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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 29, 2015 10:06:44 GMT -5
"I'll go," gammon said," stepping forward and putting his axe back in his sheath on his back. Saera nodded to Gammon. "Thank you. Keep your weapon to hand. We've got the rope to aid your descent." She turned to Myles, I want you to pass Gammon a lamp once he has descended, and then we'll watch the trapdoor for signs of activity below." She looked over at Bartrand. "Move aside, that's an order. I want the trapdoor opened."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on May 29, 2015 11:54:21 GMT -5
"I...I can't let you do that...I can't s-stop you...but I cannot s-sit idly by either..." He stammers uncertainly, clearly out of his element in this regard when it comes to having a spine. His hand shakes, even his foot resting upon the trap door shakes, but he still keeps his place.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 29, 2015 12:51:19 GMT -5
Gammor ties the rope to something securely, and goes to the edge, before looking expectantly, wanting to start.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 29, 2015 12:55:54 GMT -5
The old lysene watches the confrontation from a seated position on the stairs.
Ooc: trapdoor isn't open yet. Berts making a stand.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 29, 2015 13:03:18 GMT -5
Saera glared at Bartrand. "Move, or I will have the men remove you," she said firmly. "I have told you my plan and I expect you to abide by it. I am hardly forcing you to go down through the trapdoor yourself, as yet."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on May 29, 2015 13:06:01 GMT -5
Myles grabs a lamp and waits. He stares clearly annoyed with Bartrand disagreeing with the Captain.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on May 29, 2015 13:22:48 GMT -5
Bartrand stared at his commander in the eyes, his chain jingling slightly in the silent darkness as held his spot. He glances around, seeing the support, or lack thereof, he had. He glances towards her weapon, and as he stands in silence, he finally can take no more.
"Others Take You All..." he mutters as he removes his foot from the door, head downcast as he clears way for the others, his need to preserve his own life taking hold as he hangs his head in shame and defeat.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 29, 2015 13:39:05 GMT -5
Saera nodded and turned to Gammon. "You may continue," she said coolly. She made a mental note to keep an eye on Bartrand from now on.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 29, 2015 13:47:47 GMT -5
Gammor shrugged, not much caring, and started to descend into the hole after the door was open.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on May 29, 2015 13:58:34 GMT -5
Myles tied a rope to the lamp and started to lower it in the hole after Gammor. Trying to keep it close to him so he could see what he's descending into but not get it in his way either
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 29, 2015 21:20:43 GMT -5
When Gammor looked down the hole he saw skulls but after a moment he felt weightlessness and a loss of control and suddenly his body twisted and he fell on his back into another room. He stared up at the skulls on the ceiling now in this new chamber one that was exactly the same as he had left. The tortured screams were louder now and the stairs leading upwards had torches in sconces. He could hear chanting in some strange language. The lamp clatterd onto the floor beside him.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on May 29, 2015 22:21:10 GMT -5
Myles looked down into the hole. He was pretty sure the lamp wasn't attached to his rope anymore. He looked at the captain with mixed feelings of confusion and worry.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 30, 2015 0:27:32 GMT -5
Gammor held up the lamp, looking round. Skulls... Nice.
He looked up, seeing if he could see the rope he fell from,
If he was close enough, to hear chanting, maybe he was close enough to what was chanting for them to hear him if he yelled up. He looks round for a rock or loose skull, and threw it straight up, to try and show those above it was not too far... And he lived.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on May 30, 2015 2:25:41 GMT -5
Bartrand backed away from the door as soon as it was opened, as if something may come out and attack at any moment. He waits, and listens, with held breath. Uncertain what waits below.
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 30, 2015 7:00:14 GMT -5
Gammor held up the lamp, looking round. Skulls... Nice. He looked up, seeing if he could see the rope he fell from, If he was close enough, to hear chanting, maybe he was close enough to what was chanting for them to hear him if he yelled up. He looks round for a rock or loose skull, and threw it straight up, to try and show those above it was not too far... And he lived. OOC: Gammor is throwing down, the skulls are on the ceiling like they were in the first room. Gammor sees the slave who is hiding in a corner. Those in the room waiting for Gammor see an object fly out through the hole, arc in its trajectory then fall to the floor.
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