as he covers it with a hand. "Seems I always miss the interesting parts of life. Pity."

A tall and tattooed man nods his head, "You looked it when you stumbled in here, my friend. Baldy, bring a glass of wine for my good friend. Drinking wine makes the body build more blood, I hear, and you could certainly use it." He hands the bald man a few coins in exchange for a glass which is set in front of the flaxen-haired seari.

A flaxen-haired male seari Bowing his head slightly toward the direction of a freckled young woman, hands clasped together in a prayer like faction. "Whatever you did, I thank you." His startled looking doe-eyes glance to the floor for a moment before returning to her face. "I was having terrible nightmares, you see. And I felt them leave when that glow came into me. You've done me a greater service then any man...uhh.. *rubs the back of his neck* woman has done for me before."

With slightly wobbling knees a flaxen-haired male seari walks towards the bar, and sits down, taking the glass filled with an opaque white wine and sips from it slowly.

A freckled young woman "It was Ylessa's light, I only was a medium to give it to you." She crosses to a flaxen-haired male seari, her smile bright. "Though, I wouldn't drink too much wine. You lost plenty of blood, and it'll make you easy to become foolish," she glances at the glass with disdain.

A pale gentleman cocks his head to the side slightly as he listens to the flaxen-haired male seari's words, and he can't help but chuckle a little bit as he shakes his head. He slides his backpack off, rubbing the shoulder that was carrying most of the weight.

A tall and tattooed man scoffs at the remark, "Drink up my friend, old Than will keep an eye on you."

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman enters through the doorway quietly. She lifts her hands to remove the hood from over her face, the material falling heavily with moisture to her back. With a small smile on her face, she glances quietly around the room before moving farther.

A flaxen-haired male seari's head lowers in embarrassment. "Yes I've been known to drink too much, and foolish is certainly the word for intoxication." He offers, going on to say "And thanks to Than, I'm sure he did all he could to help. My only true friend in all of Aagos." He takes another small sip of the wine despite the encouragements of a tall and tattooed man.

A tall and tattooed man chuckles and raises his mug to the flaxen-haired seari in acknowledgement.

A pale gentleman slides his backpack off the couch cushion, onto the ground and dragging it so it rests in front of him, between his legs. He leans back into the couch once again and crosses his arms beneath his chest, eyes half-closed as he stares ahead at an upward angle, head tilted back to rest upon the cushion as well.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman lifts her right hand up to her forehead, brushing a few damp bits of hair from her eyes in an attempt to make them stay behind her ear. As she lowers her hand she brushes her fingers lightly over her horn, uncovering it from a bit of hair. Having done so, and with a seemingly content expression, a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman makes her way across the room in the direction of the bar.

A flaxen-haired male seari "You've got to forgive me however, I was barely coherent when I came in and I forget all after my collapse. What happened?" He says, his face looking dark and staring into the floorboards as he speaks, giving quick nervous glances to a stained spot on the floor at the threshold of the inn entrance.

Tapping a boot lightly on the ground, a pale gentleman idly listens as best as he can to the conversations around him, head turning this way and that whenever he catches little snippets of conversation that interest him.

Approaching the bar, a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman raises her hands to swiftly untie the cords holding her cloak about her neck. She allows it to slide gently into one of her arms and turns to lean with her left elbow against the bar as she murmurs some thing quietly to a burly man with a shiny, bald head.

A tall and tattooed man turns to look towards the seari and speaks lowly, casting his deep voice in his direction to reach his ears but not tell the tale to the entire inn, "Woulda stitched you up, but there weren't no thread to be had. Me and Anya did all we could to comfort you and clean ya up but I'm no healer and neither was she. You should know that the crazy Tyen tried a healing spell on you, he did his best, but it weren't no good..." he raises his mug to take a long drink.

A freckled young woman blinks at a tall and tattooed man's words. She steps forward, "I should like to call myself a healer."

A tall and tattooed man blinks. "Sorry my lady, I meant another girl, my deepest apologies. You are a great healer indeed."

A flaxen-haired male seari gives a slow solemn nod to a tall and tattooed man in response pausing for a moment before a scowl creeps onto his face and beings to say "Its a wonder he didn't attempt to strike me down while I was weak, for all the hate he speaks about my kind." He goes to tap the pommel of his rapier seems startled by the fact it isn't there.

You say, 'Too much ale... hehe'

A pale gentleman perks up in interest, turning his head as he catches a few words that interest him. He nods slowly as he listens to a few townsfolk talk at a table that's a bit away from the bar, and he smirks lightly as he leans to the side against the arm of the couch.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman fingers the glass in her hand lightly. She rotates it once and watches the contents swirl and then settle before lifting it to drink for the first time.

"Before too long, that spiteful seari Zarika Mao came along, and wouldn't lift a finger to help ya. Thought we should put you out of your misery. She suggested the hospital but I don't have my bearings here yet, there was no way I was gonna lift you up on my shoulder and carry you around Telantha looking for the hospital in your condition. Lucky for you that Anya came along when she did. Your wounds just kinda closed up and you started smiling and sleepin'' like a baby," he laughs softly and takes another drink of his ale.

A flaxen-haired male seari says, 'Again, my lady...Anya was it. I thank you. I owe you much.'

A freckled young woman shakes her head and brushes her hair back from her face. "Zarika claims me as her cousin, and I claim her as my friend. Do not speak ill of her. All of us have wounds to be healed. Unfortunately, hers run deeper than the flesh." Her eyes turn a bright green, staring at a tall and tattooed man. "You've had your moments of cruelty, for that I'm sure. We all have."

A hand comes up to lightly scratch at a smooth cheek, and a pale gentleman yawns again, losing interest in the words of the townsfolk that he was straining to listen to. He yawns again and stretches in place, accidentally knocking over his backpack. He widens his eyes, quickly leaning forward and straightening it up. "Crap..." He opens his backpack, mumbling to himself as he looks through its contents.

