Sunday Group RP Forum

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei Lorelei feels her face heat as understanding dawns over her. "Oh." She says, dumbly.  Then, with shock and embarrassment written over her face, stutters on.  " Oh .  Oh my-  I'm so-" Lorelei pulls the sword back, clutching it close to her chest "-No, he never mentioned- I am so sorry, I didn't realize- Not that you aren't- not that you aren't a lovely dwarf!  Very loyal, fierce fighter- anyone might be lucky to have you- oh, gods-"

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei Oh how Angus wanted to curl up into a ball of laughter right now, but no he couldnt, holding on means everything in this moment. How far can he take it, how good can this get, mind racing trying to think of something quick before he breaks. "Oh. I..I thought he would of mentioned something so important. I mean i cannot refuse such a weapon, it truly is a gift without equal. Id say a gift fit for a kings marriage, and here im already dressed like one. Lorelei..I accept" Angus sits up eyes beading with excitement, just not the type Lorelei thinks it is. "Come you should present it to me infront of our friends, maybe it will cheer saruuc up to see you give yourself to me like this. My this truly is a good day" Angus smiles wildly at Lorelei back stepping towards the groups camp. "Come now, news like this should'nt wait"

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei "No, I-" Lorelei sputters, at a loss of what to say or do. She looks around as if the stones will give her the answer as she follows after, attempting to slow him. "Angus, I'm terribly sorry, I can't-" Lorelei takes a breath, steadying herself.  She looks at Angus sadly, reaching out and putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him.  "Angus, I'm so sorry, I didn't understand- please forgive me, I couldn't marry you- I'd make a terrible wife, among other things..." Lorelei scrambles to understand how the conversation had turned so quickly.  She'll admit she's not overly familiar with dwarven traditions, but she didn't think she could stumble so horrifically-

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei It is far too much for Angus to handle now, no longer to keep his composure, hands over mouth he tries to contain his laughter almost doubling over in the effort. "I would say i am sorry but i never expected you to fall for that so perfectly" each word coming out cough between breathes lost by fits of laughter. "Such traditions dont exist, such an idea is rediculous i cant believe you fell for it honestly. In honesty i couldnt take your weapon, i may favor heavier counterparts. But when im in battle even my fists can become deadly weapons" Tears still rolling from endless laughter Angus shakes his head smiling at Lorelei watching the expressions on her face come to realise what has just haopened.

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei Lorelei didn't think her face could get any redder.  She was sorely mistaken.  Realization dawns over her.  She's been had.  Tricked.  Pranked .  "It-  I-  You -!" Lorelei stutters, anger boiling up to replace the embarrassment.  Roughly, she swings her sword back over her shoulder, strapping it tightly.    "Well, I don't know , it sounded plausible!  I- I don't have to explain myself to you!" Lorelei turns to stomp back to her post.  She folds her arms across her chest, leaning against the wall and staring out into the darkness.  She snaps back.  "And I change my mind!  I hate company!"

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei He expected atleast a slap or a punch some form of physical assault for his tricks. But he would settle for a grump some hastily put together words. "I officially give you my stamp of approval, your okay" A pause and smile crosses his face "future wife to be" a final laugh escapes before Angus turns towards the camp.

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei and THORUM! Thorum walks up to have some words with his brother and catches the tail end of their conversation. "Whats this now Lorelei?  You're marrying Angus now?  huh...first ya tell me I'm yer first love, then ya start kissin' Quinn, now yer marrying Angus?  Damn you're really making yer way through the ranks huh?"  Thorum gives her a smile and a wink then turns to Angus.   "Hey can I have a word with you?"

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Thorum Angus nods to thorum "Aye" walking away from Lorelei to let her brood Angus turns his head towards thorum "Whats you yer mind brother? If you have a thing for Lorelei you overheard the remnants of her thinking she just proposed to me, i was only having a well deserved laugh at her expense". 

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Thorum Thorum gets a confused look on his face?  "A thing for her?  Brother, she is far too tall for my taste."  Thorum smiles and continues. "Something rather significant happened and we both glanced right over it.  When that amazing hero Barlo and his sidekick Varus said they were going to Gauntlgrym, neither of us even considered asking to go with them.  I think that means something.  I think we're done with the war and the army.  At the very least we deserve a well earned break I think.  So...what now?  Make some money and relax for a bit?  What do you want to do with yourself now.  Don't think about anyone else, what do YOU want?"

