Fantasy On Thunders Wings

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Sylas sighed slightly. "Guess that answers that. Yeah, I can. A lot of people can but not everyone. Elves, for example, have superior night vision. Orcs too, and so by proxy, half orcs as well. I guess fairies dont have the same kind of eyes. Thats ok, we can light torches, but it will make sneaking up on them much more difficult." Sylas grumbled absent-mindedly as he packed his things and took down the tent, thinking about how they would go about doing this. Stealth was out, unless the spiders were blind. Without a trick up their sleeve, they would have to go for the straight forward approach of walking in and cutting down anything they came into contact with, but that didn't have any good counter measures for being ambushed. If they had a way to lure the spiders out, that could work. They would need a way to do that though. A fresh corpse maybe?

"I guess we could try and lure the spiders out from their cave. If we face it, we will know exactly where they are coming from and they can't get the drop on us. We would need some bait though..." He trailed off, trying to come up with an Idea.

 

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Bea sighed, exasperated. She thought quietly for a moment too, trying to offer up a useful solution. Then finally, an idea popped into her head, "Oh! Well I'll be the bait." she said, matter-of-factly. "I look small and helpless. You can stay back and see them coming and strike when they get in close... besides." Bea trailed off, looking at his big, muscly form. "You probably aren't the best at sneaking, I'd guess." She giggled and stood up.

"I, on the other hand, am small and quick enough to get out of a nasty situation if need be." She fluttered her wings excitedly. Who would have guessed that she was a brilliant, mastermind strategist as well?

 

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Sylas couldn't help but chuckle at her excitement. "I'm not entirely comfortable using someone else as bait..." He trailed off. What other options did they have? It might be their best shot. But it was still dangerous.

"I don't know if we could like, maybe go hunting? Catch some wild life and use it instead of you?"

 

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Bea shook her head indignantly, hand on her hips. "Nope! Besides, that will take time. And smelling like fresh game on the way there might attract more unwanted attention." She fastened her belt around her waist and fixed her two shortswords to either side and then slung the backpack over her shoulders. "We can talk about it more on the way there. Ready to go, partner?" She gave him a wide, toothy grin, practically vibrating with energy and excitement. It was finally the day of her first adventure and tomorrow she would have enough money to get her memories back and start her life again.

She kicked some dirt over the remains of the fire, long cold during their morning talk and preparation.

 

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Sylas sighed and smiled reluctantly: she had a point. "Alright, you win." He reached his hand forward and ruffled her hair just for a moment, before turning to grab his pack and sling it over his shoulder. "Let's go catch us some spiders."

And like that, they were on the road again. After crossing the tree line, the sun fell behind a thick canopy of the Blair woods. The dirt path became rooted and less even, and covered in fallen leaves and weeds with lined it. The breeze persisted through the trees a little, keeping a nice cool shade and brought leaves falling down every so often. The forest was alive with the sounds of animals, birds and insects. Some ways in, a creek could be heard over the din of the trees; It was beautiful in its own sort of mystical way.

After an hour of walking, wandering and wondering, Sylas turned back to Bea. "Alright, I admit it: We're lost." Sylas knew he was (probably) in the right area, but the trees got thicker the deeper in they went and he found no signs of a mine near the road, or off paths leading to one either. (Perception: 2)

 

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Bea looked around trying to look for any landmarks or notion that they were going the right way. "Can I see that?" Bea asked, taking the map from Sylas's hands. The map was hard for Bea to read and it really all did just look like trees and brush (Survival: 11), but as she looked closer at her surroundings she started to notice things they had missed before. The path, while a little overgrown, was still visible (perception: 18). "This way," Bea pointed and continued through the woods.

 

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Sylas handed over the map to the fairy, who immediately found issues and began to point them on the right way. He blushed at being corrected, but he nodded when she pointed to the right way. "thank you" He offered with embarrassment, and headed off through the trees.

It didn't come off as a surprise that she demonstrated skill at this: it was a good one to have as an adventurer, and she had already made it clear she was talented in that regard. In two days, when they returned her memory, he would sit there, un shocked, when she came back to her memories of being a mercenary or solider, or whatever it was. It only made sense. What if she was a princess? His mind sort of spawned the thought out of nothing, and he looked back at her for a moment, trying to see if she walked with dignity. The way she moved was more like skipping, and he shook his head and pressed forward. That would be silly.. wouldn't it? Although if she was running from something, court politics could be a real reason.