"Well, my apologies Anya, but I'll not forget the way she acted as my friend Vendir lay not 10 steps from here bleeding the life out of himself. I put ya in my bed after the healin'' were done. Baldy says he's chagrin' me for the ruined sheets, and don't you think I'm gonna be payin' that!" a tall and tattooed man says gruffly but with a smile in his eyes.

A freckled young woman shakes her head. "I'll pay it, if you plan on bothering Zarika for the money. She's enough heartbreak now." She turns to a flaxen-haired male seari, "Tell me that you'll not fight whatever creature caused such damage again?"

A flaxen-haired male seari shakes his head at a tall and tattooed man saying "Its ok, I'd not expect anything less from her." Gives a once, twice, nod of the head before responding to a freckled young woman in a grave tone. "Tis wise of you to say such. We all have our demons. Although mine and Zarika Mao's demons seem to like to clash."

A tall and tattooed man shakes his head. "I wouldn't take a coin of Zarika's to save my life, the way things stand now."

A pale gentleman peers about suspiciously as he repacks his backpack, pulling out a bag and a bottle filled with a strange yellow liquid. He grumbles as he places them back in his pack, rearranging them and closing it up. He presses his legs inward a little more firmly, acting like a clamp so that it won't move again so easily. He sighs and leans into the back of the couch again.

A flaxen-haired male seari flexes his sword hand saying "Now, I feel much stronger now...Thanks to the wine." He stands on slightly stronger legs, a serious look in his face as he does so. "I must depart, now. There is an item of great value to me that I've lost and must retrieve. I thank you both, Anya, Than and bid you farewell."

A tall and tattooed man looks at the flaxen-haired seari sternly, "Hold on there, where do you plan on going like that?"

A flaxen-haired male seari Gives a defiant look at a tall and tattooed man. "I'm going where I must."

A pale gentleman glances over his shoulder at the flaxen-haired seari, an eyebrow slightly raised as he stares at him for a moment. He hmmmms to himself, leaning forward and looking back down at his backpack. He grasps the straps for it and stands, lifting it and slinging it over his shoulder with a light grunt.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman shifts her weight to her left foot and turns back again to face a burly man with a shiny, bald head, her brow furrowed a little in thought.

"You shouldn't go out so soon. Those wounds are quick to reopen." a freckled young woman warns. "If it is raining, you're more likely to catch a cold. Your body is stressed and exhausted, though you might feel renewed passion at the thought of regaining your items."

A tall and tattooed man scoffs and pushes back on his chair, placing his hands on his knees and groaning as he rises to his feet, "Not alone, you aren't."

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman shakes her head and turns her attention instead to her backpack. Rummaging through it for a brief moment, she withdraws a couple rolls.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman leans back against the bar, setting her wine to the side as she munches quietly on the bread. Her eyes remain casually watching those in the room as she appears to be relaxed and rather content.

A tall dark-headed man walks down the stairs, his booted feet lightly thudding with each step taken upon the wooden planks. Upon making his descent, he pauses, eyeing the large crowd over a few times. He then makes his way towards the bar, gliding quietly through the crowd of people.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman looks over from her place against the bar in the direction of a tall dark-headed man. She nods once in a small greeting before turning her attention again to the bread in her hand.

A freckled young woman glances towards a tall dark-headed man and gives a smile. She smoothes her skirts, then directs her words back to a flaxen-haired male seari. "If you must, take your companion with you. But do not overstress yourself, or you'll find yourself under my hands once again, and the Lady might not be as willing to help a fool."

A flaxen-haired male seari gives a pale gentleman a suspicious look before turning his attention to a freckled young woman then says. "This item is my life. If it isn't recovered soon it may be stolen. I don't care how weak I am, as long as I am conscious and don't have it at my side I am without life." A steely gaze sets into his grey eyes as he takes a step forward.

A tall dark-headed man looks up upon his arrival at the bar, a faint smile coming across his bearded face. He nods his head, politely in return, a somewhat melancholy demeanour is present upon his very being.

A flaxen-haired male seari says, 'If it comes to that my Lady Anya, then so be it. And I thank you in advance in case I am laid out again.'

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman turns her eyes in the direction of a flaxen-haired male seari, seemingly following the conversation though she offers no comment of her own.

A bit of humour returning to him a flaxen-haired male seari gives a freckled young woman a smirk.

A pale gentleman sighs lightly, as with a hint of irritation, as he steps away from the couch, towards the flaxen-haired male seari and the others around him. "Seems like you may a little... assistance, yes?" He smiles lightly at the group, and his hands clasp each other for a moment, squeezing before releasing.

A tall and tattooed man stretches his arms up into the air, a tiny groan escaping him. He places his hands on either side of his head and give a quick jerk to the left, then the right, each sharp movement producing an audible cracking sound. "I guess it's gonna be dangerous wherever we're going eh? I better run upstairs and get somethin'' first then. I'll be right back." He pauses and eyes the pale gentleman, then turns and looks to the flaxen-haired seari and waits for a response.

A flaxen-haired male seari raises an eyebrow at a pale gentleman looking him up and down briefly. "How could you assist US? Where we are going there is almost sure chance of battle." He gives a devilish smirk. "I could use a weapon, however, if you have one I could borrow."

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman shifts her weight again to her right foot, her head turning in the direction of the southern door as she seems to focus on something beyond it without any noticeable change of expression.

A flaxen-haired male seari glances at a tall and tattooed man giving a curt nod in response. "Very well, but hurry. The longer we wait..." His voice trails off.

A tall and tattooed man nods in understanding and continues towards the stairs, trotting up them quickly.