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei Angus thought it over many times already he knew his answer straight away without question. "It's something i have given some thought over actually. Im glad you dont want to go back, as much as i miss some of the battalion. I want to see some of the world, experience what else is out their. I owe that to an old friend that's..well no longer here. I just feel like the past year has been hell, and ive not done anything useful you know? I like the idea of following pockets to this place she is going, it sounds interesting. Whats your thoughts? Any ideas?"

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Thorum Thorum nods.   "Sounds good to me.  I just want to make some money, spend some money, and enjoy some mother fuckin' sunlight."  Thorum smiles and claps his brother on the shoulder.   "We should see what the others want to do.  I'd love to stick together, but I wouldn't be surprised if people want to leave and do their own thing."

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei Angus returns the clap " I just really want a nice hot bath sunlights second on the list though" Angus though about the others, even as diverse a grouo they where he was teally fond of most of them "Aye i'd agre, ive grown to like these people we by chance came to meet, almost feels like family" 

LOCATION: Underdark   Tunnels DATE/TIME: ? WHO: everyone Lanore awkwardly shuffles herself around the others as food is passed about, taking a serving and settling herself down as far away from Ront as possible, and keeping a careful eye on Pockets.  As the others go about their business, she glances about the group.  Her face becomes pensive as she begins muttering under her breath, inclining her fork slightly at each person as she runs down the list, "Stool is the mycodin juvenile, the cube and the statue are...something, Ront is not to be trusted, Lorelei is the one I've talked with most, Pockets is the Kender who wanted a dick-butt on a pendant, Angus and Thorum are brothers, Saruuc is confusing, and the other one is Kenneth...and Quinn...Oh!"   Stuffing her food away, she quickly pulls out a journal, various scraps of paper, setting out the bracers to begin the dissection.  As she begins unfurling large tool roll.  She freezes in the midst of her flurry of action, suddenly remembering, and calling out, "Could I get some light?"

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: ? WHO: everyone Quinn sat legs crossed, treating the wood of his bow with a fatty resin to keep it in good form, he briefly hears Angus shout something about marrying Lorelei and smiles besides himself, looking up from his work he eyes his party-members from under bushy eyebrows... everyone with the exception of Saruuc appeared to be in relatively good spirts, well as good spirts you can get stuck thousands upon thousands of feet underground.  He briefly eyes Lanore quizzically  as she thinks to herself, indicating with her fork each member of their rag-tag band, he is suddenly brought to attention as she calls out,  "Could I get some light?"  Quinn blinks for a moment, then coming to the realization of what she's ask he snaps his fingers in the direction of the faint red orb of light that was an ever present companion in these tunnels. Upon his command the orb floats over to perk just behind Lanore's left shoulder, slowly to avoid hurting the eyes of those around him, he morphs the colour from a red to a more natural white light.  "Does this help?" He inquired to Lanore, watching as she fumbles with a rather over sized tool kit and the bracers he had given her only a few hours before almost falling out of her lap. "Think you know where to start Lanore, can I assist you at all?" Quinn offers, genuinely intrigued by all he could learn from a tinkerer such as herself. 

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : An hour or so after speaking with Thorum WHO : Angus & Saruuc Angus walks over, giving saruuc a nod whilst sitting next to him. Silence continues at first however after a long passing of silence Angus speaks out quietly. "It's came to my attension ive spoke more to the statue that you. I'm relieved to see the shackles are off by the way". Taking a moment to put the words together a brief silence fills the gap "Im not here to convince you or give you a hard time with anything.I actually want to just know a bit more about from when or where you came from if you feel up to sharing? I dont mean the coming back part, the before that part. You said you lived a full life, id like to hear your story as a friend before i may never get the chance".  Angus reaches over clapping his shoulder with a grin "Or you could tell me to fuck off"

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : An hour or so after speaking with Thorum WHO : Angus & Saruuc Saruuc stares off into the darkness thinking upon old memories, of times long gone. As Angus approaches, Saruuc is pulled back from his daydreaming by the dwarfs hand.  "Ah yes right, my history. Well I was raised by two sets of parents, the second set indirectly murdered the first. I chose my clan when I was 10, as is proper goblin culture, got kicked out when I was 16, sent off on my first mission when I was 27, helped build a town when I was 29 and fucked off and died at 42." Saruuc speaks quickly and firmly, giving Angus no chance to speak in turn. As he speaks Saruuc slowly stands up from where he is sitting and begins looking around the vicinity.  "As for the rest, I'm sure Pockets can fill you in, have a chat with her. I need to relieve myself."  Choosing a corner of rocks off in the distance he sets off leaving Angus standing there. 