After about 15 minutes, they picked up the trail and followed it over a ridge and past a bend, into the side of a jutting cliff. A small entrance had been fortified with lumber, and rails lead into the hole. There was a shattered oil lamp on the ground, knocked free of its hanging perch, and was now covered in dust and forest ground cover. And over everything were webs: big ones that laced the walls and ceiling, the rocks a bit outside, the lumber and rails and the dirt and earth. It was menacing to say the least.

"Well, this looks like the place." He spoke in low tones, the gravel in his voice intensifying. He gently and quietly drew his blade from the sheath strapped to his back.

 

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As they reached their destination finally, they slowed their approach and Bea skimmed the perimeter of the area with her eyes. It was quiet... a little too quiet. The woods they traveled through were alive with the songs of birds and the rustle of smaller critters in the brush. Here though, it was eerily still as if nothing dared to stray too close. Bea's stomach flipped, half out of excitement, half out of a sudden spike of dread. They're just big spiders... how bad could it be? She thought to herself, but she didn't find it convincing.

Bea lit a torch from her pack and turned to Sylas. "Okay. So, I'll go in first and draw them out," and before Sylas could say anything more, she ran into the entrance of the abandoned mine.

Inside was dusty and dark. Old, discarded mining tools that were either broken or long worn by time lay against the webbed walls. Broken crates and boxes also lay about with cracked oil lamps, moldy leather sacks of coal and rock, and the occasional iron hard hat. The carved rock walls grew more and more densely covered in the sticky film of webs, and so did the ground beneath Bea's feet. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as her new shoes gained their own coat of the stuff. Her torch illuminated a good 20 feet of her surroundings, but so far, nothing stirred (perception: 7).

After a few minutes of walking deeper into the mine, she wondered if Sylas had entered behind her yet. She decided to start looking for clues. Bodies, blood... anything that could lead to where the oversized arachnids might be hiding (investigation: 8). However, other than the webs themselves and the state of weather decay the mine was in, nothing stood out to her. She let out a huff of frustration and decided to try a new tactic.

"Here, spider, spider, spider... I'm a tasty-looking treat! My hair is basically cotton candy. Come out, come out wherever you are!" Immediately, she wondered if giant spiders, like normal spiders, even understood common, but she waved the thought away. The goal was to make herself known, not understood.

 

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Sylas's heart jumped as she rushed in. "What? NO! That wasn't the plan!" He called out and dashed after her form which had vanished into the mine. He was so focused on getting to her that he neglected to pay attention to the placement or thickness of the webs, and after a few steps, he was halted by the sticky silk clinging to his boots. (Dex save 7) "What the.. SHIT!" Sylas pulled and pulled trying to dislodge himself without losing a boot, but the more he struggled, the more entangled he seemed to become. He reached down and drew a dagger from his person, and slashed down at the webbing, which split with a swish. After a moment of well placed slashes, he had freed his boot, and turned forward at the looming cave. Bea was a ways ahead now. With care, he pressed into the dark, now watching where he placed his feet.

As he descended, his eyes adjusted, and the world around him shifted into hues of grey. He couldn't see the light of her torch, meaning she was further in than he had hoped. The path ahead quickly split into two diverging paths, one heading right and the other left. Shit. If he yelled, he could give up the only advantage he had, and possibly get them both killed. He looked closer at the pathways, taking in the torn webbing and smell of must dust and decay. There were stacked crates, many smashed unevenly, with ore or tools spilling out. Lamps long since emptied of fuel hung dim. Maybe she had left footprints? (Survival 6) No dice. The webbing on the ground, though tattered and torn, covered a lot and did not seem to hold any impressions in them. There was only one option: pick a path and move. Sylas grit his teeth and gripped his blade, and guessed the right. And so he walked further into the dark.

 

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Bea trekked onward, none the wiser of Sylas's dismay. She followed the mine shaft's path, nervously flying up and over really thick web patches. After the third patch, she was feeling minutely more confident in the maneuverability she had with her wings. She only hovered about a foot or two off the ground, but still, her feet leaving solid earth made her queasy.

Eventually, she rounded a turn in the rocky corridor and saw the walls open up into a much wider space. Though she couldn't see it, she could hear the soft trickle of water dripping into a pool somewhere up ahead. She stopped and peered around. In the glow of her torchlight, she could just make out a rough shape on the ground further in (perception: 17). She narrowed her eyes and was able to make out something crumpled in the web-covered dust of the mine's floor. Under the mound, the webbing and ground were stained with dark ichor. She pressed forward cautiously trying to get a better look.

