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Post by Ser Pounce on May 17, 2015 11:05:54 GMT -5
He'll need Yarp to get him some references to see if anything like this has ever been seen before. It will take some time. Consultation with Kano might speed things up.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 17, 2015 11:20:41 GMT -5
Harid stretches his back with a long, painful grimace as he steps back. "Yarp! Go get the good references, not those shitty ones we sell off to idiots. And you" he snaps his fingers at one of the other slaves as he speaks "go let your master know I wish to consult with him. He's been here awhile, I want his details of the dig." He sits down and starts copying down all of the symbols while he waits.
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 17, 2015 11:24:46 GMT -5
Kano arrives (with Saera presumably).
He studies the old man but says nothing for a moment.
"Let's break the door down."
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 17, 2015 11:28:41 GMT -5
The old man squints up at the man "Young man, breaking the door down to the harem might feel like the best idea in the world, but the day after when the ten guards of the noble come and you find yourself with the only thing between their spears and your body splinters, you might reconsider. I did!" he cackles "Now then, you said door of life hmmm? Or was that merely a tall tale you fed to the Mistress?"
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Post by Marlow on May 17, 2015 11:35:20 GMT -5
Inuh made his way over after setting up his equipment, squinting at the other old man before looking to the young man. "Where's yer food?"
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on May 17, 2015 13:27:15 GMT -5
"No bugs or usual pests appear at the area. Earth is red in color...sky appears reddish as well...curious." The thin and pale Bartrand of Blackwater stands near the slaves who set up his tent, a small leather-bound journal open as he scribbles down information with a piece of wrapped black led, simple and easy to sharpen with a knife.
His black robes provide adequate cover in the jungle heat, after all, every outfit provided little to no protection from it, so his black robes were at least comfortable even when soaked. Around his neck was his maesters chain, something that even when he'd long left the order, he couldn't bring himself to part with. Its many links of many metals gleaming differently in the sun, the silver, led, black iron, pewter, tin, copper, and of course, valyrian steel link, being one of many different fields of study. He'd taken extensive notes on the diseases and states of death since he'd come to this place, the one poor fellow with all those spiders still strange.
He glanced around the area, and hoped whatever strange circumstance repelled the creatures of this damned country, it applied to those as well. Even as a man as cold as Bartrand could be, such creatures still managed to stir a deep revulsion, and fear.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 17, 2015 13:27:52 GMT -5
Saera looked at the door more closely, looking for signs of weakness or even hidden catches or locks. Perhaps it would be easier to get inside than they had at first thought.
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 17, 2015 18:44:56 GMT -5
The old man squints up at the man "Young man, breaking the door down to the harem might feel like the best idea in the world, but the day after when the ten guards of the noble come and you find yourself with the only thing between their spears and your body splinters, you might reconsider. I did!" he cackles "Now then, you said door of life hmmm? Or was that merely a tall tale you fed to the Mistress?" Kano listened to the old man's story. "It's the door to the tomb of life," he went over to the door and pointed to the lettering and looked thoughtful. "Or it could be tomb of death actually." He grinned at the sinister depictions of dead bodies. "I thought these bodies were people sleeping at first but now that I think about it they could actually be dead. Or asleep...waiting for their spirits to go to heaven or hell." He tapped his cheek.
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 17, 2015 18:48:12 GMT -5
Inuh made his way over after setting up his equipment, squinting at the other old man before looking to the young man. "Where's yer food?" "Uhhh..my food? Well my food was on my table in my tent last I checked..."
