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The gathering hall of room eleven had been reduced to a bloodstained mess. A brigand laid in two pieces. Portions of his upper chest had been missing. The large tables that once filled the room had been shattered. Scraps of wood littered the gore.
"Gonna have to send men to clean this up when we're done here." The soldier guiding them said as stepped around the carnal mess. On Yukimura's orders, he was to take @deacon, Grant, Ethan, and @writer to the hidden passage that scouts had come across.
Stepping through a thin hole in the wooden wall, they were lead to a carved tunnel hidden. He lifted the leafy cover, revealing a small lantern. Its light shined upon dirt walls. Rotting wood sat as weak support.
"There were traps down there and we don't know what lays beyond the door, so good luck men. A troop shouldn't be too far behind us. They'll help me secure this hatch and make sure no one comes behind you."
Ethan stood with more scrapes, bruises, and bandages than he would have liked. In truth, he knew he shouldn't have come along, but he wasn't going to abandon Northella now. There was no pride in a black eye, but there wasn't any 'honor' in leaving an ally behind. If he was going to take their training methods, than Mai was right. It was time Ethan at least tried to adopt their standards. Like it or not, he was definitely more Hoshidan now.
The wanderer glanced down the hole, then looked to Northella. "Dark tunnels huh? Shouldn't be any different from the dark alleys weaving Windmire together." He sighed and glanced to the others around him.
He found comfort in those around him. The closest one to a stranger was Grant, but their short fight together went well enough and he seemed to have a good heart. Deacon seemed to be almost in the same boat that Ethan was in. That was enough in the wanderer's book.
"You two going to be ready?" Ethan asked.
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Grant came at the lead seeing as he had the key in hand. In all honesty, he did not want to be in the lead. Not out of cowardice or fearful emotion per say. It was instead because he knew that the heavier units would stand more of chance against any incoming projectiles or attacks while he gave them a support of some sort. The young man had his pride, but to know one’s weakness when it came was a valuable aspect of a person, especially in combat. Awareness of both your allies and your enemies was one of the many keys to victory.
The mention of traps kept him even more so on guard though. True the soldier said there ‘were’ traps, meaning that they could have been cleared out. However, it would not hurt him(in fact, very much the opposite) to keep his senses sharp while down here. His right hand raised in greeting of the other three combatants. “Sir @deacon .” He nodded solemnly before turning to the blue haired warrior. “Small world, Sir Ethan .” Grant brought the master key up, waggling it slowly in the air. “Or rather, small continent. In any scenario, it is a pleasure to see you again.”
Lastly, he would cock his head lightly to face the taller woman. “And I suppose by whom the tactician mentioned, you must be Miss @writer .” He clapped his hands together once albeit lightly. The sound echoed throughout the tunnel. “As ready as physically and spiritually possible.” If he had not a semblance of self control the butler would just be jittering at the prospect of an enticing battle. Nevertheless, he kept himself calm and orderly.
Deacon rubbed his eyes for a moment at the sight of the two who were to accompany them. Indeed, Ethan , the blue-haired Ice Tribesman, was a surprising sight to see, but even more...
"Miss @writer !" the knight exclaimed with raised eyebrows, "I say! It's been a long time since we last saw each other! Truly I wish we had met under better circumstances, but surely we must catch up after all this horrible business is done and over with." He nodded his head and crossed his burly arms, "Aha, and yes, Sir Ethan. You and Grant are acquaintances? Small continent, indeed!"
To his question, he nodded his head, "I was born ready, as are my shield and spear."
He looked down the dark channel and let out a deep sigh, "Now! Given the looks of things... I have a bit of a plan brewing in this noggin of mine. Care to hear it?"
"Small world indeed." He said. "You've come pretty far from the docks. Tell me Grant, what brought you to an investigation liked this? You didn't seem like the type of person that sought out violence. Honestly, you're the last person I expected to see here."