As the light illuminated more of her findings, she soon realized that what she had seen was several pieces of a large discarded creature. It was dark grey, ripped to shreds and certainly not human, but beyond that she had no clue what it once was, as it was beyond emaciated (investigation: natural 1). Maybe it was a spider, but she honestly couldn't tell. She decided to look around the rest of the room, but nothing else stirred.

She took another step forward and noticed another similarly broken mound of dark flesh in the distance and stopped. What were these things? Her skin crawled, hairs on end as she suddenly got the feeling she was being watched. "Sylas," she hissed into the darkness where she had come from. "Something isn't right." She didn't know if he could hear her, or how far he was, but she suddenly didn't want to raise her voice above a whisper.

 

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Sylas pressed on down the pathway, expertly avoiding the webs now. The path moved forward and down a gentle slope. After a minute, the path diverged again. still with no sign of Bea, he turned left. After a moment of walking, he entered into an old abandoned rest station, filled with several beds in various states of make, but all covered in dust and webbing. A few crates laid around as well as packs. Sylas stepped forward and curiously cut back some webs and looked through the items strewn about. (Investigation 15) With a few minutes of cursory searching, he pulls together a total of 12 gold, 25 silver and 61 copper pieces from numerous coin purses, which he stored quickly. He also pulled up old tools, letters that were faded and dusty, old art of loved ones, Helmets, some broken vials, and one unbroken one with bright red liquid beneath the cloudy dusty glass. Could be useful..

After concluding his search, he emerged back onto the path and turned towards the inner direction, pressing on in search of his friend. Sylas hoped that her silence was from carefully executed stealth rather than being withing the clutches of some huge arachnid. Just the thought brought both his pace and heartrate up.

 

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Suddenly, a soft whistle of something moving through the air swiftly whipped forward toward Bea before she had a chance to react. Two long tendrils lashed forwards and wrapped tightly around Bea, pinning her arms to her sides. Abruptly, she was yanked forward further into the room. She was whisked so quickly that she almost dropped her torch, but she held firm and soon saw what she was being dragged towards. Within about five feet of her face now, hanging from the ceiling was a large, dull stalactite. Bea was filled with horror and confusion when suddenly, a single, large yellow eye opened and locked a dilated pupil onto Bea.

She let out a shrill scream and wiggled in its grasp as the stalactite split in the middle, revealing rows and rows of sharp teeth. It almost grinned as saliva dripped from its fangs. Bea was dangling in the air now, bound tightly. She didn't know what the hell this thing was, but it sure as hell was no spider. She flexed her arms, striking against the hold in an attempt to break it, but to no avail (strength: 4).

"SYLAAAAASSSS!" She yelled again, louder this time. Adrenaline pumped through her, but taking quick stock of the situation made it clear she was a bit out of her depth in dealing with this thing alone.

 

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Sylas's ears twitched with the echoing shriek of Bea, ringing down the tunnel. Sylas broke into a sprint, dashing down the hallway, no longer worried about the element of surprise. The walls shifted into a blur, and after a moment of ducking dislodged beams or vaulting over small cave ins, Sylas burst into a large cavernous room, filled with multiple rail ways and old abandoned mine carts full of rocks and ore. And there, floating almost 30ft in the air was Bea, still holding her torch, currently wrapped in the brown rocky tendrils of... something. That is NOT a spider was the only thing his mind could conjure before the THING turned its one singular yellow eye in Sylas's direction, exposing his large maw brimming with jagged teeth.

"Don't worry, I'm coming!" Sylas shouted loudly. How in the hell was he supposed to hit that thing if he couldn't get close enough to hit it? Think Sylas, THINK! Shit shit shit shit shit shit.
Sylas looked around the room (perception 18) Anything, give me ANYTHING. He frantically searched through the dark until his eyes fell upon a distant crate with the lid off, with small red tubes in it. DYNAMITE! Sylas took off, powering through each step, and lunged at the box, grabbing several sticks. He opened his pack and removed his tinderbox, and struck a match. On man oh man, please PLEASE work.

The sound of the fuse being lit sizzled to life, sending a wave of relief through Sylas that it was still good, until he remembered: I'm holding a lit stick of Dynamite.

