Private The Evening is wiser than the Morning.[EWM]

[Shew]

Mortified and throughly chastened, he thinks they had two days to prepare and yet they all still seemed ramshackle, he deems no response is probably best as they are approaching the doors, then changes his mind. "Andante, I never meant to leave you behind. Um you seem to have a few purple smudges on your face other than the warpaint, and these..." pulling two arrows and putting them back in the right way "Are upside down, Sorry if I made you rush here, to catch up." Takes out a small handcercheif and licks it then cleans the smudges from her face gently almost craddling her face and watching her eyes to see where they look, then turns and continues...Arriving at the door, he pauses and lets everyone assemble.

 

[Rathalos_lord_of_the_sky]

Rath watches as the others arrive at the door.
Rath looks around... (Great how am I going to get down?...Hmm if i hang from this head looking thing and then down to the concrete thing I could mabye take the fall.)
Rath moves down hanging from some part of the head he doesnt reconize. Then he drops down to the concrete bar. "Here goes nothing" He says to himself as he lets go. Rath hits the ground and tucks into a roll he hits the door landing upside down. "Hahaha I've had better landings..."

"Anyway I'm ready Bruyn. I'll follow behind." Rath walks over to Tappit. "You look nervous... Ya know. I've never seen a dwemer ruin. I don't know what lies ahead... Besides the spider... I hate spiders. Too many eyes or something. Either way I got your back."

"Happy Hunting Freinds."

 

[rizen]

The reassurances from Rathalos and Duvaindes did little to calm Tappit's nerves, he could hear undertones of reluctance in their voices likely from how intimidating the structures are surrounding us he thought. Still, it was somewhat comforting to be in companionship of these adventurers and although the reassurances sounded reluctant, he believed they'd meant what they'd said. Either very brave or crazy.

He looked back across the river to Calcelmo, who had handed over the dwarven sword to his assistant and was now watching them while scribbling quick notes in his journal. Tappit's jaw hung open in realisation. That old crone doesn't think we're coming back out!!. Tappit waved an obscene hand gesture to Calcelmo that he'd learnt from a thief many years ago, when learning fragments of another language, it was always the naughty words that stuck.
As Calcelmo turned away from the gesture, Tappit felt a little better and more determined.

Either very brave or crazy.

He nodded at the others "When you're ready". Tappit was.

 

[Gemini Sierra]

Geminus finished adjusting his helmet and looked up just in time to see the Breton gracefully dismount the ornamental head over the door. "Well graceful up to the landing, which he totally botched." He chuckled to himself. The the Breton stood up and walked up to Tappit and said he'd never been in Dwemer ruins and that the only thing he knew that lie ahead of them was a spider. "A spider, I wonder what kind, how big, how many," Geminus thought, "they can spit venom from a good distance and are quick when they want to be and where there's one there's usually a few more." Geminus looked over the Breton and wondered what he did, "Mage he quessed as he didn't see any obvious weapons or bulky armor."

As Geminus approached the door he observed Tappit make an unfamiliar gesture back towards Calcelmo and announce he's ready to go. "He should be interesting to watch, never seen a bard in a fight, other than in the taverns." As far as Gemius could tell he had no armor, but he did wear a rather unique looking leather vest over his other clothes and other than the lute, he had a dagger on his belt for a weapon.

Bruynzeel, the Khajiit was in light armor, carried a menacing looking bow and quiver across his back and a katana for a sword. "Not your typical weapon there..." He was quiet as he moved, probably trained as a scout or maybe a thief. He was waiting for the group to muster up to the doors.

The Bosmer, "Andante was what he called her," wore similar armor to the Khajiit and had two slim one handed swords on her belt. From the style of the hilts, he guessed they were made of ebony. Across her back she had a bow and her quiver of arrows. She still seemed a bit miffed at the cat as she jined the group at the door.

The young Altmer, High Elf, "What was the name he called her... Duva," was wearing a form of leather armor he wasn't familiar with from the hood on her head to boots, that was very dark in color but with an interesting brighter colored piping across the back like a scar maybe. "Interesting markings, wonder what it means..." She also had a bow and a dagger for weapons.

Last but not least, there was the other Imperial whose name he didn't know yet. The one with the eye and markings. "One-eye...", he thought with a smirk. "He looks like a mage too..." he guessed by the robes he wore and no other apparent armor or weapons.

"A diverse and interesting looking group..." he thought as he came up to the group waiting at the door.

"I am ready as well."

 

[A.Auditore]

notices the sign Tappit threw up thinking to herself "Hmm naw couldn't be" double checks to make sure she has everything, looks into her bag, enough health poitions to last to the end of the trip and extra if need be, then looks at her gear to make sure everything is tied and not lose, runs her fingers over the 2 symbols she sewed to her wrist, double checks the sharpness of her dagger and puts it away, then checks her bow, good flexability, and enough arrows "Alright I think I am all set let us move on"

 

[Reiji]

Smiling at Duva's comment, Michael stood mesmerized by what he saw. The entrance to the ruins were massive. To think such a thing could be abandoned for so long and still be in such perfect condition. The Dwemer were true craftsman. The large face monuments, the machinery, the columns. They were as if no time had passed since their builders died out. "Amazing..." Although he had read much about the Dwemer, this was the first time Michael had gone into and seen them for himself.