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : An hour or so after speaking with Thorum WHO : Angus & Saruuc Angus listens as the words are spoken with haste. Watching Saruuc get up as quick as the words come out. After a few moments in Saruucs stride, Angus stands up, quickly moves to Saruucs side stopping him briefly. Looking at him dead set with eyes on him. " well am not gonna stand and watch you piss like and congratulate you on a task well done like a bairn" Turning around glancing seeing its safe from eyes for the moment Angus slides the scimitar through the belt "Here, beter take this incase theres something in the shadows" Angus thumbles to start with clanging the scimitar against the golden belt before slamming it flat against Saruucs chest. "I'm trusting you wont do anything to make me regret this" AEach word said queitly as Angus walks away heading over and taking a seat

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: ? WHO: everyone "Thanks!" Lanore calls, letting her eyes adjust for a moment.  She settles a set of jeweler's glasses on her nose as she replies to Quinn, "If you want to help, you can write down what I'm taking off of this thing and in what order, so I can reassemble...whatever this thing is later."   She plucks a few delicate picks and tweezers from her pile, sticking a few in her teeth like dress maker's pins as she tinkers with the other, "Besides, you've seen this thing work, I've no idea what its supposed to do."

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: ? WHO: Lanore & Quinn "... you can write down what I'm taking off this thing..."  - Quinn shrugs off his backpack and rummages around for a time, before withdrawing some parchment and ink,  "Well, that much is true... Lets see." He scratches his chin as he thinks of the best way to describe the overall purpose of the bracers,  "From what I could gather from my own investigations and identification spells, the bracers act in two functions."  He pauses for a moment, "It appears the first function is to manipulate some form of kinetic energy into the shape the wielder desires, such as a longbow or a shortsword for example... however, the second function is to store the 'blueprints' I guess you could say of the items. It seems it has some mechanism for gaining an understanding of the craftsmanship then uses that stored information to replicate the desired outcome."  Quinn smiles as he finishes his sentence,  "Best I understand it anyway...." 

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: Probably somewhere around 40+ days  WHO: Lanore & Saruuc Saruuc sits on the ground resting against the walls of the tunnels they have been traveling in for some time now. Looking around he can't feel anyone's eyes jumping to him, it seems things have calmed down to an extant. Saruuc's previous talks with Pockets and Lorelei have left him feeling, odd... He feels at peace with those around him, he doesn't feel like he is on a direct mission from his Lord, but rather his time spent with them all reminds him of the days he spent along the border of the empire.  Looking over everyone, they each have their own memories and stories that make them more than a mission, but a family. There are some he likes, some he loves, some he despises and some he....... Oh right.... There is another woman here..... Saruuc stares quizzically at the human female that seemed to have joined them sometime before their escape of the city. It comes to him that he has yet to actually make any form of communication with her, and all he knows about her is she has a magic stick and her name is Lanore, at least that is what Pockets said. Sighing deeply to himself for not making proper introductions a long time ago, Saruuc pushes himself up and begins making his way over to her.  Coughing gently to get her attention, Saruuc then extends his hand forward in a handshake, " Hello, my name is Saruuc. I don't believe we have formally met yet, may I ask your name and why you decided to join this insanity of a group?" Saruuc does his best at a charming smile and waits for her response.  

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: ? WHO: Lanore & Quinn "Well, it's a start.  Let's crack this thing open and see how it ticks."   With that, Lanore sets to work, pulling here and there at the gauntlets, and greatful to have someone working with her again.

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: Probably somewhere around 40+ days WHO: Lanore & Saruuc Lanore jumps.  She had been staring at a notebook, covered in an uneven and messy scrawl, which compared to the loose paper she was currently covering in an neater script, was clearly not her own.  She hastily snaps it shut as she turns to face the smiling hobgoblin now looming over her.  Her eye twitches for a moment as visions of Ront's incident with the Thunder Canon zip through her mind.  But she gathers her last pit of composure to rise from the ground, take his proffered hand and say, "Lanore Van Helgen, at your service."  Her face goes a little pink as she drops his hand and stares pointedly at a spot just beyond his shoulder, "I don't..uuhhh...fault you for not saying hello sooner.    For the short time I've know you I would say that you have been distraught and....naked.  But...I'm an Archaeologist.  I'm here to join the expedition to Xendirk.  I understand this is not going smoothly for any of us.  I hope you're doing better?"