 

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Bea heard Sylas charge into the room and call out to her, but she didn't have time to focus on what he was doing. She wriggled around in it's grasp some more, suspended in the air. Mustering all of the strength she had, she strained against the tight bonds once more. The muscles in her arms flexed and she pushed them outward as far as she could, beating her wings furiously behind her. Finally, with a loud snap, she broke free, spinning backward, head over head, righting herself before she could start falling and hovered there (Strength: 20)

She was still in its proximity though, and before she could flee backward, its grotesque maw snapped at her. She dodged the first attack narrowly, moving backward a little further out of its range. In response, the angry stalactite lashed out with more of its tendrils, one whipping toward Bea and the other lashing out at Sylas.

The tendril targeting Bea coiled around her once more, dragging her in again to close the little distance she'd made. Now that the shock of the encounter had past, Bea was starting to tremble in anger instead of fear. "It's not very polite to grab a lady, you know. Buy me a drink first, asshole!" Bea snapped at it, working to get herself out of its grasp once more.

(Roper bite: 10 [miss]
Roper tendril: 21 [hit]))

 

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Sylas watched as she slipped out with effort, only to be re-grappled: wrapped in the slimy cavernous mimicking tendril coming from the horrific creature. Sylas had seen many things before, from Manticors to Oozes to gIants, but a living rock was a new one. He bounded forward, hurling the explosive towards the creature with vigor. As he watched it sail past the creature, the fuse slipping behind its thick rocky form, he felt the impact of a heavy weight that wrapped around his waste. He only had enough time to look down at the tentacle surrounding his form before he was yanked at high speeds towards the ceiling and the beast.

In the moment, however, a blast flashed behind it. (Dynamite dmg 14) The creature shrieked in pain, which could only be described as the sound of rocks being smashed against each other hard enough to shatter, echoing through the caves. When the light dimmed to normal and the ringing stopped, the creature still hung from the ceiling, looking less than pleased, its toothy maw agape only inches away from Sylas's face. Inside its mouth, Sylas could see a long black stick of some kind stuck between its teeth, almost like a spider leg. "Oh gods... That smells like shit." He complained, nauseated.

 

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In Bea's peripheral vision, a small object went sailing through the air behind the creature before exploding into a ball of light and sound. Bea turned her head so as to avoid any shrapnel, but by some miracle she was unscathed. Then, Sylas came sailing through the air as well, joining her in the monster's grip. "SYLAS! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?" She screamed, putting all of her might into wriggling out again. This time, she burst through the cord-like tentacle with ease, getting better at learning how to escape it (Strength: Natural 20).

She drew both of her swords and locked eyes with the creature. She'd had enough. She swung at it and carved an arc into its side. It screeched in pain and fury, the other several tentacles around it wriggling and curling in response. (Sword attack: Natural 20). Then she struck again, her other arm swinging out to the creature, but the blade bounced off the hard rock-like carapace of the creature (Sword attack: Natural 1). "What the hell is this thing made of?"

 

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Sylas ducked as a tentacle swung over his head, but the more he struggled, the more he realized how high up he was. Oh FUCK.

"Dynamite!" He cried, holding his blade until he got closer. "It's in a crate on the ground!" He got his moment as the creature brought him around towards its mouth to try and stuff him inside of it. Sylas tried to squirm, but struggled in vain as he began to feel jagged teeth enter into his legs. "AAAAAUGH" He cried out, and slashed back at the beasts face, now in perfect range to be impaled by a sword. Sylas drove the blade halfway into its face, just missing the eye, and he fulled his magic through the steel. The sword grew bright with the electric blue glow of lightning that sparked through it, causing the creature to spasm wildly. In pain it opened its mouth and shrieked, relieving the sharp objects from his lower half. (Sword Attack DisAdv 23: Dmg 30)

Sylas withdrew his blade as he was pulled back, the steel still sparking loudly, and he pulled his arm back and tried to not focus on the blood he could fill soaking his pants around his wounds.

 

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Bea watched as Sylas quickly got a few more strikes in, but he looked badly wounded. The gouge in his leg was dripping with blood and he was losing it fast. A rush of urgency overtook Bea as she charged the rock monster again. Her blades were a flurry of attacks, she struck at it once, twice, three times and she pushed herself to go faster, striking harder. A fourth hit, a fifth- and then a tendril broke through the haze of battle strangling around her torso once more and dragging her in for a bite (Bite attack: 9 [miss])

As it went to sink its vicious teeth into her arm, she reacted first and kicked a foot into its maw, pinning it open so it couldn't clamp down, but she wouldn't be able to hold it off for long, "Are you okay?" Bea frantically asked Sylas, not daring to take her eyes off the enemy. It was in that moment though, that she began to notice something strange behind the creature. Please, Gods, don't be another one, she pleaded.