Northella had yet to answer and the woman stood beside him, lost in some sort of distant daydream. Her eyes seemed softer and the way amber light played against the side of her gave her armor a dramatic glow. The wanderer shook his head, sure he was just making all of that up
"@deacon." Ethan turned over. "Good to see you out here. Maybe after this, we can finally get that lunch. Well, if we both survive." He sighed. "Things haven't gone to well for me. It's uh, a harsh reminder."
The scout glanced up. "What's your idea sir Deacon?"
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
“Well.” The butler adjusted his collar lightly. “Ends have got to be met one way or another,” he said in a composed, yet casual tone. “Being a butler is not as profitable in times of war as one would think.” Replied Grant to Ethan .
True, he had little work to do aside from keeping himself alive. however, having to omit the fact that he rather enjoyed combat left a bad taste in his mouth. A lie of omission is still a lie and he disdained any sort of untruth, especially when one came from himself. Not that he exactly had a choice in the matter. If he did not, he would have done an excellent job at coming off as a psychopath. Furthermore, he enjoyed the act of fighting- not the bloodshed which it most of the time might involve.
What had been done was now in the past, best not to dwell on it for too long. Grant turned to face @deacon , presumably to listen along as he answered.
Deacon brushed his long mustache as he collected his helmet to his side, "Very well. Given that this is a narrow tunnel, I have the mind to take this operation as quickly and smoothly as possible. We knights shall take point and advance ahead with shields forward. I will attach a lantern to the end of my lance and light our path." He pointed to the two other men, "You two would take the rear guard and take either combative or defensive positions to help bring down opposition." He furrowed his brows deeply, "... I won't rule the possibility of an overhead ambush. If the ceiling is perhaps made of wood, then we have reason to be wary that enemies may very well attempt to drop on us."
The knight nodded his head, "Any questions or opposing strategies? Or shall we get this subjugation finished in time for supper?" @writer GrantEthan
Northella had been following the group silently now from the rear for a few minutes. She wanted to not get ambushed and to do that she took it upon herself to now move to the back but during that time Ethan, Grant, and Deacon quickly bombarded her with questions causing her to pop a vein in her forehead as stress came to the forefront. Her whole body trembled with a bit of anger as she sassed, "Yeah, yeah, I know all you three save for the butler. And well, duh, these hallways are small, narrow and somewhat creepy like Windmire. Zhara is from Nohr after all or have you all forgotten we're trying to take him in?"
She noticed that while she was continuing to walk with her naginata on her shoulder the group had kind of stopped and meandered too to discuss strategy. She would then look back at Deacon realizing he had been the one to start this and uttered, "If it's all right can we not discuss anymore strategy. I have a feeling this guy Zhara's going to change up our plans on a fly anyway. If you want I'll take the front but we need to get this done quickly... there's no telling who is in this particular room."
She didn't want to get caught up in a fight like the last one she'd fought with Ethan. He'd almost died and the fact of the matter is she would have too if he hadn't clung to life and taken the brunt of the stronger attacker's hits in the room they were last in. It still bothered her the fact they were up against these people yet were given the chance to ambush them to even their seemingly poor odds. Having four people to a room like this was a start, however, Northella knew that nor Deacon could probably move fast enough to keep up if things got a little too heated. Their armored suits really didn't let them. She now moved to the front though and waited for Deacon to get into position like his plan required.
"I suppose having the knights lead isn't a terrible idea, but she's right. We need speed. These people have to know that we're attacking them now. So be weary." He sighed. "So be careful. If the knights are leading, I'll bring up rear. It's best if we leave Grant in the middle of us. That way he can hit us all with that staff of his. Other than that, we need to stay fluid. @writer is right. We don't fully know the situation so we need to be open. Let's get going."
Ethan knelt beside the rat hole, waiting for his companions to drop inside. His sword held firm and determination whipped across his scarred face. He hadn't exactly proved himself to Northella, but he was going't to. He had no idea why it was important, maybe it was proving something to himself. So far, all he had proven was that he needed more practice.
