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the depths below.exploring the caverns.All of you will have the same entrance into the caverns -- it will involve going underwater and traveling about one hundred feet through a tunnel which breaks into into a massive cavern, full of air. The breeze is mysteriously fresh, for being both underground and underwater, and before you are three massive dark tunnels. It's hard to decide which one to go toward, but inevitably, you are drawn toward a specific tunnel.
For your top level comments, include what group you are in your subject line. . You will be in the caverns for roughly one week's time in order to get to the information at hand. That doesn't mean you have to stay below that long, but be prepared to pack whatever you need in order to live down there for that long There will be fish to hunt in the waters and the water itself is fresh, but sleeping on the cold marble-like surface might suck, especially if you're wet. And . . . once you get into the meat of things, what are you going to find? group a.
The tunnel by which group A travels down is narrow, to the point of claustrophobia. And along the way, you will run into several obstacles. You will have to travel through underwater tunnels that, again, are narrow and claustrophobic. Stalagmites and stalacites make navigating through the waters treachorous, and getting stuck is not an impossibility.
Additionally, as you move through the pathways (both water and not), you begin to notice little lights flickering in the water. At first, you think it may be crystals sparkling in the water . . . but upon closer inspection, you begin to realize that they are bioluminescent eels. How cool! However, about halfway into your journey, you begin to notice that theyre getting a bit . . . larger. And, should you allow yourself to be attacked by them, not only do they bite, they seem to suck out your energy. These eels feast on magical energy, and suffering a bite from one of these eels will completely eradicate your Astoria granted powers for five hours. Have fun with that.
Finally, at the end of your journey, you will reach what feels like a dead end . . . in that you come upon a small alcove type area, with no discernable exit. And, upon the far wall, you see what appear to be cave drawings. Intricately carved into the stone, with a language surrounding the pictographs that no one understands, are what appears to be two women. One has longer hair, to her shoulders, holding a white orb in her hand. The other, with cropped hair, appears to be holding a blackened orb in her hand. Their arms are intertwined, connected, but there is a large fracture in the rock, scorched across the woman drawn in white, as if someone (or something) has attempted to blast it to bits.
Eventually, upon some investigating, you come across words that you, somehow, do understand, scrawed in a messy text, carved into the stone. Those words?
group b.
The tunnels that Group B heads down are considerably wide, all things considered. Most of the journey in the tunnels for Group B is above-ground and doesn't involve going underwater . . . which may be a good thing, as the water pathways in this tunnel are deep. The water is still crystal clear, but you somehow still can't see the bottom of it. It looks as if it goes on forever . . . and ever . . . and ever . . .
Eventually, though, you come into a second massive cavern, with a huge underground lake. The lake is full of dark shapes that dart underneath the surface -- horses, with the tails of fish, as they pop up to the surface for a gulp or two of air. But when they notice the strangers on the shores of their territory, they circle ranks and edge themselves closer . . . and if you get too close to the shore, you may feel teeth sink into the edge of your coat and an abrupt tug to be pulled into the water.
To be clear -- the kelpies themselves are not particularly violent. However, they've never seen otherworlders like you before, and are definitely scared. Not fighting against them will ensure their slow trust, and they will generally leave you alone. But if you attack them? They'll fight back, and they will drag you down to the depths below without a second thought in order to protect their own.
Eventually, you come across a third massive cavern, with another underground lake. The water seems to sparkle with energy -- tiny lights dance across the water, skipping across the surface without a care in the world. Touching the water will result in temporary paralysis of whatever you use to touch it -- magic, so powerful that you cannot possibly comprehend it. The energy is too much to handle, and you, too, cannot see the bottom of this lake. However, scattered across the walls, are runes carved into the marble. It's a language you do not understand, but you do come across something that you manage to understand . . . tucked amongst the runic symbols:
 group c.
Group C enters into a beautiful crystalized tunnel, with white crystals jutting out into the tunnel. It looks beautiful, but it makes for treacherous going -- the crystals are razor sharp, and sliding through them requires elegance and grace to avoid being turned into ribbons. Move slowly -- you need to in order to make it through this maze of crystals.
Eventually, you make it to a wider tunnel with various deep pools of water scattered along the floor. The pools seem to be endlessly deep, reaching to impossible depths that you cannot see. However, the pools seem to have an . . . alluring feel to them. You are drawn closer to them, curious, inquisitive . . . you want to get into them . . . and if you dip into the pools, watery arms of the sprites that live within these pools glide around you, and coax you into the depths below . . . but you feel calm, serene. Hopefully someone is looking out for you.