 

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Sylas tried hard to get control of the situation. He saw Bea fly in on confident wings and began to unleash a storm of steel over the creature in front of her. Blood and sparks rained from her onslaught, turning its attention away from the half orc. Sylas grit his teeth through the pain and pushed closer to the thing, driving his dagger into the tendril which uncurled slightly, giving him enough room to brace his feet adjacent its body and try to find purchase with his own blade. Each strike hit with a loud clatter as if he were swinging against a cave wall: He couldn't entirely make out what was flesh and what wasn't, and in moments he began to realize he was running out of options.

Though Bea fought with commendable skill, one sneaky tendril snuck wide and ambushed her blind spot, grabbing her and tried to shove her into its gullet, but her quick feet kept her alive, precarious as it was. Now was no time to hold back. Sylas closed his eyes and spoke aloud the celestial word for thunder, and he felt energy fill his blade, and it began to hum. He knew that he would fall, and possibly die on the floor beneath, but if he could at least save Bea's life..

In what seemed like an eternity and only a moment, Sylas contemplated what he could have done differently. Maybe he had been wrong to bring her along. She was more than capable, but was this all his fault? Had he failed? The same sensation he was feeling welled within, pushed over the edge by an exploding will to get this thing away from Bea. Sylas jerked back, stiffened his form, and swung his body, making a wide arc with his long sword, leaving a trailing blue and yellow after-image. The strike his hard, and the entire room exploded with the deafening boom of a thunderclap right over head. The noise echoed painfully in the enclosed room, and the light flash left Sylas blinded for a moment. Blood and viscera splattered onto the walls and ceiling, and the tentacle holding Sylas had been blown clean off, leaving a fleshing crater 2 feet wide in the no writhing form of the monster. All of this Sylas caught a glimpse of when his vision cleared, rapidly becoming smaller and more distant as, now no longer wrapped and tied to the beast, he plummeted towards the ground.

 

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Everything seemed to happen at once, the visage of something forming behind the creature was suddenly the least of Bea's worries as the whole room was filled with blinding light and a boom of thunder that rocked the cave around her. She was stunned for a moment, not entirely sure what had happened. Sylas? She thought hazily. Last he saw, he'd made a powerful swing and then everything went white. She blinked to clear her vision, but she had no hope of being able to hear yet. A warm trickle dripped from one of her ears. As some of the world came back into focus, she saw the monster, critically wounded, wriggling and writhing in agony, a newfound gash that had decimated much of its remaining torso.

Looking down, almost in slow motion as everything still spun around her, she noticed Sylas, free from his bonds beginning to fall to the ground. That height, falling from the angle he was in could kill him. Without even thinking, Bea dove toward him, her head throbbing with pain and adrenaline. She reached out a hand, grabbing for him, and just as she made contact with his arm, attempting to stop his fall, the same strange shadow forming behind the creature re-captured her attention.

It was clearer now, fuller-bodied and detailed. A woman, cloaked in dark purple shadowy mist hovered, amber eyes glowing like torchlight burning and refusing to be swallowed by a storming tempest. Two swords were gripped in each of her palms and she wore a deep-set look of pure focus and undeniable ferocity on her small-framed face. Suddenly, Bea recognized her. The dark form that hovered there by the monster, with those signature dragonfly wings... it was Beatrix. It was herself.

Just like in her dream the night before, the gloomy silhouette that mirrored her own likeness was here in the waking world. With a twitch of movement, the shadow of Bea struck the creature for a final blow, running it through from the back, the tip of the blade emerging on the other side straight through the bulging yellow eye of the ghastly creature. Immediately, it fell limp, detaching from the ceiling where it had camouflaged itself, and hit the ground with a crumpled thump. The echo of Bea stared back at herself unwaveringly... knowingly... before disappearing into a dispersion of mist as if it were never there.

The real Bea shook herself, focusing on Sylas now that the threat was gone. He was too heavy to fly with, but she did her best to have them both fall with less consequence, still hitting the ground with a rough thud, but seemly avoiding further injury. She gasped, out of breath, her chest heaving and most of her body aching as the rush of it all began to come crashing back down. What. Was. THAT!? Was all she could think to herself over and over.