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: Probably somewhere around 40+ days WHO: Lanore & Saruuc The girl appears nervous and fidgeting, "Do all humans have some problem with goblinoids?" Saruuc wondered to himself. Shaking his head of the current thoughts running around, he focuses back on Lanore before continuing. "I won't lie and say everything is great, but for now things are heading in a better direction." Saruuc pauses here to look over at Lorelei specifically as he speaks, "Hopefully one that rebuilds bridges once broken. In any case, you called yourself an Archaeologist. What is that? Does it have something to do with the large staff that you carry? I apologize if I'm not with the times. I'm.... quite old..." Saruuc chuckles lightly at his own joke. 

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: About 30 days away from Gracklstug   WHO: Pockets, Thorum, and Angus After about a month of travel Thorum and Pockets approach Angus while he is off away from the group foraging for food.  "Angus...we uh...we have something to tell you..."  Thorum says as he opens his backpack and reveals a large, red, scaly egg.  "We're having a baby."  Thoum smiles sheepishly and then puts his finger to his lips to let him know to keep it quiet. "Would you be the godfather?"  Pockets asks.

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: About 30 days away from Gracklstug WHO: Pockets, Thorum, and Angus Angus looks wide eyed, in shock "Is that...is that a dragon egg?" Baffled completely by this sudden turn of events Angus looks at Pockets and Thorum "Where? When? How? I'm lost for words. Any of you care to explain?"

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: About 30 days away from Gracklstug WHO: Pockets, Thorum, and Angus "I mean...I'm 90 to 95 percent sure its a dragon egg.  Could just be a big lizard I guess."  Thorum shrugs and looks at the others.   "I feel like we should have a group meeting with the others to discuss it, but Pockets is worried they might want to hurt it.  What do you think?"

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: About 30 days away from Gracklstug WHO: Pockets, Thorum, and Angus Angus runs his hand through his thick ginger beard, now a thick dirty bronze from the filth of the underdark. "Hmm, well wait?" The only logical place Angus could think of them finding an egg like this was back in Gracklstug and felt slightly irritated and hurt its took both of them so long to come forward and share this information. "How long have you actually had this egg for? Obvioualy since Gracklstug its the only plausable place. I dont know if i should be hurt, insulted or angry right now. Don't you trust me brother? Pockets?" Angus turns for a moment with a loud huff and lets out a sigh before turning back to face them " just so you know i'm not happy, but...If its a dragon egg maybe we can take care of it until it can look after it's self. A beast such as a Dragon should never be kept as a pet. They are magestic, powerful and rare creatures. We should protect it until it can go its own path in life. At least thats my suggestion. I'll help anyway i can". Godfather? Angus likes the idea of being a trusted friend of a dragon, a strange relation even more so but "Godfather? Ill be the eggs guardian and see no harm comes to it aye"

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: About 30 days away from Gracklstug WHO: Pockets, Thorum, and Angus "Yeah...I suppose you should feel insulted.  I certainly didn't mean to hide it from you.  I meant to hide it from the others.  I...WE was just lookin' for an opportunity to talk to ya away from the others so they wouldn't hear.   I don't really know how its a month later already.  Its almost like some god or...or a Master of the Dungeons who orchestrates our lives in some kinda game just snapped his fingers and said he was gonna fast forward time for a month or so." Thorum stares off into the distance as if looking at a camera somewhere.  Whatever that is.  "Anyway what I'm tryin' ta say is time just escaped me and I'm sorry Angus.  I trust you completly."

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: About 30 days away from Gracklstug WHO: Pockets, Thorum, and Angus With a shrug Angus slaps his brothers shoulder and smiles "All's forgiven, Aye time has slowly disapeared in this long voyage. I cannot wait to see the light of day im sure it will be a glorious moment. Now i reckon we wait. Once we know who is a sure ally and decides to follow us to wherever it is were going onky then should we lay our cards on the table so to speak. No one else needs to know. Dragons are rare, less people who know about him or her the less danger it will be in from slavery right?"

