Shade and Apothecaria are in charge of the scouting mission; Breath (by proxy of Dream Stalker) and Loyal Beast (wraithlings) may also participate in the action. (Did I forget any one?) Why don't you take it on over to the Episode 19 thread, introduce yourself to the castaways...
Last Edit: Jan 25, 2013 23:50:00 GMT -6 by mushgnome
Breath of New Moon is primarily watchful for the return of the Kraken-beast.
"I've got you covered, Bone-Sister!" calls Minion of the Unholy Fragnog. He's joined the orange military mastermind Gunnery Sgt. Veiled at the peak of the guano pile, where they've moved the enormous radio beam turret from the back of the ailing brontosaurus. With his eyeball in the telescopic sights and finger on the trigger, the gunner commands the bay---no kraken (hydra or ordinary variety) will ambush this island!
Raising the cauldron requires 6 men and makes a ridiculous amount of noise, but the operation succeeds and Fated's ulfire man reaches the surface unharmed. He does not show any immediate ill effects from taste-testing the strange paste.
Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 5, 2013 15:02:33 GMT -6
Fated draws his weapon (sword?) and scrapes it loudly along the stone as he draws up aside the entrance to the passage, so he cannot be seen by whatever is within. Then he plays the light onto the wall opposite the passage, hoping to draw out whatever is within to investigate.
The precautions prove unnecessary, as the mysterious creaking sound is nothing more sinister than a rickety old wood-and-rope bridge. It crosses 50' across a bottomless abyss to a stone platform dominated by a 10'-diameter Stargate-style stone ring. Inside the ring is pure Nothing, not black or white or gray, but simply void, the absence of anything.
Last Edit: Feb 5, 2013 20:09:45 GMT -6 by mushgnome
He does not recognize the runes on the stone ring, but feels he could probably puzzle it out with a week's worth of study.
The portal is standing on the opposite edge of the platform, as though anyone stepping through would plummet into the abyss. Shining his electric torch around the smooth stone platform, Fated spies footprints: tracings of dried paste in the shape of bare human feet. The tracks lead from the bridge and straight through the runed hoop without hesitation.
Last Edit: Feb 7, 2013 23:26:42 GMT -6 by mushgnome