A tall and tattooed man goes to his room and retrieves his halberd, which he tucks under his trench coat as best he can, as little as possible sticking out at the bottom.

A tall and tattooed man returns with a curious bulge under his trench coat. He stands by the doorway with the bulge facing away from the crowd as much as possible. "Did ya find that vial I left by the bed for ya? I think it might help to return your strength. I've got another that our friend left for you if you need it," he says to Vendir.

A tall and tattooed man watches the guard go upstairs nervously. "We uh, better be going, soon."

A tall dark-headed man sits down on a barstool, propping his elbows up on the counter, then rests his chin in the palms of his hands, his eyes idly scanning the wall in front of him.

Raises a hand to his chin to stroke a tidy goatee, a flaxen-haired male seari pauses for a moment before nodding once, saying to a pale gentleman. "Very well. I accept your offer. And I thank you." He indicates a tall and tattooed man with his sword hand, pointing while saying "This is my friend Than, and I am Vendir. What shall we call you?"

A tall and tattooed man eyes the pale gentleman with distrust.

A flaxen-haired male seari shakes his head. "The vial is gone."

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman rolls her shoulders back in a small stretch as she turns back to the bar to retrieve her wine glass. Though her back is turned to most present, she maintains the impression of one listening to those behind her.

Without warning a sudden thunderous raw rips through the common room from the south, the vibrations enough to rattle several bottles from the shelf behind the bar. Moments later the sound of falling roof-tiles hitting the street can be heard through the southern exit.

A flaxen-haired male seari says, 'Demons blood!'

A pale gentleman nods slowly to the tall and tattooed man, returning the suspicion stare with a glare. "A pleasure. Really." he says quietly and coldly. He looks back to the flaxen-haired male seari with a slight, faint smile. "Mordrid. That will do." He blinks as his head quickly turns and stares southward, at attention now.

"What in the name of Cymur!" a tall and tattooed man exclaims.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman raises her head abruptly, her eyes again turning southward. She lowers her glass until it rests upon the bartop, once again unattended.

A tall and tattooed man Hurries towards the southern side of the common room. "I'm gonna see what that was about."

A flaxen-haired male seari, being weak at the knees to begin with is jolted enough by the rumble to be thrown to one knee. "What in the darkness is going on here!?" He pulls himself back onto two feet by anchoring himself on the forearm of a tall and tattooed man.

A freckled young woman jumps at the commotion. Her hands clutch her cloak, her face paste white. her mouth murmuring prayers to her goddess for protection.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman pushes herself back fully upon both feet, lifting her cloak once more to fasten it about her shoulders.

A flaxen-haired male seari stops short at the doorway, seeing a tall and tattooed man return. "What is it!"

A pale gentleman raises an arm above his head, expecting something to fall upon his head. "Huh... I as well. Seems that the lightning likes to strike the ground these days, eh?" He gives the flaxen-haired man male seari an ironic smirk.

The distinct smell of ozone was heavy in the air as you left the inn, it tickles your nose and lingers even now.

A tall and tattooed man returns looking puzzled, "The smell of ozone, smells like lightning, just like our friend Mordrid suggested"

A tall and tattooed man scratches his head, "A sign from the gods?"

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman turns her attention as well toward a tall and tattooed man, pausing in her movements briefly. She watches him intently, her eyes giving the impression of intense curiosity though the rest of her face remains rather complacent.

A flaxen-haired male seari not having considered lightning looks a little red in the face. "Y...yes, I'm a bit jumpy is all. For a moment I thought we'd been invaded."

A pale gentleman laughs quietly, "Could be... could be a bad sign, could be good as well." He shrugs his shoulders lightly, "But I'm not one for knowing... such things. Perhaps we have, Vendir." He gives him a side-long glance. "Perhaps we've been invaded by lightning!"

"The simple answer is rarely the correct one," a freckled young woman whispers, glancing towards a pale gentleman. "I should put off your quest for your item," she says, looking at a flaxen-haired male seari.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman shrugs her shoulders gently and turns again to the bar, retrieving her wineglass once more. She makes no move to remove her cloak again, though leans most of her weight casually on her left foot as she remains standing by the bar.

A tall and tattooed man looks again to Vendir, a sincere look in his eyes. Speaking softly to the flaxen-haired seari, he says, "I know that blade is important to you boy, its up to you whether we go now or not, I'm with ya either way."

A flaxen-haired male seari absently flexes his sword hand. "Enough jesting. Than and I are going. Are you with us or not?"

A pale gentleman chuckles lightly, "Hmm hmm... but there's no need to complicate matters. That's the problem with the mind: it makes things... more complicated than they need be at times." His eyes keep peering southward, however, towards the direction of the thunderous boom. "It seems... interesting enough. Where did you lose it at?"

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman fingers the small roll in her hand before moving to eat it.

"Honestly I'm not sure. I have only brief memories of the incident." a flaxen-haired male seari begins to make his way towards the southern exit. "Where the bats are." He looks back at a freckled young woman for a moment before stepping over the threshold.

A tall dark-headed man turns around in his seat, looking over the room, his eyes narrowing slightly as they focus. His gaze stops on the fireplace, he stares emptily into the dancing flames which illuminate his mis-matched eyes.

A pale gentleman lightly scratches his chin as he slides his backpack off of his shoulder, holding it up with one arm as he opens it and rummages through it for something. "Hmmm... where the bats are? Could be down in the sewers, I remember seeing a few bats here and there when I, err, stumbled upon it."

A flaxen-haired male seari says, 'To the sewers then.'

A flaxen-haired male seari leaves south.
You follow a flaxen-haired male seari.