LOCATION: Underdark DATE/TIME: Roughly Three Weeks Past Escape WHO: Lorelei & Quinn It's hard to gauge the passing of time here in the dark tunnels deep beneath the surface.  Still, Lorelei knows she has let far too much time pass since acknowledging Quinn.  Since escaping the city, it has been one long run for their lives, stopping for as little time as possible to rest and continue, here and there.  After what happened with Saruuc... Lorelei distanced herself.  She knows that she would not be good company, with anger boiling just under her skin.  She has been short with everyone, quiet when they eat around the fire, and always trailing behind.  Watching their flank , she claims.   After being pinned down by Saruuc during her watch, to speak, argue and sort through the mess of what happened... Lorelei feels a pang of guilt as she returns to camp.  She sees Quinn, sitting a ways from the fire, tending to his bow by his own light.  The other mess .  It's easy to be swept up in the heat of the moment, in the insanity that was their brief days in that city, walking on eggshells to running for their lives.  Pinning down what is right and what is good in a city full of corrupt or despicable creatures was a challenge she had not been ready for.  Now with their journey to the surface ongoing, the world she knows within reach... there is a profound relief, and a reevaluation of the days behind them.  She'd been standing there for a long moment, unsure, she realizes.  At the fringes of the camp, as she has been for weeks, now.  Finally, she takes a step in Quinn's direction.  She silently sits beside him, pulling her sword from her back and setting it to the side.  It's perhaps the closest she's been to anyone since Saruuc's attempt to take his own life.  She pulls her tight bun free, her hair tumbling over her shoulder, and begins to remove the leather wraps and heavy chain mail from her collar.  She's quiet for a long while, unsure of what to say, of where they stand. "I'm sorry," she finally mutters, barely audible. "I've been a poor companion these last weeks.  It's been... terribly confusing.  Everything that has happened." She smiles bitterly.  "I'm afraid you may not have liked who I've been since... well, since Saruuc.  All anger .  It's not particularly appealing.  I thought it best to keep my distance."

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: Probably somewhere around 40+ days WHO: Lanore & Saruuc Lanore weighs the question for a moment, trying to think of how best to describe her profession.  "I study history.  Specifically the physical remains of history.  Artifacts left behind.  I've done a smattering of Anthropology, which is studying culture, I guess?  I guess this would seem odd to you since what was your present is now the past, so that's what I study." Lanore holds up the thunder canon for Saruuc to inspect ,  "The "staff" is not really a staff," she explains , "It's a thunder canon.  I'm an artificer as well as an archaeologist.  So I work with a mix of the arcane and the technological.  The blue print for this monstrosity was given to me by a...friend is too strong of a word...pain in the ass acquaintance would be closer.  But what's brought you here?  I know you're bound to this...god statue some how, right?  And you weren't always a hobgoblin, so what happened?  What were you before?"    

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: About 30 days away from Gracklstug WHO: Pockets, Thorum, and Angus "Right, right."  Thorum scrunches his face up and thinks a moment before continuing.  "Here's what I'm worried about.  Friends don't like secrets between each other.  If we wait too long to tell everyone they may get pissed.  Hell you were pissed a moment ago Angus.  I think we need to have a group meeting and tell everyone.  We tell them in no uncertain terms that no one is to harm the egg, but they should still know the dangers."

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: About 30 days away from Gracklstug WHO: Pockets, Thorum, and Angus "Hmm" Angus plays with his beard agreeing with his brothers wise words he nods his head. "Aye, thats a fair point brother. We will make it very clear that anyone who even thinks of harming the egg needs to go through me first. But that being said i dont want to hurt anyone here really so maybe just best you do the talking? Its not my best quality words". Angus smiles at his brother and lets out a small deep chuckle as he remembers all the different times he has tried to lie or get out of a tricky situation in a non violent way.

