Waysoftheearth's Hinterlands PBP
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| Nay, the others inside are preoccupied with their own affairs. This is a private Highbough moment--for now.mushgnome wrote:(loudly enough, he hopes, that his companions within will hear him and investigate)
Dorgan replies, "Don't wait on me. Soon as them with the orb is ready ta go, we move."Eris wrote:Speaking in a low voice, not much above a whisper he says, "We can't remain here long. We are still missing Gustave and there are still active enemies in this pile. If we can completely clear this place then we can all get a good rest."
"How long before everyone is ready to move out again?' he asks, glancing at the group gathered around the orb in the corner, then at Dieter and Dorgan.
Olaf nods in agreement, "Yeah."sully wrote:Dorgan replies, "Don't wait on me. Soon as them with the orb is ready ta go, we move."Eris wrote:Speaking in a low voice, not much above a whisper he says, "We can't remain here long. We are still missing Gustave and there are still active enemies in this pile. If we can completely clear this place then we can all get a good rest."
"How long before everyone is ready to move out again?' he asks, glancing at the group gathered around the orb in the corner, then at Dieter and Dorgan.
It has been a long time since Highbough conversed with a fluent speaker of Infernal, and he is enjoying the electric feel of the words in his mouth. His plan is to keep the shadow-being engaged in conversation until the surprise wears off and he can act normally...waysoftheearth wrote:Outside the Reliquary (Highbough is here)
| Nizzib, the crafty creature, has already passed over the trapped step; it is some way up the flight. And he has passed beyond the closed trapdoor too... |
"Hunterrrr, Night Cat is Hunterrrr," hisses Nizzib, rocking back and forth on its haunches in the dark shadows. Highbough hasn't really got a decent look at the creature as yet; it is still 40ft down the passage, and insists on staying of the light cast from the reliquary.
"Miiiine number is always miiiine own Night Cat, Hunterrrrr," it cackles more slowly now, a hint of suspicion entering it's tone. "Annnnd yourrrrs? What's yourrrrs number Night Cat??" it snarls, pawing it's way forward another 5ft, stopping on the very verge between shadow and the dimmest light, listening, and peering past Highbough and into the reliquary...