A Short Path
This short path barely extends more than a dozen feet in either the South or North direction before hitting the Temple Street to the South, or the City Square to the North. Two large willow like trees have been planted on either side of the street, providing it with a good amount of shade, and during the autumn months, the yellow and brown leaves pile up amongst the roots of the trees and the side of the cobbled path. Two wooden benches with wrought iron arm rests sit beneath each of the trees. The thick branches of the trees above providing shelter from drizzling rain and light wind, but not the harsher weather of the winter months.
[ Exits: north south (down) ]

Having travelled far enough from the inn, a tall and tattooed man looks to Vendir, "Got a blade, Vendir? I've got a fine short sword you can borrow if you need it."

The sun reaches it's highest point in the sky.

A pale gentleman glances over at the tall and tattooed man, then over at the flaxen-haired male seari. "Perchance could you two wait here for me for a moment? There is something I wish to take care of really quick before I go down there."

A flaxen-haired male seari says, 'No. I don't have a weapon. But I am most skilled with a rapier.'

A pale gentleman nods slowly to the two before he heads down the street, muttering to himself as he arches his back, a few pops faintly heard.

Boots plodding on the ground as he walks, a pale gentleman is seen walking back towards the flaxen-haired male seari and the tall and tattooed man, readjusting his backpack so it rests upon his shoulder more comfortably. "Ah, so you two waited for me: good. Excellent."

A tall and tattooed man nods quietly, keeping his eyes on the pale gentleman.

A flaxen-haired male seari Nods at a pale gentleman in greeting. "What sort of weapon can you lend me?"

A pale gentleman quirks an eyebrow at the flaxen-haired male seari. "Weapon? I only carry a dagger, myself. I'm not one for using a sword or some polearm." He smiles very faintly as he scratches a smooth cheek with his fingers.

A flaxen-haired male seari frowns. "A dagger does well enough."

A tall and tattooed man draws a beautiful steel short sword from under his coat, the blade sparkling where the sun touches it between the shadows of the willow trees. "I think this'll be of some use to you then, Vendir," he says, holding out the blade in both hands.

A flaxen-haired male seari nods solemnly.

A pale gentleman nods in agreement to the tall and tattooed man, "Yes, that would suit you much better, surely." He turns towards the grate that blocks entrance to the sewers down below, rubbing his hands together and clasping them.

Coming up behind a pale gentleman a flaxen-haired male seari pushes past, he grasps the handle of a creaking iron-hinged door and pulls it open slowly. He then descends into the torch light created shadows, brandishing his weapon outright in front.

A flaxen-haired male seari opens the grill.
A flaxen-haired male seari leaves down.
A pale gentleman leaves down.
You follow a flaxen-haired male seari.

The Sewers

The floor slopes inward towards a trough that has been constructed in the middle of the room. The trough is filled with a murky foul smelling water that is flowing slowly to the south. The floor, walls, and ceiling are all made of the same cut stone. The walls have a slight slope to them as the taper into the ceiling forming an arch that supports the weight of the city upon it. To the north the tunnel bends making it nearly impossible to see what lies ahead. The darkness that lurks about the tunnels seems to control the south.
[ Exits: north up ]

A small engraved key lies here.
A large, tanned leather backpack is here.
A black leather jacket lies on the ground.
A leather sheath dyed a charcoal grey lies here.
A pile of rocks and rubble block one of the passages here.
The corpse of Vendir is lying here.

A small, dirty black rat scampers about here.
A colossal lizard with a set of spines down it's back stands here.

Your armour deflects some of a colossal lizard's attack but sustains damage.

A tall and tattooed man immediately throws back his trench coat to reveal a huge halberd of whitened steel which he wields with excellent skill.

A flaxen-haired male seari gives the last deadly blow to the colossal lizard with Than's short sword, it is a grievous wound to its head that topples the creature instantly, the cracked skull of the beast now leaking a visceral bloody gore.

A tall and tattooed man looks around at the scattered equipment. "This looks like your stuff, Vendir."

A tall and tattooed man looks relieves that there's no need to venture further into the dark, dank sewers.

A flaxen-haired male seari Nods idly, caring about no thing but his lost rapier. He approaches a corpse, although largely decayed still resembles himself. He peers down on the remains of his body two large raking wounds in its chest and a pool of now dried, caked blood beneath.

The scene laid out behind the slain creature is one of chaos. Blood and lumps of flesh litter the ground around several corpses, however there is a certain order to certain elements of the disarray. Specifically, some items have been removed from the corpse of the flaxen-haired male, moved in such a way that suggests a search - some items discarded, a backpack left open, it's contents slowly spilling onto the ground.

A pale gentleman nods slowly at the pieces of equipment strewn about on the ground, "Yes, it does look like that a great deal is all here." He peers northward down the dark corridor, interest in his eyes as he lightly rubs his chin in thought.

Suddenly a flaxen-haired male seari begins to breathe heavily as he stares into his own dead face. His chest heaves and his hands wrench up to his head to grasp each of his temples. An immensely pained face that mimics the one he must've made as the horror of death set in. He drops to his knees before the backpack, and bellows a scream that vibrates into the darkness.

A tall and tattooed man frowns in the gloom of the sewers. He rests his tall halberd on the ground, the weapon standing nearly equal to his own massive height. "Do you see your rapier, Vendir?" he asks in his deep voice that carries in the sewers despite the softness of his tone.

As if answering the cry, or perhaps disturbed by it, a distant but immediate and powerful roar echoes back along the corridors.

A pale gentleman glances down at the mess of a corpse, frowning a little bit at the sight before turning his head away. He keeps staring down the dark passage northward. "... It seems that we have some company." He takes a few steps back, the arm that has the dagger in hand retracted and ready to thrust forward. "Some large company, by the sounds of it."

A tall and tattooed man hefts his huge halberd in his hands and stares into the darkness looking extremely alarmed. "What the hell?"