T LOCATION: Underdark DATE/TIME: Roughly Three Weeks Past Escape WHO: Lorelei & Quinn Quinn sat, slightly away from those of his group, caring for his prized possession, oiling down the long shaft of ash wood of his bow.  Quietly he thought to himself, much about everything and nothing at all. Their trek from Grachlstug had seemed awfully brief and hurried, he recounted the experiences that he has had thus far, the new collection of scars, bruises and cuts he had accumulated from the time he first ventured into the underdark. He noted that he had found a most interesting group of people to band with for survival, and was most surprised to realize just how much he cared for them all, some more than others... and one most of all.  He finished the thought as he saw Lorelei, seat herself beside him, his heart leaped as he watched her ebony hair fall from it's bun and across her shoulders.  Finally she speaks...  "I've been a poor companion these last weeks..."  The sound of her voice wakes him from a momentary stupor, he had felt more fatigued in the last few weeks than he had whilst fighting the dragon, between tutoring members of his party in the aspects of Nature and Geography in preparation for their voyage to Xen'drick, and the constant almost fleeing down the dark caverns of the underdark. It all had begun to weigh on him, the ever present absence of natural light had begun to make him feel sick, he could see his skin growing paler by the week and he found rest hard to come by.  He mused to himself that he must look almost like a walking corpse at this stage, between the blood stained articles of clothing and skin and his rather disheveled state.  "Lorelei..." He croaks, coughing to relieve the dust from his throat,  "It's fine... we have been through more than most anyone would ever care to... it has been... trying to say the least these few weeks spent fleeing from Grachlstug." He pauses for a moment, he reaches out and begins to assist her in removing the larger pieces of her armor "You have been here... that's all that I require... I feel I may have rushed into things a little bit, pressed a bit too hard... and I don't want you to be feeling like you must be my companion out of necessity... I... I... aggh, Blast!" He fidgets with one of the straps, temporarily unable to release the clasp due to the shaking in his hands.  "... Lory.... you may not be looking forward to meeting the sun once more... I however..." a coughing fit interrupts him once again, the same he was used to for some time, again he retrieves the handkerchief from his  pocket and wipes away the ruby ichor that ran from the corners of his mouth.  He catches his breath for a time,  "I'm afraid I quite need to see the sun once more... this place... it makes me feeble... I am glad you're here though... without you, I'm not sure my mind would survive in this place."  He finishes his sentence by weaving his fingers in between  hers, clutching her hand in his. 

LOCATION: UnderdarkTunnels DATE/TIME: Probably somewhere around 40+ days WHO: Lanore & Saruuc Saruuc listens intently and nods his head at the appropriate times as Lanore goes over her weapon. "A miniature cannon then? In that case I am not too lost in translation, leave for a few thousand years and civilization just finds a way to throw rocks faster in the end." Saruuc chuckles to himself once more, before finding a seat near Lanore to continue the conversation. "I'm not sure who exactly told you I was anything different. I have always been a hobgoblin, I was just born 15,000 years ago... Give or take a century." Saruuc's smiles widely and goes to grab something off his person, before his mind catches up with him and he realizes whatever he is reaching for, is no longer there. "Oh... right..."  He sheepishly looks at the ground before just looking back at his empty hands for a few seconds. "I apologize, I do not really have a way to prove my words... I suppose you will just need to believe me. Or don't, I wouldn't exactly blame you." Shaking his shoulders and taking in a deep breath, Saruuc finally looks back up at Lanore, "In any case, I am a sin eater of Arduk. The statue over there, I understand that he may not always be the friendliest of beings, so if he says something that offends you, please come to me and let me help anyway I can. It is my job. Aside from that, I can lift heavy things, know a good deal about masonry and can soak up a few hits for you in a fight. Call on me whenever you need." Saruuc stands up and nods his head to Lanore. 

LOCATION: Underdark DATE/TIME: Roughly Three Weeks Past Escape WHO: Lorelei & Quinn Lorelei reaches out instinctively to heal him, only to stop herself, knowing that it will do no good.  Instead she must simply look on as he's wracked by this cough once more.  She smiles just slightly as he takes her hand, threading their fingers together, but it fades quickly.  The air here.  Of course it can't be good for them, but she can't shake the feeling that there's something more, something that Quinn isn't saying. "I do miss the sun," she says quietly, "though perhaps I miss the fresh air more.  The sound of rustling leaves in the wind and the light of a full moon.  I will get incredibly sick of the sun very quickly, but I will be pleased to see it after all of this."  She smiles wryly up at Quinn.  "I know I have no obligations to you, just as you have none to me.  I ask nothing of you, Quinn, I'm afraid I wouldn't know what to ask, to be true.  Nor what to give."   She looks down to their intertwined hands.  "This is... nice , though." She looks over to their companions then, eyes lingering longest on Saruuc. "All of this is.  Underdark aside."   Her smile falters again. They'll all go their separate ways eventually, of course.  She has her reasons to follow them to Xen'drik, but, after that... she has purpose elsewhere.  But, she can choose to enjoy this while it lasts, knowing that it is temporary.  That is something she has never done before.  Mira was the first friend she'd ever had, and she never realized how short a friendship it would be.  It was hard to let go.  These people who have accepted her and fought with her like Mira did... she will not let their parting be so bitter. "I have some short business in Xen'drik," she says, looking back to Quinn, "but then my search leads me elsewhere, you know.  Aerenal.  That's what those men told me.  That's where Malachai could be."   She huffs bitterly.  "If they were telling the truth.  There was certainly more they were hiding than sharing.  I have to see, though.  If this could lead me to him..." There's a look to her eyes that perhaps he saw back in Gracklestugh, when she demanded answers from the masked men, tried to influence them with her power to do so.  There's a reckless determination, a hyper-focus on this one thing.  Her grip on his hand is just slightly tighter and her gaze is distant, burning.