Walking behind the group, Michael kept his eyes on the walls and machinery. He could hear the chattering of the rest of the group. "Geminus... must be the guy the barkeeper was talking about. Well the more people we have the better the chances of us getting out of here in one piece" he thought as he reached the doors. As the others checked their weapons and prepared themselves mentally, Michael could see the frustration on Bryun's face. "I'm ready".

 

[Andante]

She stepped back from him, and for the first time glanced around at the ruins. Though they were partially collapsed, the smooth stone still seemed so impressively pristine. She wasn't exactly well versed in the history of the Dwemer and their culture, they'd never truly interested her, only that they had disappeared some great time ago without a trace. The only thing left were these ruins, spread throughout the land, and whatever fragments of culture they contained. Her thoughts were disrupted by Bruynzeel, blotting tenderly at her face, to which she responded with a slight jolt of shock.

"Hm?" She looked down, seeing the last smudged remains of paint on the cloth. Her eyes met his and narrowed in embarassment, though her face failed to show it, and she brushed his hand away gently, feeling a bit patronized. "Don't..." She told him with a sigh, sitting down on a bit of crumbled pillar as he straightened the arrows in her quiver. Her face softened a bit as she unsheathed the dagger from it's small leather binding near her boot and held it up to her eye to inspect. "Forget it..."

She put the dagger back with a quick, fluid motion and looked toward Geminus with whom she'd not yet been aquainted. With a strained smile and a slight nod in recognition she greeted him from afar, assuming someone had at least remembered her in name before him. Over the knight's shoulders she saw Tappit with his hands raised toward the less than enthused looking Calcelmo, who ignored the apparent insult with a roll of his eyes. "Heh..." She muttered under her breath, standing and stretching her legs gently, wandering toward him. "Up to your antics again already, I see, and we've barely begun. He's seen so many disappear down there it's a wonder the guilt doesn't keep him from letting us go. Hmph, fanaticism will take you there." She crossed her arms, also looking sourly toward the studious Altmer.

With a last look at her weapons, and ensuring they were properly secured, she took one short walk around the cavern. She'd always fancied herself an appreciative student of the world, however informally, and decided though knowledge was not her reason for being here, it was worth at least a look around. She came back to the group, some of whom she could see were becoming restless, and it gave her a sort of wolfish grin she rarely bore. "I'm ready...should you all be."

 

[A.Auditore]

As the group enters into the excavation site they enter in the following order:
Bruynzeel and Duvaindes in the front
Andante and Michael behind them
Rathalos and Gemini following them
and Tappit following in the back of the group

 

[Rathalos_lord_of_the_sky]

Rath looks over to Gemini.
"I don't believe we formally met. I'm Rathalos, I handle mostly major injuries. Broken bones to be exact, but I can handle minor wounds as well. Though Bruyn hasd yet to see me really work. I assume thats why he believes we still need a healer." Rath takes a pause looking at the broken walls and colums. "But I don't mind. If he wants to replace me then so be it. Hahaha gives me more free time to spend with the group... And others." Rath thinks back to Tori.

"So what about you?"

 

[Gemini Sierra]

As they passed through the doors, Geminus caught sight of another remarkable sight, a long passageway with several stone staircases leading off to what would have been other areas if the surrounding rocks hadn't caved in. The stonework was amazing and over the archway past the first set of doors was another one of the metal statues he'd seen outside. It looked like a bronze skeletal figure standing on round shields with a long blade for one hand and a crossbow for another.

Looking at the statue he said aloud to no one in particular, "I hope those things are always statues, I don't think I'd like to meet one in person."

He turned to Rathalos who had just introduced himself, "Well met Rathalos, I am Geminus Sierrus. Don't sell yourself short sir, I'm sure that when the time comes, we may need all the healing abilities we can get. I'm sure that Qa'Bruynzeel didn't intend to replace you, but to give the group more options. So, how far have you gotten in the Restoration arts? Is that your only specialty? I myself have trained quite extensively in the Restoration Arts, but am no master of it... yet. The rest of the time I trained for combat." He smiles.

 

[Rathalos_lord_of_the_sky]

Rath smiles (Ah somone else trained in the art?)
"Well my father was a healer and was teaching me to become the next healer of our town.... But then bandits attacked the town killing everyone. I survived by hiding under the house. I ran at the first chance and made my way to skyrim."
Rath sighs.
"I'm far from an expert. I know only few healing spells, most of my knowledge is of the bones. Haha a healing spell doesn't always fix a broken arm or leg, and what happens if you take an arrow to the knee? You might as well give up adventuring and become something useless like a town gaurd. Met a guard like that once. Took an arrow to the left knee. Odd he limped on his right, chased me just fine when I stole his sweetroll too."
Rath looks at Geminus.
"Oh yes! My point? Well then I can not only fix broken limbs but with the required materials i can replace them. Sure they wont be as good as the old, but mine seem to fair better than a peg leg like some pirate of something. I also train in tela-ka-niesis I was never able to pronouce that word. You know its the magic where you light stuff, and move things with your mind. Always loved it growing up, being the only child in town I had to find some way to entertain myself so i would have contest with the older folks and see who could lift the most. I never made it past a table. But I did learn some neat tricks like using it to push off of stuff. Other than that i dont really use magic for combat. I like my bow and fathers dagger just fine."

