5th Cylus, 720 ~~ following this
"Hmm," was Vega's only comment as they made their way forward. Having blocked off the hole by the wall, others had gone on a reccie to find out what other holes there might be. There had been, as it turned out, a cellar. That was their first place to go. So, Vega had volunteered to go down there with a small group. Just how small that group was, she hadn't really thought about but that was fine with her. They didn't know how many of what (if anything) was down there, so it was probably best that a small group went looking first. That group ended up being three of them. Varlum, Gennadiya, and her. Quite what role they were all playing, Vega had no idea, but there it was.
The small group in question made their way down the stairs, into the cellar. They'd got a rough layout of the place, and what was there. Prison cells, storage rooms, that kind of thing. Vega knew that there was a small, but interconnected, series of rooms and she was still half of the mind that these creatures were coming from there. Although, when they'd looked no one had been able to see anything in terms of the grounds outside and so on - which meant that there wasn't, or there probably wasn't, a whole network of interconnected tunnels leading from somewhere to here. But still, Vega knew, there was every possibility that there were creatures down here - after all those three critters had not come from nowhere.
So - she had her sword, her bow and - of course - her fiddle, and Vega was more or less ready to go. Down here, they needed to move carefully and slowly. She and Varlum would need to keep an eye on Gennadiya, she knew. Not because the healer was a liability ~ far from it ~ but because of the three of them she was the least experienced in terms of actual battle. It was dark down there, Vega knew and she spoke softly as they made their way. "I can see in'th' dark, if needs be." She touched her chest where there were glowing spots of starlight in the rough shape of a dragon. "Xiur grants me it." They got to the first room and it was a dark storage area. Dusty and old, nothing here was useful any more and there were small rockfalls where areas had crumbled. However, glancing down at the ground, Vega's experience of hunting came to the forefront and she pointed at the tracks in the dust.
Her hand dropped to her sword and she'd have said something, but suddenly there was movement. Three of the creatures were running towards the group - one of them significantly larger and - by the look of it - faster than the others. "Tio's tiny todger, look out!," Vega called and she moved forward to meet the larger one. As she did, as she saw the speed at which the thing was moving, the size of it, and so on, she knew that it would take every ounce of her concentration to fight it, so she gave it that. Not singing - this time - she concentrated on moving forward so that she was taking care of the largest threat since, in her mind, she was the only one truly qualified to do so. She moved, her stance light and flexible. She didn't give in to the idea or feeling of needing to dig in and become rigid in her stance. That would be detrimental, she knew. "Come on, you ugly lookin' nerf herder," she growled and as it moved in to attack her she twisted so that she was at it's side.
Immortals, she hoped Varlum and Gennadiya took care of the other two -they'd be on the pair in an instant, after all.
The small group in question made their way down the stairs, into the cellar. They'd got a rough layout of the place, and what was there. Prison cells, storage rooms, that kind of thing. Vega knew that there was a small, but interconnected, series of rooms and she was still half of the mind that these creatures were coming from there. Although, when they'd looked no one had been able to see anything in terms of the grounds outside and so on - which meant that there wasn't, or there probably wasn't, a whole network of interconnected tunnels leading from somewhere to here. But still, Vega knew, there was every possibility that there were creatures down here - after all those three critters had not come from nowhere.
So - she had her sword, her bow and - of course - her fiddle, and Vega was more or less ready to go. Down here, they needed to move carefully and slowly. She and Varlum would need to keep an eye on Gennadiya, she knew. Not because the healer was a liability ~ far from it ~ but because of the three of them she was the least experienced in terms of actual battle. It was dark down there, Vega knew and she spoke softly as they made their way. "I can see in'th' dark, if needs be." She touched her chest where there were glowing spots of starlight in the rough shape of a dragon. "Xiur grants me it." They got to the first room and it was a dark storage area. Dusty and old, nothing here was useful any more and there were small rockfalls where areas had crumbled. However, glancing down at the ground, Vega's experience of hunting came to the forefront and she pointed at the tracks in the dust.
Her hand dropped to her sword and she'd have said something, but suddenly there was movement. Three of the creatures were running towards the group - one of them significantly larger and - by the look of it - faster than the others. "Tio's tiny todger, look out!," Vega called and she moved forward to meet the larger one. As she did, as she saw the speed at which the thing was moving, the size of it, and so on, she knew that it would take every ounce of her concentration to fight it, so she gave it that. Not singing - this time - she concentrated on moving forward so that she was taking care of the largest threat since, in her mind, she was the only one truly qualified to do so. She moved, her stance light and flexible. She didn't give in to the idea or feeling of needing to dig in and become rigid in her stance. That would be detrimental, she knew. "Come on, you ugly lookin' nerf herder," she growled and as it moved in to attack her she twisted so that she was at it's side.
Immortals, she hoped Varlum and Gennadiya took care of the other two -they'd be on the pair in an instant, after all.