 

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Sylas felt himself lurch as Bea took hold of him, and his free fall became several short, spastic descents that led to an eventual, painful (but not deadly) tumble onto the mine shaft flor below. Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw a shadow slash through the dying creature, swiftly silencing its laments. The strangest part? It looked like Bea, the girl currently by his side. Maybe I hit my head? I don't know if I can heal that... Sylas sprawled out onto the webs, fresh ooze and rubble, and he held his still bleeding leg, pushing his healing magic into his own body enough to stop the flow of blood and seal a lot of the wounds. With his other hand his lifted it gently to the dirty dazed face of his fairy companion.

"You were amazing" He said through painful winces. "Are you ok?"

 

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The world was still muffled around her aside from the constant ringing in her ears. Something sounding like speech brought her out of her stupor and she looked at Sylas as he rested a hand on her face where blood trickled down from one ear. "What? Oh- Yeah. I'm okay, I think," she nodded, still in a daze. She gave Sylas a once over though, and realized he was very much not okay, despite the healing magic pulsing from his other hand into his leg. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. You're bleeding, like a lot," she pointed out in a panic. She slung her bag off of her back and started rifling through it, hoping Brianna packed any sort of medical kit or bandages, but she didn't find any.

"We've got to get you back to get some medical attention," Bea asserted, tossing the bag to the side. "Can you walk?" Bea began to stand on her own legs which still felt wobbly and weak after all they had just encountered. Good thing I'm getting better with flying, she thought grimly.

 

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Sylas grunted as he sat up. The bleeding had slowed to a halt, though his pants were soaked and torn in some places. " 'S alright. Most of that blood is blood I already bled. I managed to close the wounds, though I should take it easy and let the new flesh assimilate." He very gingerly stood to his feet, allowing Bea to take on some of his weight to help. "What the hell was that thing?" And as he asked, he finally noticed the lumps of meat and bowls and black hairy legs lying about. "Whatever it was, it looks like it took care of the spiders, and we..." He looked over to where is not laid in a similar heap. "...We took care of it. Good work."

Sylas reached down and grabbed a fallen torch and lit it on Bea's dropped one and raised it up, approaching the corpse. The light revealed a long cone like body, very well mimicking a common stalagmite. One yellow eye, complete with stab wounds, several tentacles of immense length (not all attached) and a huge mouth full of teeth. Whatever it was, it was disgusting looking. "Guess we're getting paid. We gotta harvest something from it. Grab a spider leg." He offered as he bent down to retrieve that dagger he had left embedded into a tendril and began looking for something easy to cut off and carry back to town, but distinctive enough to capture its repulsive nature and danger for proper payment.

 

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Bea calmed once Sylas affirmed that his leg was no longer as bad as it looked, though he did still limp on it. She walked over to the middle of the room where she had dropped the torch from earlier in the fight which by some miracle was still burning softly. It had incinerated a small radius of the webbing on the ground around it and charred some of the earth, but otherwise, it was still functional.

She took it with her towards one of the lumps she'd tried investigating earlier. Now, she could see that they were indeed eviscerated giant spiders. Parts and pieces were missing or strewn about with bite-sized chunks missing that matched the size of the stalactite monster's maw of sharp teeth. With a crinkled nose and a noise of disdain from the back of her throat, she carved off a leg that was majoritively still intact. She waggled the limb towards Sylas as he worked on the unknown monster. "So we need these as proof of the job? What about that thing?" She pointed at the creature. "Do you eve know what it is?"

 

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"No clue. Some sort of cave monster I've never even heard of before." He looked over it before deciding to dislodge a tooth, which was easily as large as his dagger, as well as coil up one of the separated tentacles. Now for the tricky part: Sylas turned his attention to the mostly intact eye. (Medicine 16) He spent a few minutes trying to delicately removed the eye, and with some minor mistakes, he eventually comes to hold the large and HEAVY eye. Sylas looks back around to the tnt crate, and strides over to a satchel mixed in with the explosives. He stowed the monstrous entrails and turned back to Bea. "I don't suppose you want to keep looking around this old mine do you? We could find something interesting. What do you say?" He himself was tired, but the prospect of really delving into this mine was intriguing. Plus, Sylas was 99% sure that that giant creature, had it been living here, had eaten anything else that might pose a threat.