The scent of change fills the air.

Rath draws his bow...

 

[rizen]

Following the group into the dimly lit ruins, Tappit's eyes are drawn to yet another guardian statue mounted above the archway. He hears Gemini's comment about it and completely agrees. Tappit scans the area for movement, the dark corners, the ceilings, the piles of rocks...far too many dark corners...and then there were those enormous cobwebs. Tappit frowned.

The lighting system the dwarves had in place still worked which was a credit to their craftsmanship and less taxing on Tappit's nerves. However, now was not the time for considering which was worse, hearing something scuttling after you or actually seeing it.
The group ushered forward, they passed an abandoned cart with dwemer artifacts strewn about the floor, plates, bowls and scrap metal. "Something's terribly wrong here" he whispered. Tappit grabbed the pick-axe that had been left aside on a dusty barrel. This would help...he hoped.

The group reached the other end of the hall, there was only one adjoining corridor that remained intact, the other paths had been blocked by collapse, likely years ago.
Tappit pulled back the pick-axe and tightened his grip...he could see more light emitted from down the accessible corridor. Rath had drawn his bow too. "Pssst...hey...Rath" Tappit whispered ,whilst waving the pick-axe "wanna trade weapons?"

 

[A.Auditore]

listening but not paying attention to the others converstations, she starts glancing around not paying attention to were she steps, suddenly her foot catches a lose pick-axe on the floor and starts falling forward, holding her hands out to break her fall

 

[Reiji]

Michael followed behind Bryun and Duva as they entered the ruins. His eyes were glued to the archway directly in-front of them. "So that's a Dwarven Sphere... the books were right, they do look semi-human" he mumbled to himself. Overhearing Tappit ask Rath for a weapon change, Michael turned to look at them in amusement but was startled by a sudden noise in-front of him. He turned around and saw Duva flailing around after tripping over a pick-axe. He quickly took a few steps forward and grabbed Duva by the arm and pulled her back to keep her from falling. "Attacking the floor eh?"

 

[A.Auditore]

being pulled back by michael she steadys herself and turns to face michael "If they cleaned up after themselves, who ever they were, I wouldn't have....." voice trails off as she stares into the distance and points "Baby spiders!" quickly readies her bow and takes aim at the incoming gang of spiders

 

[Reiji]

Noticing the incoming spiders, Michael cast icebolt spells in both his hands. "Looks like they sent the welcoming party" he said jokingly as he stepped off to the side. He then dual casted an Icebolt which impaled 2 spiders. "2 spiders 1 spear? Haha"

 

[A.Auditore]

laughs "Ha Ice" smiles as she places an arrow, pulls the drawstring back, releases sending the arrow wizzing through the air and planting itself right between the spiders fangs "Ooooh... hmm"

 

[Shew]

When the group reassembles

Bruynzeel quietly turns in toword the center of the group starts to crouch and says, lightly so it doesn't pass past the adventurers "Those statues... aren't. and if they ever do activate we are all in for a fight,... they never stop... ever... its a kill or destroy proposition with them. They can be bypassed, they can be lead into their own traps. but aside form "killing it" it won't stop, can't be charmed, and impervious to most types of magic, and poisons.. Speaking of which there is a skittering around somewhere below, light and many so not our target yet, but probably its spawn. And they spit poisons and webbing, as well as have a nasty look and bite. But hate flame not as much as a troll though, and charms do work on them. Keep at a distance and dodge or dance with them they don't turn fast."

"You'll want to loot as you go, but I recommend on the return trip to these doors would be a better time."
after fanning his head back and forth across the group during that he then in turn looks at and says "Oh and even though they are called frost spiders they don't like ice either, Well done Michael. Duva, you alright? And could you watch your step?"

 

[rizen]

Tappit watches in both horror and amazement, those things were bigger than he thought they would be, what's worse he had heard Duvaindes call them baby spiders. He clapped Michael on the back "Very impressive sai Michael" it was indeed an impressive shot, and much better to observe those horribly ugly insects both dead and from a distance.
He crouched on cue and listened intently as Bruynzeel spoke "Sooooo...the spiders" he questioned in a hushed tone "...are they immune to their own poison?". Perhaps a stupid question, but he'd had the intention of smearing the ends of the pick across one of the dead spider's mandibles.

 

[A.Auditore]

walks over to the spider she shot with the arrow, removes it, examines the tip "Bruyn relax will you, it was just a matter of miss placed footing is all, Im Ok" turns around and flashes him her wolfish grin "only worry if maybe by chance I get poison in my eyes or something" turns around and looks down the corridor "Hmm looks like a tight fitting down this way we might have to go in one at a time....any volunteers??"