LOCATION: Underdark DATE/TIME: Roughly Three Weeks Past Escape WHO: Lorelei & Quinn Quinn scratches at what was once stubble, now more resembling a beard, with his free hand,  "I'm not sure what to expect in Xen'drik, nor what exactly I'm looking for..." He sighs "These men I'm hunting... they are ever elusive... I start to wonder if I'll ever find them, or if revenge is a noble enough goal to pursue." "... But it is more than that, they are evil; pure unadulterated evil, the acts the commit around Khorvaire are violent and horrendous, perhaps instead of revenge, a goal of redemption is more worthy, but I'm not sure I have it inside me to forgive what they have done... to suffer them to live."  Instinctively he reaches from his beard to the side of his neck, scratching at a long healed burn.  "If I find information there... then I will be content, however, I feel like if I'm not here for them"  He reaches out his hand, indicating the rest of their group, "... well, disaster follows them wherever they go, they need someone to watch their backs... perhaps it is more worthy of me to dedicate my life to the protection of those I love."  "Perhaps I will find my purpose when we are out of these tunnels, perhaps you and I were meant to meet, perhaps I can aid you in achieving your goals instead."  He smiles weakly at Lorelei, rubbing his thumb against hers, both reassuring himself and her. 

LOCATION: Underdark DATE/TIME: Roughly Three Weeks Past Escape WHO: Lorelei & Quinn Lorelei straightens in surprise, snapped out of her focus.   "You would... come with me?"   She asks, tone and expression baffled, as if the very idea were preposterous.  "Quinn, you owe me nothing, none of you do.  I couldn't ask such a thing of any of you.  We've survived an ordeal together... but there's certainly no need to throw yourself into danger on my behalf."  Lorelei stands, her hand separating from Quinn's, and she runs it through her hair instead.  Worried about the day she leaves them one second, and dreading that day not coming the next.  Make up your mind.  She sighs heavily, looking back to him.  "But this is months ahead of us.  So many things could happen between then and now."  She rakes her hand through her hair once more, before sitting heavily, pulling at the straps of her armor again.  After a second she pauses, and reaches instead toward Quinn.  She looks at him, still baffled, as she takes his chin with her thumb and forefinger, shaking her head. "Sometimes I question whether I made you up in my head. " She mutters, looking at his face as if to scrutinize every detail. "Being down here all this time.  If I hadn't seen the others speaking with you, I'd think perhaps I went mad somewhere in these tunnels on the way down."   She laughs, her hand dropping back to her lap as she looks away.  "Maybe I did.  Maybe you're all made up.  Mira would have a fit, laughing at me.  The loner couldn't stand being alone, so she made up some friends and a terribly handsome man with an awful sense of nobility."  She has to smile a little at that, imagining her old friend, in stitches at her expense.

LOCATION: Underdark DATE/TIME: Roughly Three Weeks Past Escape WHO: Lorelei & Quinn Chuckles to himself at her last words,  "I would not be one to consider myself noble. It's good to have a goal, a purpose, it allows you to keep moving forward, perhaps we may find that we end up traveling the same path for longer than we first anticipated."  "... and I can assure you... I am very much real."  He finishes his sentence standing and closing his arms around her, planting a singular kiss upon her forehead."  Quinn buries his face into her neck for a moment and whispers "You're not alone anymore Lory..."  

LOCATION: The Jungle DATE/TIME: ? WHO: Angus & Thorum As the temple door opens before them, Thorum and Angus high five each other.  They step inside the door, Thorum still riding on Angus's back, as the door slams shut behind them.   They look at each other for a minute with raised eyebrows then wait awkwardly in the dark silence. " So...think they're coming or should we go get the treasure without them? "  Thorum asks.