But as you move through the tunnel with the pools, you begin to notice signs of life. Not necessarily plant life, or animal life, but signs that people are here. There are footsteps from one pool to the next, wet markings that seem to be permanently wet no matter how much you wipe them away. There are watermarks along the walls, handprints against the marble. And as you begin to walk, begin to notice messages scrawled along the walls, carved deep into the marble.
Every single word is the same.
group d.
Unlike those below the surface, the lakeside shores of Lake Dona seem to be relatively peaceful. Nessie is lazily swimming around and offering rides to those that need it, and campfires are soon built up around this makeshift camp of those who are sitting around to wait. The network does work with those in the caverns, so keeping in contact is far easier than it was in Struxta!
However, in the last days of the investigation, as Group A, B, and C begin to discover the messages in the caverns, storm clouds begin to roll in. It begins to downpour, a frightening crack of lightning streaking across the side with alarming regularity. And, on the final day of the exploration, a voice seems to float through the deluge. And it isn't Astoria's. But it seems to be . . . odd. And suddenly, a message appears on your watches.
¿ɯǝ ɐǝɹɥ ʎon ɐɔu ˙nʎo ɥǝdl ʇo ǝuǝp ᴉ ˙ʎno ɥǝdl ʇo ɐʍʇu ᴉ ¿ɯǝ ǝɥɐɹ nʎo ɔuɐ
What in the hell could that be?
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acatalepsy_logs2018-10-04 09:55 pm
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She starts at first when Cain leans around that stalagmite, having not expected a face even if she had noted the glow of a fire. Her surprise fades off quickly to be replaced by a faint smile.]
How very kind of you, sir. I do not believe I need assistance at present, though a fire is more than welcome.
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[ Despite the dour mood around them, and even Cain's own dour thoughts — that he has no intention of sharing — the smile on his face is bright and welcoming. He waves her over to the fire and the bedroll, offering a seat, and digs around in the pack leaning at his side.
The rations he pulls out aren't exactly gourmet; he'd packed preparing for the unknown, and they're foods meant to last for long travel. Still, he offers to them with a flourishing gesture, meant to lighten her spirits. ]
Sorry if I startled you. We can share a meal to make up for it, if you're hungry?
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It would be a grave lie if I should say no. Prodigious walker I may be but I do believe this excursion is testing even my mettle!
[She seems to be a person of fairly good humor so at least she won't be dreary company - or the type to root for dour thoughts. No, Elizabeth has enough of her own and she's more than happy to spare gloom for a moment for something brighter.
She takes the offered seat, sighing out as she takes the chance as well to relax.]
And how have you fared, sir? You seem to be well prepared!
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[ He rubs a bit ruefully at his arm, in memory of where one of the little things in a shallow pool had snapped at him. The creature had reminded him of something from home, but its glow had been entirely unfamiliar, and his curiosity had gotten the best of him.
He shrugs though, laughing at his own foolishness. ]
But this is actually pretty familiar. I traveled a lot, back home, so I figured packing for a trip where anything could happen would work out. Usually I'm by myself, so it's nice to have some company.
[ That he's by himself because he's snuck off, away from his second-in-command, he conveniently forgets to mention. ]
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[What a scandal, a young gentlewoman in a carriage alone. Staying at an inn alone? No, never!]
I've never seen anything like those creatures. Eels is what they are called then?
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[ As he talks, Cain sketches out the shape of an eel with his hand, long and sinuous — and a burst of electricity, his hand closing into a fist and fingers jerking open to illustrate the shock the eals were able to generate. ]
We're lucky we're running into this variety instead.
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Indeed we are! As much as I disliked these, I should not fancy running... swimming away from the others.
[The swimming itself was difficult enough, thank you.]
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[ Probably he shouldn't sound quite so good-natured about potential gruesome death by land eal, but, well... Not having to deal with them is putting Cain in a pretty good mood. ]
They could get pretty far out of the water. It was impressive, as long as you weren't anywhere near them. They'd come right up onto the beach and everything. The locals caught them and turned them into a delicacy.
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They eat them?
[She whispers it like she can't really fathom the thought.]
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That's right, eat them. They cook them up and serve them, and the whole island throws a festival to celebrate the catch.
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Elizabeth takes a moment to eye the food handed to her uneasily, though she does return to eating it after a moment. Unappealing eel imagery or not, a woman must eat.]
I wonder... it must taste somewhat like fish.
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[ Cain holds a hand up and wiggles it up and down, a kind of, not really sort of gesture.
Luckily, the food he's handed her tastes absolutely nothing like fish — it's some strips of dried meat and some dried fruit. Nothing fancy or particularly delicious, but it's nourishing and edible. A solder's rations. ]
If you prepared it right, it was apparently quite a delicacy... If you didn't, it put you off for days.