AoW: The Whispering Cairn

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Mohan
HP: 6/10 (4 NL Dmg)
AC: 15 (ff12, vt 13)

Mohan was shocked by this. He knew Jaiden got into alot of fights, but he now realised she probably caused most of them, and he was starting to wonder if he would not have been better off recruiting another soldier from the garrison instead.

He could taste his own blood, and the urge to draw his swords was rising. He might not be as quick to anger as Jaiden, but the beast lived within him too. Fortunately for everyone he kept it in check.

"Jaiden!" He shouted "I meant the drunks might have over heard us. Of course I sodding trust you." He shook his head, at least in part to clear it of the cobwebs.

Initiative Vs Jaiden? (1d20+3=19)
 
{OOC: Everything is hinging on whether Jaiden decides to continue her assault or not, so we'll wait for her before anything else.}
 
Jaiden

She had made her point with her fist and didn't plan on pushing it any further. She took a step back behind Hazrad to distance herself from Mohan.
 
Slade

And what a useless point that was. All the woman seemed to do was start off on the wrong foot with this warforged, looking more like the brute that most assumed him to be. Sure, he wasn't as learned as many but he was good at what he did and had enough guidance from the Silver Flame to know when not to waste much effort.

He turned to Mohan and quickly spoke "What is this task you intend for us to undertake?"
 
Mohan

Mohan shook his head,

"Right then. What I thought we should do is head to this Whispering Cairn, and have a look around. We should have enough talents between us to cover just about anything we might encounter, and hopefully we'll all get rich enough to get out of the slump this town tends to put folk in."
 
Jaiden

If there was a piece of her that felt guilty or wrong for attacking Mohan, it wasn't predominate enough for her to say anything. Idly she stood behind Hazrad, though she didn't remain still. She could never remain standing in one solid place. her weight constantly shifted from one foot to the other before crouching on a moss-overgrown rock.
 
Slade

"Let us depart..."

The warforged battle machine was ready to go and he doubted they needed much preparation with Mohan guiding them. He trusted the man that much to do his job anyway.
 
Hazrad

The halfling settled down and relinquished his grasp on the spell. He shook his head and looked to Jaiden in confusion. She seemed agitated, on edge. Perhaps she needed this....vacation more than he did. Perhaps it was having to deal with idiots but having to restrain herself from what she truly wanted to do.
He himself was not a killer. But he understood the instinct. Afterall, he came from a similar background. Tribal ways were ingrained in his blood. His father was dinosaur wrangler on the plains afterall. He looked to the sun, and then bowed his head in prayer for protection of the gathering. He spoke however, in a different language; not common. It was his native tongue, his voice a hushed murmur as his hands framed his pendant of the Sovereign Host. When he was finished, he raised his head and nodded. "I agree, let us depart, and let us all escape the trappings of this town."
 
Fortus

The initial semblance of disquiet on the part of Jaiden had been somewhat surprising to the artificer at first, but then recalled from rumours floating around town about her tendency to rise in sudden anger to a trivial matter. Fortus turned away from these musings and nodded in concurrance,"Indeed, the swifter we leave the swifter we attain whatever destiny or knowledge that awaits us all..."
 
Mohann

Right then, Mohan nodded, picked up all of his gear, including the cooked rabbit, which he tucked in with his other food supplies. With his swords sheathed, and his shortbow in hand he lead them towards where the Whispering Cairn should have been. As they went he would check for tracks that might indicate foes. (take 10)

((Any rolls needed?))
 
The Whispering Cairn

The group walks for about 10 minutes, before Mohan finally calls a stop. He begins searching the area for the entrance and after only a few moments, finds a yawning entrance, leading underground. Its masked by quite a few brushes and bits of debris that make it diffcult to navigate the terrain around the mouth of the tunnel.
 
Fortus

The yawning hole before Fortus seemed to be obstructed to a great extent by the debris around it, but no amount of wreckage could suspend the artificer's disbelief that there was actually a cairn seemingly undisturbed and possibly unlooted. The few oppotunities that he had during his earlier years with Allustan were little more than morning walks to view old relics that lost most of what made them valuable in the mind of the many treasure hunters that had passed through Diamond Lake to loot the supposed treasures within the many cairns in the area. Intrinsically, did the Whispering Cairn hold more than just the eternal rest of the dead and idle trinkets and gold pieces?
 
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Slade

Standing before a yawning hole that everyone seemed to deem as their escape from this town, he wondered what hardships they would have to face to achieve their long-desired goal. Nothing was ever achieved without effort and if he had to battle his way out of this place then he would. Remaining near Fortus, he simply waited until they were cleared to move in.
 
Jaiden

She remained aside from the crowd. She always stood at a distance as it provided her with the most comfort. She needed space. It was naturally engraved into her blood that she remain part of the wild, free and unrestrained. Perhaps that's why she snapped. That town had taken such a heavy toll on her that she was literally unwinding at the seams.

The gaping hole that awaited them all had her looking to it as if a demon lay down there. She loathed small spaces, for she had a fear of being crushed. It wasn't that she was claustrophobic. When she was a child, she was smaller than most which left it hard for people to be able to even see her. Though she had grown quite a bit, she still had a fear of being sat on, stepped on, or crushed. Especially by falling boulders that may wait in overgrown mossy holes. She had a few different options. She could wait on the exterior as a guard or follow them in and deal with the fact that the entire cavern may implode and kill them all. Undecided on what she was going to do, she remained beneath the shadows of an overhanging tree, ten feet or so from the group.
 
Mohan

"Okay then, we've arrived. Hopefully there will be nothing alive, or unliving, down there." Mohan checked his swords one last time, then his arrows, and finally plucked his bowstring.

"Did anyone bring a source of light? If not I can make one, but it will take a few minutes."
 
Slade

The warforged warrior had come prepared for this much at least, taking out one sunrod and making use of its light.

"This will suffice"
 
Hazrad

He learned to consider the warforged a reasonably prepared one, even if it seemed to prefer being quiet. He then quietly tucked his own lantern into his backpack and suddenly had a feeling that having some paper or parchment and some chacoal would likely have been useful at this moment.
 
Mohan

The shifter nodded to the warforged and moved closer to the entrance. If no-one has any objections he will motion for Slade to come alongside him and then move to enter the cairn.
 
{OOC: You may assume that unless otherwise stated, the corridors in here are 20 ft wide, 20 ft tall, with ceilings of smooth carved stone.

Please give me a marching order. I've got Mohan and Slade in the front, side by side. Correct me if wong.}

Natural light dimly illuminates a long hallway extending north into darkness. A faint breeze brings with it sibilant whispers that sound almost like sighing breath. It must be a trick of the wind, but the effect is almost lifelike.

the walls bear horizontal bands of deceptively simple geometric patterns at waist level. In places the bands reveal startling detail, but in others the walls look as though they have been hacked apart with weapons or eroded by the rigors of time. Flakes of ancient paint, brilliant purple and a dull mustard hue, still cling to the walls in places, hinting at what must once have been a riot of color. A thin coat of dust coats the floor.

Just inside the darkened tomb, the hallway branches into shallow alcoves to the east and west. here the walls bear the most significant damage. Dozens of clumbsy etchings mar the beautiful ancient masonry like graffiti on a city wall. A clumb of soiled cloth about the size of a halfling rests in the rounded terminus of the western alcove.

Outside, the wind picks up, and a chorus of almost human sounds rises from the darkened hall.
 
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