• Closed • Treasure Hunting We Shall Go [Qit'ria, Vega]

Kura goes treasure hunting and gets some unlikely allies

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Sat Apr 14, 2018 10:23 pm

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With Vega's help, and a healthy amount of grunting, the mechanism turned. A hole opened up, and Qit'ria jumped back, hissing at it, pulling her javelin free from the hole, flipping it around, ready to throw. Nothing came out. Qit'ria went prone next to the hole. She watched as Kura put some... thing on her face, and it apparently let her see into the dark. Qit'ria scooched forward, and bent at the waist, dangling her torso into the hole from above, her hair flopping down below her. She took a moment to let her eyes acclimate, while listening to Curry's words.

A trap. That immediately caught Qit'ria's attention. She loved traps. She used them from time to time, and wanted to use more. But Curry wanted rocks. Qit grabbed onto the sod at her side, and rolled forward, flipping over. She landed heavily on both feet behind Curry, and stumbled backwards in misstep a moment, bumping into the politician.

"No want rock Curry."

Qit'ria drew one of her throwing knives from her pocket. She moved past Curry and approached the pedestal. As she did, her leg broke through a strand she mistook for a spider's line, as thin and fragile as it was. When it broke, it triggered a series of silent mechanism within the walls that began their task as Qit began hers. Better adjusted to the darkness, she could see the... thing. The shaped thing, on the raised portion of the pedestal. Very gently, she blew on the pedestal. A light gust of dust swept off it and she scrutinized. There. Just where the raised bit met the surface, a seam.

She reached out with her knife, and pressed the tip against the raised bit, and held a firm grip. She prepped the grip, expecting it to push up against when she continued. With her other hand, she snatched the puzzle piece away from the raised bit, and she felt the raised bit try to push back. But she held it down. Tossing the puzzle piece at Curry, she moved the knife into place so that the center of it was over the raised bit, holding it with her palm. Gingerly she began to release her hold, to feel it push back. Shaking her head, she pulled out a second knife. She slipped that in under her fingers, atop the first. Slowly she released her hold once more, and the knives held.

She stepped back from the pedestal, as the statue above ground blasted three toots of some form of horn, triggered by the earlier breaking of the line and hidden mechanisms. And far off in the distance, it was not thwarthogs that heard the signal they'd been waiting for for generations. No. It was thwarthides. And they began to rally their greatest warriors, setting off a frenzy, as they began the quick journey to their prized monument.
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Tue Apr 17, 2018 8:34 pm

Vega would not say that she was bright - in fact if she was being honest, she'd say that she was roughly as thick as three short planks. Arlo would argue with her, but she had no false humility there. In terms of learning, and the traditional definition of clever, Vega was not it.

But when that there horn blared, she knew that it was a Very Bad Thing. "Well, Famula's bouncy knockers, that's loud," Vega said and she glanced at Kura, rather tensely. "You don't make soemthin' loud like that unless yer callin' somethin' to you, or warnin' someone that you jus' opened their big an' funny lookin' hole in the ground." Vega didn't like the statue, it unnerved her but, hey ho and nonny-nonny. "Righ' but there's no need fer it to be that loud, if it's somethin' down there. But down there, there's traps?"

Looking at Qit with a slightly apologetic shrug and said simply, "I think maybe the rocks might'a been a better plan, you know. I'll grab some." Which was what Vega did. Quickly. Looking at her two companions, Vega spoke what seemed to make sense to her. "So, I'll keep an eye on the out here, the periphery an' stuff. An' if you take care of the trap, Kura, an' Qit, you be watchin' both so that if either of us needs 'elp, you see it?"

That made sense to her. Fundamentally, they didn't know where the danger was coming from or what it was. Vega had no idea, fundamentally, and so she had to think about it the best way she could. So, figuring that they were about as noticeable as they could be, she decided to clamber up to the high point of the statue, getting her footing and making sure that the extra feet it gave her meant that she could see a little better. Then, she kept an eye all around while Kura, hopefully, sorted out the trap so that they could grab the treasure and get out of here.