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
His greeting had apparently been ignored and for more salt in his wounds he was now relegated to the position of being a healing slave. “Right, let us.” Uttered the butler with the most minute hint of annoyance he attempted to surpress. He knew all too well that he was too weak in comparison to their heavily armoured bodies to be in the front. Along with that- too unacquainted with them to suggest a different strategy without coming off as standoffish. So he just kept to himself.
Perhaps if he were a troubadour, he would be much more content in having to mindlessly carry out the orders of others. Perhaps.
In any case, he would not bicker with the three about his position. One of the many factors to a successful band was a healthy group mentality after all. He took comfort in the fact that they planned out their moves ahead of time instead of simply rushing in. The butler simply had to sallow his own pride and admit that he was not strong enough- that much he could do for their sakes.
“Shall we move onward?” The butler drew both of his bronze daggers with a swift shift of his hands- facing them downwards in his grasp.
Deacon stared thoughtfully as they shared their opinions, then nodded his head at Ethan's formation strategy, and at Grant's urging, "Yes, good. Let's get going then."
With lance and shield in hand, Deacon took point with @writer and proceeded down the tunnel. The cramped space would make lance usage a little more difficult, and a sword would definitely have benefited him for close quarters combat. He'll just have to give himself some distance between any resistance they come across.
Even so, he digressed. There was no telling how far this tunnel would go!
The subterranean grounds closed around the armored soldiers. On occasion their steel shoulders rubbed against brittle dirt. Clumps of earth would fall behind them. The rotting support beams revealed their age. Some planks lay cracking, ready to give in and let the roof collapse. Others, had blade marks. The ground broke and the group was forced to step over sharp punji sticks. Dried blood coated its splintered bamboo. Light grew scarce the further the group ventured. Lanterns or torches would provide a soft glow, leaving the rest of the tunnel to its earthly darkness.
The tunnel ended with a large, stone door. Strange carvings littered it. Its apparent story was that of strange dragons and forgotten sacrifices. A humanoid figure stood in the center of the door. Its hand risen, there was an key-like indention above its open palm.
Upon seeing the door, Deacon let out a breath of astonishment. This was an ancient place!
"They were excavating?" the knight said as he studied the door, "What a strange door this is!" He raised his lance along the carvings of the stone door, "It appears to be a narrative of some kind! Ah, if only we had a scholar with us, perhaps we would know what this all means!" The lance was sheathed as he attempted to push the door, but even with all his strength, he couldn't even get it to budge. "Hmph... locked tighter than a locksmith's private chest." Grant @writer Ethan
Gripping tightly around the hilts of his daggers, he inched backwards. With brows knit and eyes narrowed, the butler’s gaze traced along the door just as an extra precaution. Instead of a trap, he was greeted by intricate art crafted from smooth rock. Not only that, but it told a tale of sorts. If only he had more time to examine it’s make, he would do so.
Unfortunately from what he had seen, the outlaws which inhabited the dungeon were involved in human trafficking. The longer they took, the higher the chance that more bandits were escaping with captives. His resolve to end their spree strengthened.
“Allow me,” Grant held up the Master key between his index finger and thumb. A pity considering he was hoping to save the key for a scenario that would prove more beneficial. Awareness of his own selfish intent only cleansed any hesitation he had to inserting the key into the indentation.
If the perpetrators of vile crimes stood behind this door, he would make sure to deal them their just rewards. That was, if they were even there in the first place.
Aging stone reluctantly shifted. Dirt fell from the ceiling as the stone pulled into tunnel walls. A dimly lit hall stretched beyond it, most details lost to the inky darkness hanging torches broke. Light refused the ground. The end of the tunnel was brightly lit, with several hanging lanterns revealing a split in the hall.
Navigating the dim hall can be dangerous. The lead unit, @deacon must pass a skill check. Roll a d6, then multiply the number against your skill. Roll a d100 against that new number.
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