Immersive Ink

waysoftheearth wrote:
Time seems indeterminate in the steady dark of the dungeon.

Dieter sits with his back to the wall, watching the fire get steadily lower. he hears strange echoes and distant noises, but nothing that sounds urgently near. Still, it is an unsettling place to spend a night...

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He gets up to walk a slow perimeter of the chamber occasionally, more to keep himself alert than of any need to check the fixtures.

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When the fire has burned low, and he can hold his eyes open no longer, he rouses Padrig with a shove of his boot. When the Elf's eyes snap open the big fighting-Man finally strips off his own armour and tumbles thankfully to his bedroll and falls asleep immediately.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Padrig rises after just a few short hours of shut eye.

He is hardly rested, but forces himself to alertness by stoking up the dying cook fire with fuel from the Ogres' stores, and then making a stealthy round of the perimeter, checking that the suspended rope, the barricades and the bolted door.

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All seems to be in good order, so he settles himself to keep watch for a few hours yet...

The dungeon is eerily quiet, Padrig observes suspiciously as he sits and waits... perhaps too quiet?

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Time drags on with the orange glow of the crackling fire a tiny island of light in an oppressive ocean of foreboding dark...

Some time later, Padrig shakes himself back to alertness. Did he hear something? He listens intently, straining even his sharp Elvish ears. Was that a scrape of movement?

Padrig is half convinced he heard something moving beyond the front doors...

tombowings wrote:
Pellenwin, sore from a day of torture and rescue is sound asleep.

heartless wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote: Some time later, Padrig shakes himself back to alertness. Did he hear something? He listens intently, straining even his sharp Elvish ears. Was that a scrape of movement?

Padrig is half convinced he heard something moving beyond the front doors...

Padrig quitely wakes those near him Andaros and Thorgrim explaining,"Shhhh! I hear something, back me up if there is trouble and wake the others if need be."

Padrig goes to the doors and listens more with spear/shield in hand ready to defend.

waysoftheearth wrote:
"Huh, humph," grumbles Thorgrim between snores, then, "Wha, What?!" as he comes alert with a start.
"Morning already?" he begins to grumble then quietens down as he comprehends what Padrig is saying.

The steely eyed Andaros is apparently a far lighter sleeper, and he awakes soundlessly and nods to Padrig's whispers.

Both Andaros and Thorgrim lift their favoured weapons quietly off the floor and then stand ready in just their socks and gambeson in the low orange glow of the firelight, as Padrig creeps up to the door and listens intently...

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...his sharp ears discern a slow, careful movement beyond the double door. Someone, or something, might be creeping very quietly about. Did the door itself quiver -- almost imperceptably -- just now? Padrig listens on... what is that? A sound of spilling liquid perhaps?

"I can't hear a thing," hisses Thorgrim over loudly.

"Nor I," confirms Andaros, more carefully.

heartless wrote:
Padrig remembers Highbough said he would hold the door with a spell, but can't remember if he did it. He checks if it will open a crack and peeks out to see quickly what is happening out there. Based on what he sees he will retreat or attack. If it is spilling liquid that is not good.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Padrig has to rest his spear inside the door in order to lift the heavy bar off the door. This done, his is able to grab his spear again before pulling one of the double doors inward ever so slightly, just enough to peek into the pitch darkness beyond.

He spies no movement, and hears no sound beyond... or does he?

heartless wrote:
Padrig looks and listens and smells for liquids for a few seconds, then he will closes the door and puts the bar back on, and reports back to others he woke up, that he heard something out there but its gone for now.

verhaden wrote:
Mads the Fair

Mads yawns and raises an eyebrow "No doubt vermin attracted to the ogre stew and slaughter."

tombowings wrote:
"Well, if we're going to have company," says Pellenwin sleepily, "I might as well pull on my chain shirt."