Frankly, it was starting to get a little worrisome. This was a statue to a snake-Immortal, and Vega had already had some pretty bad experiences with giant snakes. Not anything she was really hankering to repeat, that was for certain. But, still, she perched, she kept watched and every now and then she called out, "How's it goin' down there?"

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Wed May 02, 2018 4:58 pm

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Kura looked over at Qit'ria as she said that a rock wasn't needed, then stepped aside and let her work, catching the puzzle piece she was tossed. Then she looked up towards the entrance when the horn blared out it's message. "Why would that be soundin' off?" she muttered, before her eyes widened and she suddenly went over to the pedestal and pulled out Qit'ria's daggers. Nothing happened and she handed Qit her daggers back. "A distraction! We need to get upstairs." she said, letting Qit'ria take the lead before she followed the wilder hunter out of room.

Just as she and Qit'ria reached the top, she heard noises from the forest. "Ooooh, that can't be good. Could be animals?" she said, pulling her bow out of her quiver and putting an arrow to the string. Then the first of the creatures emerged, an upright hog-like creature with a crude shield and a cruder club. "Oh...that's...huh." she said, in surprise, before she growled and pulled back on the string as the thing charged. "Not friendly, though. We might want to break for cover." she said, firing off an arrow. It thunked into the shield, though she had a second in the air before it landed, and the second took the hogman in the eye, bringing it down. Judging from the noise in the woods behind it though, there were going to be more of them.

"Break, or stand and fight?" she asked her companions. As she spoke, she called Phelan's spirit form to her. She hadn't planned on the wolf, but she might need him to deal with the local troublemakers. For now though, she just put another arrow to the string, so as not to put Phelan into play too early.
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Tue May 15, 2018 10:13 pm

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The moment the horn blew Qit'ria knew, or rather, suspected confidently, what had happened. It was just like her own trip wire alarms she kept around her camp. There had been something they had triggered, probably Kura, that set it off. Certainly not her, she'd been careful. So she turned and ran out of the little dungeon thing, javelin in hand, with Kura right on her heels. And there, in the distance, crashing through the forest were roughly a dozen Thwarthides, in their loincloths, wielding a variety of wooden weapons, mostly clubs, shields, or sticks carved into spears.

Qit'ria had never seen such a... thing before. Were they animals or people? They looked like those wild pigs that lived here, but standing on two legs. And clearly they were the cavalry to come and save this monument from the three women. Qit'ria watched Kura's arrow get stopped by a flimsy shield, and before she could hear the mortalborn's words, was already in a sprint forward. She drew a second javelin with her free hand as kicked up snow and leaves, snarling loudly at the incoming beasts. Her plan of attack was obvious, to her.

The beasts were coming in a spread out wave, two lines, a forward and a back, shields and clubs in front, with spear wielders in back. Qit steered her charge toward the center of the wave, hiking her first javelin back over her shoulder. Once she was in range, she changed into her sliding gallop and launched her first javelin, giving it higher arc. It soared over the front line, and sunk straight into the chest of one of the spear wielders in the back line. She tossed her other javelin to her good hand, and held the throw until she was much closer. This one she sent speeding forward, no arc at all, a bullet throw. The thwart hide raised his shield, but being made of thin wood, her javelin punched right through it, piercing his throat.

This created a gap in the ranks.