A tall and tattooed man looks to Vendir questioningly, "Did you run into that last time you were here?"

Again, closer, a roar of such ominous power that the ground vibrates subtly as if shivering in fright. A crash echoes from the distance, and another followed by a long scraping rasp, as if some giant mass were entirely filling one of the corridors as it moved along it - brushing hard against the slick, stone walls.

A flaxen-haired male seari snaps out of his trance, his lungs working hard to regain focus. He turns round to look at a tall and tattooed man and a pale gentleman, a blasted look on his red face. He manages to pant out a few words, attempting to explain to them what happened. "I saw, my death." Realizing that most sound like madness to the two, he waves it away and turns his attention to the roar moving closer.

A flaxen-haired male seari says, 'Make ready!'

A tall and tattooed man swallows past a lump in his throat and stares into the darkness, "I fear no man with a halberd in my hand, but perhaps it would be smarter to flee, my friends? I stand by you either way but choose soon before the choice is made force!"

A flaxen-haired male seari reaches his hand into this backpack to procure his weapon.

A pale gentleman backs up a little further, feet splashing in the water as he gets a little behind the flaxen-haired male seari and the tall and tattooed man, "Make ready, but don't be foolish, make a break for it if needs be, eh?" He lowers his dagger and haphazardly tosses it into his backpack, raising his hands and clenching them, a knuckle popping silently.

A dark, stormy look passes over the face of a tall and tattooed man to match the darkness outside. "Be ready then, when you strike, strike like the lightning and then get out of its way. Vendir, you're quick so keep it distracted, that rapier may not pierce its hide if its as big as it sounds."

Something moves through the darkness, another lizard - huge, dwarfing the previous one. It scurries rapidly toward the group, it's huge belly dragging on the ground. However something in its movement is queer, and then it dawns that this colossal behemoth is not charging to attack, but fleeing itself. Too slowly, though. Another movement, this time fast, a silhouette painted against a shadow strikes from around the corner - a limb, or so it seems, reaching out to grasp the lizard's tail. It releases a shriek before being pulled with such impossible force backward that a few scraps of flesh almost follow in the vacuum of it's wake. The hideous roar that follows is only punctuated as copious amounts of blood and gore are sprayed from the gloom, coating the walls of the passage to the agonised music of the lizards mortal cries.

A pale gentleman widens at the sight as the gigantic lizard is pulled back into the darkness, hands coming up to cover his ears at the shrieks and cries coming from the massive creature. He doesn't say anything for a long moment, staring at the gore that is splattered upon the walls of the passage. Finally, he says quietly, "I think we should go." With that, his footsteps are heard splashing in the water as he heads briskly towards the ladder.

Nodding at a tall and tattooed man a flaxen-haired male seari moves into an elegant hawk-like stance, blade arm stretched out before him, other hand, open palmed and stretched out behind him. His legs are widely stanced and he faces the direction of the threat in with a sideways position. A dark jaw-clenched look on his face.

A tall and tattooed man gasps sharply and takes several quick steps backwards, nearly tripping over one of the corpses from the earlier battle. "Gods preserve us... Cymur be with us I implore you.." he stammers under his breath. "Well men, this will either be a tale for the inn when we get back, or.." he cuts off, his meaning surely taken.

A flaxen-haired male seari says, 'Quiet! Make ready for our enemy!'

Silence follows, as if the shadows were muting any sound beyond a few feet in front of the group. The absolute lack of sound, even bats, singing, is utterly unnerving, and then finally - as if it had paused for dramatic affect, a long, shuddering hiss is issued from the darkness, and something begins to approach out of the gloom.

A tall and tattooed man hears the pale gentleman flee and growls despite being in complete agreement with him. He holds his halberd out in front of him and plants his feet firmly into the ground preparing for whatever comes next.

A large, many-headed creature arrives from the north.

What appears to be a serpents body runs through the core of this mass, from it's tail to it's multiple heads it appears to measure in the realms of three meters, though the girth of the middle section causes it to appear more like a giant leech than a snake. The central body is scaled, though the scales are coloured a fleshy, off-pink tone. The multitude of awkward limbs which function as legs for this creature are of the same colour, though touched by cancerous blotches and in places a foul decayed appearance; It is clear that these limbs were not originally part of the creatures body- but where this tangled mass of scavenged body-parts make contact the flesh seems to have fused and the creature seems to have some control over the movements of its many limbs- be they hands, feet, or even in some cases entire twisted torsos.

But surprisingly one of the most disturbing features of this creatures body are it's heads; Human, Tir, Tyen and an array of horrific merged variations of the three- all the same fleshy off-pink colour, each supported by thin, elongated serpentine necks; though unlike the limbs it appears these heads are indeed original parts of the creatures body- the stark white hair growing from the crown of each flowing a short way along the scaly neck to create a main of hair, though much of it is clumped together by blood and other liquids- likely acquired while the heads are busy feeding off its pray.

A tall and tattooed man gasps sharply, looking at the creature in awe, recovering he says softly "Well, well, well. So you're the one that's been making all that noise?" He checks his companion with a quick sidelong glance, "Vendir..." he says, drawing out the name, "you take me to the nicest places."

A flaxen-haired male seari, stands, stoned in place. He drops out of his stance and stares at the immense beast before him, his weapon hand hangs limp, and he responds to a tall and tattooed man by saying in a quiet tone. "I think it be best we flee now."

A pale gentleman stares at the large, many-headed creature for a moment, and hisses himself, a few feet from the ladder as his arms reach out half-way, wiggling his fingers. "Hmmm. I expected something worse... but the mind does tend to complicate things further. But... best to be careful, no need to be foolish.. hmm... if I..." He talks with himself quietly for a few more moments, eyes locked onto the vision of horror, eyes a little wide as his mind makes calculations.

