Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 14, 2011 0:29:16 GMT
[OOC:
As far as I know, no decision was reached. We can't leave these two characters frozen in the middle of the action forever though, especially if one or both have been permanently abandoned. This is never an ideal situation, but this post will hopefully help brings things to a more convenient stop, regardless of whether the characters are reactivated. Here's hoping.]
*The noises of feet and bones grow louder, until they come to an echoey halt in the cavern.
And Mrs. Grimwold sighs.* [OOC: Last seen in A Journey Begins.]
Mrs. Grimwold: Ah, it's good to be back. Even if it is just to chuck out me rubbish. *She rattles her sack of bones and puts it down.* Grimmy, 'e'll pick 'em clean and belch 'em dry, but will 'e clear 'em out? Will 'e 'eck. And Young Grimwold's never around. What's the point in an ogre 'o can speak if 'e never stops by for an 'eart-to-'eart with 'is dear old mum? Mind you, everyone seems to 'ave better things to do these days. Dunno where that snooty old Lillith is if she ain't 'ere. Suits me though. If I 'adn't been using this as me tip, I'd move in and claim squatter's rights! *Cackle.* Speaking of which...
*Mrs. G. smacks her lips and squats, as if preparing to do something unspeakable into the chasm. On the cusp of scarring the unnoticed onlookers for life, she thinks better of it.*
Mrs. Grimwold: Nah. I'll save it 'til I get 'ome. Grimmy does like the smell. Rightio...
*Mrs. Grimwold picks up the sack again, preparing to dump it. Once more she pauses, remembering that there was a time when all these bones could have been put to use. She allows herself a moment of hope and emits a shrill whistle.*
Mrs. Grimwold: FESTUS!! 'Ere, boy. I got bones. This is yer last chance.
*Festus doesn't come.*
Mrs. Grimwold: Worthless mutt. When Young Grimwold finds you and drags you 'ome, you'll be sorry.
*Mrs. Grimwold gives a wistful sniff, deposits some phlegm into the chasm, then flings the sack after it before leaving the cavern.
However, her whistle has been heard. Creatures are approaching the cavern, and before long they arrive.*
Cavernwraiths. Bright white yet ice cold, forlorn yet pitiless, shrouds in need of bodies. Two whip towards Drago and Stiletta. This, surely, is not the bout between the sheets they'd been hoping for...*
*Assuming the thieves get the better of the cavernwraiths, be it through evasion or confrontation (they are susceptible to certain blades, after all), there is more to come. Another wraith sweeps over. It's different: it looks somewhat like a cloak, and it's black, with the exception of some alarming smears of chalk. It seems to expand as it approaches, enveloping Stiletta and then billowing towards Drago. And a voice can be heard. A voice that Drago has heard at least once before.
"I'll be seeing you soon... Drago."
The wraith will not be eluded. It takes Drago, into darkness, into unconsciousness.
Some time later, Mrs. Grimwold's bag full of bones smashes, splits and splinters against a stony floor.*
[OOC: When Drago and/or Stiletta wake up, they will be in cells in separate parts of the Dungeon. Escape will be a possibility, as will rescue. If anyone else wishes to be involved in such a storyline when the time comes, please PM me and we can work out what's feasible.]
Your current active characters would need to be withdrawn from the action ... as for Stiletta, it ... depends partly on what you want. Perhaps you and Drago ... could discuss it and decide what would be best.
As far as I know, no decision was reached. We can't leave these two characters frozen in the middle of the action forever though, especially if one or both have been permanently abandoned. This is never an ideal situation, but this post will hopefully help brings things to a more convenient stop, regardless of whether the characters are reactivated. Here's hoping.]
*The noises of feet and bones grow louder, until they come to an echoey halt in the cavern.
And Mrs. Grimwold sighs.* [OOC: Last seen in A Journey Begins.]
Mrs. Grimwold: Ah, it's good to be back. Even if it is just to chuck out me rubbish. *She rattles her sack of bones and puts it down.* Grimmy, 'e'll pick 'em clean and belch 'em dry, but will 'e clear 'em out? Will 'e 'eck. And Young Grimwold's never around. What's the point in an ogre 'o can speak if 'e never stops by for an 'eart-to-'eart with 'is dear old mum? Mind you, everyone seems to 'ave better things to do these days. Dunno where that snooty old Lillith is if she ain't 'ere. Suits me though. If I 'adn't been using this as me tip, I'd move in and claim squatter's rights! *Cackle.* Speaking of which...
*Mrs. G. smacks her lips and squats, as if preparing to do something unspeakable into the chasm. On the cusp of scarring the unnoticed onlookers for life, she thinks better of it.*
Mrs. Grimwold: Nah. I'll save it 'til I get 'ome. Grimmy does like the smell. Rightio...
*Mrs. Grimwold picks up the sack again, preparing to dump it. Once more she pauses, remembering that there was a time when all these bones could have been put to use. She allows herself a moment of hope and emits a shrill whistle.*
Mrs. Grimwold: FESTUS!! 'Ere, boy. I got bones. This is yer last chance.
*Festus doesn't come.*
Mrs. Grimwold: Worthless mutt. When Young Grimwold finds you and drags you 'ome, you'll be sorry.
*Mrs. Grimwold gives a wistful sniff, deposits some phlegm into the chasm, then flings the sack after it before leaving the cavern.
However, her whistle has been heard. Creatures are approaching the cavern, and before long they arrive.*
Cavernwraiths. Bright white yet ice cold, forlorn yet pitiless, shrouds in need of bodies. Two whip towards Drago and Stiletta. This, surely, is not the bout between the sheets they'd been hoping for...*
*Assuming the thieves get the better of the cavernwraiths, be it through evasion or confrontation (they are susceptible to certain blades, after all), there is more to come. Another wraith sweeps over. It's different: it looks somewhat like a cloak, and it's black, with the exception of some alarming smears of chalk. It seems to expand as it approaches, enveloping Stiletta and then billowing towards Drago. And a voice can be heard. A voice that Drago has heard at least once before.
"I'll be seeing you soon... Drago."
The wraith will not be eluded. It takes Drago, into darkness, into unconsciousness.
Some time later, Mrs. Grimwold's bag full of bones smashes, splits and splinters against a stony floor.*
[OOC: When Drago and/or Stiletta wake up, they will be in cells in separate parts of the Dungeon. Escape will be a possibility, as will rescue. If anyone else wishes to be involved in such a storyline when the time comes, please PM me and we can work out what's feasible.]