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 17, 2015 18:53:14 GMT -5
"No bugs or usual pests appear at the area. Earth is red in color...sky appears reddish as well...curious." The thin and pale Bartrand of Blackwater stands near the slaves who set up his tent, a small leather-bound journal open as he scribbles down information with a piece of wrapped black led, simple and easy to sharpen with a knife. His black robes provide adequate cover in the jungle heat, after all, every outfit provided little to no protection from it, so his black robes were at least comfortable even when soaked. Around his neck was his maesters chain, something that even when he'd long left the order, he couldn't bring himself to part with. Its many links of many metals gleaming differently in the sun, the silver, led, black iron, pewter, tin, copper, and of course, valyrian steel link, being one of many different fields of study. He'd taken extensive notes on the diseases and states of death since he'd come to this place, the one poor fellow with all those spiders still strange. He glanced around the area, and hoped whatever strange circumstance repelled the creatures of this damned country, it applied to those as well. Even as a man as cold as Bartrand could be, such creatures still managed to stir a deep revulsion, and fear. Bartrand could tell there was definitely something off here. The 'tomb' itself was definitely overpowering to him in terms of sheer dread while over by the slave camp he could also tell there might be something afoot. Apart from the main structure there were other mounds about, presumably with more things that were waiting to be unearthed. The earth's strange colour here was definitely not natural, perhaps work of some strange sorcery. When Bartrand listens intently enough he could hear someone's shouting coming from the other side of the tomb's door.
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 17, 2015 18:56:10 GMT -5
Saera looked at the door more closely, looking for signs of weakness or even hidden catches or locks. Perhaps it would be easier to get inside than they had at first thought. Nothing catches Saera's eye. It seemed to be a normal door apart from the inscriptions on it. Some of her men stood around waiting for her orders.
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Post by Marlow on May 17, 2015 21:03:37 GMT -5
Inuh made his way over after setting up his equipment, squinting at the other old man before looking to the young man. "Where's yer food?" "Uhhh..my food? Well my food was on my table in my tent last I checked..." Inuh stared at the man, wondering how many falls he caught himself headfirst with as a child.
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 17, 2015 21:41:05 GMT -5
"Uhhh..my food? Well my food was on my table in my tent last I checked..." Inuh stared at the man, wondering how many falls he caught himself headfirst with as a child. Kano stared back blankly. He looked to Saera, "Are your men hungry?"
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on May 17, 2015 22:14:33 GMT -5
Bartrand is silent as he stares at one of the mounds of dirt, kicking it with his foot lightly as the red color of the dirt stained a bit on his boots. Red was not a color the soil here should have been, it was more fit for regions far north of here, then in the middle of his gods forsaken place.
He made his way towards the structure that had been unearthed, lilac eyes glancing towards the men forced to work, their states making him feel a twinge of pity he did well to stamp down. This wasn't westeros, and this far east, the world was curler, and while warmer in heat, was colder in heart. As he approached the structure, he felt a strange stirring of dread, one he had not felt in a long time, and whose origin he could place well. It was the dread of staring at 3 dead bodies, killed by poison wine, and a need to run away. He shock such memories from himself, notebook and pen ready as he approached the door, looking to get a tracing of the designs with his wrapped led.
He was going to place the paper on the door when he stopped, blinking in surprise. Could that have been? No, it couldn't have been. He stood there in silence, simply staring as he gulped nervously. He had been hearing things, that must have been it. Resolved to prove his hearing wrong, he leaned closer to the door, closing his eyes as he pressed it gently against the cold black surface.
He heard it, muffled as it was. What sounded like shouting, coming from right behind the door. Bartrand's eyes widened slowly, his hands clutching his notebook tightening like a death grip as he backed away, nearly stumbling back as he stared at the door with wide, fearful eyes.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 17, 2015 22:28:03 GMT -5
Kano listened to the old man's story. "It's the door to the tomb of life," he went over to the door and pointed to the lettering and looked thoughtful. "Or it could be tomb of death actually." He grinned at the sinister depictions of dead bodies. "I thought these bodies were people sleeping at first but now that I think about it they could actually be dead. Or asleep...waiting for their spirits to go to heaven or hell." He tapped his cheek. "Dead bodies eh? Ha! Suppose we could just sprinkle someones blood over the door and see if that works. Or a dead slave might do it! Those Valyrians, had the most creative uses for slaves, let me tell you. Why, one sect of the place liked to keep this large oiled wood handles, and when..." Yarp tugs on his arm, and the man shakes his head "but besides the point. Hmmmm, let me look at these symbols myself."
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