Being closest to the beast a flaxen-haired male seari back peddles slowly, watching for a response in the beast. "You are a gifted man if you can envision worse!" He calls out to a pale gentleman, slowly picking up the pace toward the ladder but keep his eyes and sword in front of him.

A large, many-headed creature half slithers, half saunters on its decayed limbs toward the group. Each of it's four heads weaving, dancing amongst each other, each hissing, forked tongues slick with dark blood slithering between their lips. It's slow advance bringing it only feet away from striking distance of a flaxen-haired male seari.

A tall and tattooed man shakes his head, "Vendir, we can't leave it here beneath Telantha, who knows what trouble it could cause? What other demons it might draw by its very presence here?" Athanasios begins slowly circling to the left side of the beast, raising his halberd in front of him, every muscle tensed and ready for action.

A large, many-headed creature shambles closer, it's heads almost smirking as they hiss. As it draws it's huge body between the apparently immobile prey, two heads focus on each a flaxen-haired male seari and a tall and tattooed man. Coiling back with a suddenness that belies it's massive strength, they dart out and strike.

A pale gentleman finishes doing some mental calculations inside of his head, calling out, "Gentlemen... perhaps we should get help? This thing is restrained to the sewers, and if we immediate get some others... then we'll be able to hunt this thing down and kill it before next dawn." He doesn't wait for an answer, already starting to climb up the ladder to leave.

Hearing the words of a tall and tattooed man a flaxen-haired male seari gets a defiant look and says, "Yes your right, We can't allow this monster to enter the city!"

A large, many-headed creature bites your body very hard.
Your armour deflects some of a large, many-headed creature's attack but sustains damage.
A large, many-headed creature bites your body with formidable strength. Blood splatters over you.
A large, many-headed creature bites a flaxen-haired male seari's body with formidable strength. Blood splatters over them both.

A flaxen-haired male seari takes up a fine looking rapier whispering. "Odai, protect me." The creature's attacks then descend upon him, two powerful many-teethed maws rip at his body the impact of the blows sending him sprawling to the ground and leave huge bleeding and debilitating wounds.

A tall and tattooed man takes the first strike heroically, shaking off the bite and looking for an opening to swing his mighty halberd. The second bite, however, goes cleanly through his leggings and blood begins pouring through the gruesome wound in his left leg.

A large, many-headed creature draws its heads back, blood dribbling grotesquely from it's tooth filled maws. It's tongues snaking out to capture every drop as its constant droning hiss continues, the lips spread out into a collection of vile, wicked grins as it contemplates the affect of its attack.

A pulsing, brilliant, blue glow emanates from a flaxen-haired male seari's backpack.

A tall and tattooed man is momentarily distracted by the glow, as the creature withdraws he turns to Vendir and yells out over the awful noise of the beast, "W-What's that? Vendir, you should run, I'll hold it off as best I can."

A flaxen-haired male seari struggles to stand, firm grip still on the rapier. His fiery eyes stare at the curse before him and he calls to a tall and tattooed man "Are you alive!?" The blue light pulsates and enlightens all of the shadows in the room. He nods to a tall and tattooed man in response. "Agreed, I'll be there to help you up!"

A large, many-headed creature seems similarly distracted by the glow, it's serpentine eyes squinting as if unaccustomed, or perhaps pained by the luminance of the backpack. Its hissing growing angry, and frustrated. It's heads almost move to shield one another's gaze, all save one, which lashes out without warning - aiming to bite a flaxen-haired male seari's sword arm.

A large, many-headed creature bites a flaxen-haired male seari's arms very firmly.

A pale gentleman arrives from above.
A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman arrives from above.

A tall and tattooed man takes the opportunity to strike at the exposed, undefended head.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman drops down from the small opening above. Landing gracefully, she slides back in the direction of the wall, her eyes wide as they observe all before her in utmost detail.

A pale gentleman stares at a large, many-headed creature and utters the words, 'acid burst'.

a large, many-headed creature swiftly dodges your attack, leaving you off balance!

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman shrugs her shoulders almost carelessly and lunges into the midst of it.

Jumping from her kneeling position, a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman grips her dagger tightly as she goes for a lower part of an abnormally large rat, her eyes narrowed in determination.

A tall and tattooed man turns to the slender Tyen with startled amazement, "To hell with the rat! Worry about the demon, woman!"

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman barely scratches a large, many-headed creature's legs as she stabs it.
A flaxen-haired male seari is hit with another devastating attack he's sent to his back and the crystal is knocked loose from the backpack, it is sent sliding across the stone floor and comes to rest next to the foot of a tall and tattooed man. "The crystal Than! He groans, stands, and moves towards the exit gesturing to a pale gentleman and a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman to move back up the ladder.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman tries to move off to the side as she looks back at a large, many-headed creature, a frown forming on her face as she looks at a flaxen-haired male seari. She glances next up at the exit as if in debate.

A tall dark-headed man arrives from above.

A tall dark-headed man lands at the bottom of the ladder, steel sword drawn and in hand, he looks the scene over once, then immediately heads towards the crowd, rearing his sword back.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman rocks back on her heels, her eyes turning back to a large, many-headed creature. She glances between it and a tall dark-headed man briefly.

A tall and tattooed man watches the crystal slide across the ground and is encouraged by his downed companion's words, he ducks into a roll and grabs the crystal, then comes up again hold the shining jewel in front of him like a shield.

A large, many-headed creature releases a ferocious cacophony of hisses and snarls as more people arrive from above, the open grate casting a stark beam of light down into the gloom - it retreats, a fraction, it's massive bulk faltering as a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman slashes at one of the supporting limbs. However, rather than fall, it simply snaps three of it's heads out, bracing it's weight against the walls, leaving one to retaliate against the woman.