Qit continued sprinting forward, as she saw the first spear thrown her way. She hopped about it, for it was a slow throw, by an unweighted spear, and breached through the gap, leaping over the fallen shield wielder she'd struck down grabbing her spear as she went. She continued her run, finally reaching her other javelin, which she pulled from the corpse of the fallen thwarthide, using it to skid and turn to a stop. She snarled loudly once more at the remaining ten thwarthides, shaking her javelins over head in challenge at them. This caused a break in the ranks. One half, six thwart hides in total, continued onward toward Kura and Vega, while the remaining four came for Qit. And with a feral grin, she turned and ran, making sure to keep in view of them, so as to pull them away from her companions, knowing they were more than capable on their own.
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Thu Jun 14, 2018 11:18 am

Why was it, Vega wondered, that she couldn't even go for a wander in the surrounding area without it all turning upside down and inside out? It was like she was blessed - or curse, and in that moment she was moderately sure that this was all Arlo Creede's fault. Why or how she couldn't rightly say but that didn't change her sense of certainty. As those big and ugly looking things came charging towards them, Vega glanced at Kura as she asked whether to break or stand and fight. "So long as we're not datin' them, I don't mind. What in the name of Pier an' Pre's pink parts are you doin' you nutter!" The last bit, of course, was to Qit'ria as the lunatic with a death wish charged forward. Her on her short little legs charging into a doz pig-ugly-pig-things.

Vega wasn't bright, she understood that, but frankly as she shot an arrow into the eye of one of the Pig-Men and it fell with a screech, she had a very strong feeling of "They're gonna need to come up with a new word for the kind of stupid you are, you plonker!" Had the woman not learned? It was just ridiculous - last time Vega and Qit'ria had met, the crazy woman had near to gotten herself killed for charging off after folks and frankly, Vega was of the opinion that Qit either had a death wish or she was so stupid she deserved an award for it.

No time to worry about her, now, she was only going to get herself dead anyhow. Still, one down from Kura, one from Vega and Qit'ria took down two. Spiffy. That meant there were only ten left and then Vega could get on with kicking Qit'ria's ass from here to Rynmere for the trouble she'd caused. Six came for her and Kura and four for Qit'ria. Vega shot again, her arrow flying straight and true and another one died.

Still six for her and Kura. Three on Qit. Vega wasn't going to do more than that, but it gave the lunatic a hope, she thought and hey, they were all fighting three against one now. But the big ugly pig-faced pig-boys were too close now for effective ranged weapons and so Vega pulled her sword and yelled, "COME ON YOU UGLY PIG!"

The fight or flight response had kicked in and it seemed that fight was very much the order of the day.

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Sun Jun 24, 2018 3:36 pm

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Kura stared blankly for a minute as Qit'ria charged the line of pig creatures, then broke out swearing. "A 'cur dragh air Dia gòrach! Spìon do mhàthair gabhar gobhar airson do spìonadh, cha do rinn i !?" she snapped, her tone furious and indicating that unkind things were being said about Qit'ria's parentage. Kura didn't break down into Atvian very often, as even people in the Empire didn't speak it that much, but when she did it usually indicated that she was really starting to lose her patience with some damn fool or another.

Growling in fury, the Mortalborn drew her bow and took aim at the pig beasts bearing down on her and Vega. "Phelan!" she snapped into the ether as she loosed another arrow, downing another pig man. The large black wolf materialized in the middle of the swine, snapping and growling. The shock of the wolf appearing in their midst distracted the four remaining pig beasts. The wolf was fast and strong, but whether he could take on the beasts alone was a question Kura didn't want answered. Vega had drawn her sword, but Kura just had her bow, so she stepped back a bit, then drew and fired again, taking down a second pig beast, this time having the arrow smashing through the flimsier part of the shield.

As this happened, Phelan snapped through one of the beasts hamstrings with his teeth, bringing it down to where he could tear at it's throat. Now their group only had two left, so Phelan vanished again to go help Qit'ria, who both he and Kura felt needed it more than Kura and Vega did at this point. "Ugly scum. Should have sent twice as many if you wanted to have a chance at winning." she snarled, her voice starting to echo in weird ways, as if there were owls sounding off as she spoke.
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"A 'cur dragh air Dia gòrach! Spìon do mhàthair gabhar gobhar airson do spìonadh, cha do rinn i !?" = "God's cursed foolish jackass! Your mother spooned a mad goat to spawn you, didn't she!?"
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