LOCATION: The Jungle DATE/TIME: ? WHO: Angus & Thorum "So...think they're coming or should we go get the treasure without them?" Thorum asks Angus looks around the room, cobwebs on top of cobwebs and a central spiral staircase leading up to somewhere. "Well they said we were fools for coming this far.. Didn't trust we could make it. I reckon we forget them and waltz out with whatever hidden treasure this place has to offer brother. Can you imagine the looks on their faces? Especially Saruuc and Lorelei Bahaha"

LOCATION: The Jungle DATE/TIME: ? WHO: Angus & Thorum "Oh Lorelei isn't so bad.  A bit too serious sometimes, but she can be fun when ya get her talkin' over an ale.  Saruuc though..." Thorum shakes his head.  "What bug crawled up his butt?  Didn't you just save his life draggin' him away from that skelly troll?"

LOCATION: The Jungle DATE/TIME: ? WHO: The rest of the party excluding Angus, Thorum Everyone stands on the now fixed blade platform after Angus and Thorum get shut in on the other side. “ Hmm well that makes things interesting... Anyway here is a thought, considering it is Angus and Thorum stuck in there, what if instead of following them into whatever hell hole they’ve found....” pausing for effect, Saruuc looks amongst the rest of the party, “We just wait?” 

LOCATION: The Jungle DATE/TIME: ? WHO: Angus & Thorum Angus pauses for a second before answering. "Aye something is off with that one. I trust the other's but i'm beginning to have serious second thoughts about him. A tell ee brother if i think for one second he endangers you, Pockets or the others. I'm not afraid to do what needs to be done. One man's actions even if he is a gods servant is not worth the lives of all of us combined".  Angus lets a moments silence befall the brothers "You got my back on this one brother?"

LOCATION: The Jungle DATE/TIME: ? WHO: Angus & Thorum "Yeah! A gods servant! That's the part I don't understand.  We're goin' out of our way to help bring his God along to make sure he's safe while he grows in power and he hates us? You spent a lot of money on that mount to bring Arduk along."   Thorum sighs.  "I mean of course I have yer back of it comes ta that, but don't be hasty.  Let's not have another Sarith and the piranha lake incident."   Thorum smiles and claps him on the back.  " I still have hope Pockets or someone will talk some sense into him."

LOCATION: The Jungle DATE/TIME: ? WHO: Angus & Thorum Angus lets out a chuckle "Aye, that's fair enough brother. A tell yeh though that business with Sarith wasn't hasty. I had to make a call...A bad call but it was the only option i had in that moment. Aye ah spent some money on the bloody mount for Arduk, but that's only if what they say is true. How could Pockets like me if i looked like that woman back in the port? Can't have us wasting away looking like a rotten corpse if this curse will affect us too brother."

LOCATION: The Jungle DATE/TIME: ? WHO: Angus & Thorum Thorum wrinkles his eyebrows in a look of confusion.  " Why would Pockets care what ya look like? She's friends with an ugly orc after all.  She's not some city sissy who worries how her friends look."

LOCATION: The Jungle DATE/TIME: Shortly after finding duffle? WHO: Pockets   & Thorum Thorum walks up to Pockets who he hasn't talked to much in a few days. "Hey Pockets.  That was pretty cool what ya did back there for your dino.  You're a good person.  Ya have a good heart.  You'd make a fine dwarf if ya learned to grow a bigger beard."   Thorum smiles at her. "But seriously man ya gotta get rid of that creepy head.  Severed heads ain't supposed ta keep yelling at ya.  Its creepy and nothing good can come of keeping that thing around."

LOCATION: The Jungle DATE/TIME: Shortly after finding duffle? WHO: Thorum, Pockets Although Pockets smiled at the compliment she quickly began to pout. " No! Why? I'm telling you a talking head is great because it's creepy. There are many people who'd want to study it - and others who would pay us a good sum just to have it and show it off. Rich people and their eccentricities and such. " " And why would I want to be a Dwarf? ", she asked, " Kender are way more exciting than any boring old Dwarf . "

LOCATION: The Jungle DATE/TIME: Shortly after finding duffle? WHO: Pockets& Thorum Thorum throws up his hands in defeat.   "BAH!  Fine!  Just keep that creepy thing away from me!"