His blade drawn back, a tall dark-headed man charges towards the large creature, swinging his blade violently, aiming for the middle of its body.

A large, many-headed creature OBLITERATES a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman's arms with its deadly bite!!

A tall dark-headed man slashes an abnormally large rat's body firmly.
An abnormally large rat bites a tall dark-headed man's body firmly.
A tall dark-headed man slashes an abnormally large rat's body firmly.
An abnormally large rat bites a tall dark-headed man's head very hard.
A tall dark-headed man slashes an abnormally large rat's body firmly.

Falls violently back away from a large, many-headed creature, her face contorted in a painful expression . Struggling to her feet, a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman tries to back further away, her eyes remaining fixedly on a large, many-headed creature.

Finding strength enough to attack a flaxen-haired male seari rushes close to the creature. He stops in mid-dash rears up on one leg in a swan-looking stance, sword arm is pulled into his chest and the other is up to balance himself. He then completes the technique by thrusting upward at the right-most head.

A large, many-headed creature swiftly dodges a flaxen-haired male seari's attack, leaving his off balance.

With his polearm in one hand and the brilliant, pulsating crystal held above his head in the other, a tall and tattooed man advances slowly on the creature till its just within range of his long halberd. With a furious battle cry, he swings the halberd towards the monster's mid-section.

You impale a large, many-headed creature's body with formidable strength. Blood splatters over you.

A crimson-haired human arrives from above.

A pale gentleman growls in frustration, backing up slowly as he gestures with his hands, mumbling softly, "Let this creature realize the weight of the world, and feel that weight grow upon his shoulders and weaken its frail body..." He finishes the spell, pointing a finger at a large, many-headed creature.

A pale gentleman stares at a large, many-headed creature and utters the words, 'atrophy'.

Blood, a deep red, almost black, spurts from the creatures multiple wounds, coating wall, floor, and enemy alike in its thick, sticky form - a scent reminiscent of rotting fruit filling the air.

Coming in close once more, a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman grips her dagger tightly by the hilt, in a stabbing position, as she moves first to the side. Watching the creature through narrowed eyes, she cuts again to the right. Coming around, she leaps forward off the balls of her feet as she aims for its middle section.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman just manages to stabs a large, many-headed creature's body.

A tall dark-headed man raises his blade, rearing back for a strike, then lunges forward, sending the blade jabbing for a large, many-headed creature's middle section, focusing the lot of his strength into the blow.
A tall dark-headed man barely scratches a large, many-headed creature's body as he slashes it.

A crimson-haired human drops down the manhole, blade already drawn and a scowl on his face. "Bloody dark spawn, Ah'll send yah back from whence yah came!" He charges through whomever may stand in his way to getting towards the beast, but doesn't attempt to mess up their current attacks. He lunges straight at the body of the creature, attempting to stick his blade as deep in it as possible.

A crimson-haired human pierces a large, many-headed creature's body very firmly.
A large, many-headed creature is stunned, but will probably regain consciousness again.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman looks at a large, many-headed creature.

It's free head rearing back, already preparing to strike at a tall dark-headed man, distracted thus it doesn't notice the sudden appearance of the latest combatant, and by the time it does - it's belly has been cleanly opened by the man's slice. A tide of mushy organs, intestines, half digested corpses and all manner of gore and filth are ejected from the core of the beast by the pressure of it's taught hide .. The entire mess flooding over and knocking a crimson-haired human to the ground before the remainder of the creatures mass topples to one side, almost pinning a slender, dark-skinned Tyen beneath one of it's thick necks as its slayer is now pinned beneath a steaming pile of organs and blood.

Its head's twitching, the huge creature appears to suffer as it awaits the final blow.

A flaxen-haired male seari limps toward the creature holding a massive wound at his side. Torchlight glints off his weapon as he approaches it. He stands before and takes a clean swipe at the creature's remaining head eviscerating the existence of this curse from the realm of Aagos.

A large, many-headed creature swiftly dodges a flaxen-haired male seari's attack, leaving his off balance.
A flaxen-haired male seari OBLITERATES a large, many-headed creature's head with his deadly pierce!!
A large, many-headed creature is dead!.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman mutters distastefully as she works her way out from underneath one of the large necks. Shaking herself completely free, she shakes both her arms to the side in a gesture of disgust.

A pale gentleman sighs in relief as the creature is finally slain, letting his arms fall down to his sides. He steps closer to the slain monster, eyes squinting a little bit as he stares at the massive, bloated body and the mass of organs that have poured out of it. "... Finally dead!"

A tall dark-headed man walks over to where a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman was pinned underneath part of the beast, extending a hand outwards to help her up off the ground, giving a disgusted look at the corpse of the beast.

A crimson-haired human begins to clean off the disgusting slew of organs and other slimy grossness of his body, clenching his teeth as he tries to keep from vomiting. "It always 'as ta explode on me..." He says with contempt. He pulls himself to a standing condition and looks at the rest of the combatants with a quick glance. "'o need ta go to tha 'ospital? Ah'm uninjured, so Ah can take yah there with no problems."

Covered in the dark, putrid blood of the demon, a tall and tattooed man limps over to stand by Vendir, favouring his torn left leg. He holds the crystal in his hand, still pulsing softly with its pure light. "This crystal was our salvation.." he says softly. "I believe this belongs to you, though." He holds the hand containing the crystal out to Vendir, palm up.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman turns toward a tall dark-headed man, her expression still one of frustration and extreme distaste as she nods gratefully in his direction, taking his hand to help support her as she tries to stand back on her feet completely.

A pale gentleman taps a finger on a smooth cheek, and he glances at the other combatants, pursing his lips in thought. "Hmmm...we have injured here. Hold on... I can help some."

You say, 'Vendir, him first, Mordrid.'

A tall dark-headed man pulls a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman up to her feet, not letting go of her hand until he's sure she's steady on her feet, "Need any 'ealin?" he asks, looking her over, but not able to tell what blood is hers, and what is the slimy mess created by the beast.

A crimson-haired human attempts to wipe his rapier off on his tabard, but only succeeds in moving the slime around on his body. "Try ta keep it out o' yer wounds. It could 'ave tha plague." He says idly as he awaits an answer to his question.

A flaxen-haired male seari takes the crystal with a degree reluctance. It pulsates that same soft glow and he returns it to his backpack where it's light is snuffed out. "Thank you friend." a flaxen-haired male seari sheaths his weapon and begins to walk toward the ladder.

A pale gentleman nods slowly as he approaches the flaxen-haired male seari, sliding his backpack off his shoulder and holding it up with one arm as he rummages for something with the other, "Hold for a moment then... hmmm..." He kneels down beside the seari, frowning in disgust at the putrid black blood on his person. He slips his backpack back on, and gestures at the injured seari, whispering, "Seal this man's wounds and sooth the pain... let the healing process be quickened, so to avoid Death."

A pale gentleman stares at a flaxen-haired male seari and utters the words, 'remedy'.

A pale gentleman looks at a flaxen-haired male seari.

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman stands somewhat unstably on her feet with the help of a tall dark-headed man. Most of her weight seems to be on her right leg, though its her arms she turns her attention to. She winces as she tries to move them a bit and clenches her teeth stubbornly. With a small nod toward a tall dark-headed man she says somewhat bitterly, "It seems he managed to tear my arms up pretty well..."

A flaxen-haired male seari sheathes a fine, silver bladed rapier with a swept wire guard in a leather sword-sheath dyed a charcoal grey.

A flaxen-haired male seari puts a fragile, blue pulsating crystal in a large, tanned leather-backpack.

A tall and tattooed man looks at himself, his nose wrinkled in disgust. "Aye, time to go. I could use a bath. Best put this halberd away before I go to any hospital though."

A tall and tattooed man walks over to the ladder and stops to examine Vendir. "You fit to climb?"

A pale gentleman slides off his backpack again, reaching into it and pulling out a bottle filled with a strange, swirling-yellow liquid and holding it out to the flaxen-haired male seari, "Here... drink this, should make you feel a little better, and ease the pain."

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman looks down at the dagger which is barely held onto by her right hand. Wincing again as she moves, she gingerly lowers her upper body just enough to get the dagger back into its sheath. A small hiss escapes through her clenched teeth as her hand releases the dagger, apparently pained by such a small movement.

A flaxen-haired male seari Gives a soft gasp as the wavering light washes over him. He gives a quick nod to a tall and tattooed man. "Yes, I can climb."

A tall dark-headed man slings his blade over his shoulder, then reaches his hand out once more towards a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman "Lets get ye to a 'ospital." he says, motioning towards the ladder.

A flaxen-haired male seari quaffs the potions.

"Well, if no one needs 'elp, Ah'll watch the rest o' tha tunnels ta make sure y'all can make it out all right." a crimson-haired human says as he makes his way over the massive corps towards the northern tunnels. He keeps his blade at the ready, his eyes darting back and forth across the northern field. As he sees the rat, he attempts to kill it with little mercy.
A tall and tattooed man sits at a table close to the fire, idly drinking an ale and relaxing.

A tall and tattooed man looks up the steps at the seari, he raises his mug and gives a little cheer, "Vendir! My good friend, I see you finally woke up. Ya lazy bum," he says happily.

A pale gentleman quirks an eyebrow at the seari, and can't help but smirk as he comments, "Just woke up eh? It looks like he woke up and someone decided to beat the crap out of him."

A tall and tattooed man chuckles, "Or vice versa. Oh, and Vendir, please keep the shirt. You've ruined it anyway," he says with a wink.

With slightly wobbling knees a flaxen-haired male seari walks towards the bar, and sits down, taking the glass filled with an opaque white wine and sips from it slowly.

A tall and tattooed man scoffs at the remark, "Drink up my friend, old Than will keep an eye on you."

A tall and tattooed man chuckles and raises his mug to the flaxen-haired seari in acknowledgement.

Approaching the bar, a slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman raises her hands to swiftly untie the cords holding her cloak about her neck. She allows it to slide gently into one of her arms and turns to lean with her left elbow against the bar as she murmurs something quietly to a burly man with a shiny, bald head.

A freckled young woman blinks at a tall and tattooed man's words. She steps forward, "I should like to call myself a healer."

A tall and tattooed man blinks. "Sorry my lady, I meant another girl, my deepest apologies. You are a great healer indeed."

You say, 'Too much ale.. hehe'

A slender, dark-skinned Tyen woman fingers the glass in her hand lightly. She rotates it once and watches the contents swirl and then settle before lifting it to drink for the first time.

"Before too long, that spiteful seari Zarika Mao came along, and wouldn't lift a finger to help ya. Thought we should put you out of your misery. She suggested the hospital but I don't have my bearings here yet, there was no way I was gonna lift you up on my shoulder and carry you around Telantha looking for the hospital in your condition. Lucky for you that Anya came along when she did. Your wounds just kinda closed up and you started smiling and sleepin' like a baby," he laughs softly and takes another drink of his ale.

A flaxen-haired male seari says, 'Again, my lady...Anya was it. I thank you. I owe you much.'

"Well, my apologies Anya, but I'll not forget the way she acted as my friend Vendir lay not 10 steps from here bleeding the life out of himself. I put ya in my bed after the healin' were done. Baldy says he's chagrin' me for the ruined sheets, and don't you think I'm gonna be payin' that!" a tall and tattooed man says gruffly but with a smile in his eyes.