[oc: session 3; In the Belly] by Seh-k'r of the Deep Dark [Odemark] | World Anvil
11th of Stockade 803PC 15:00

[oc: session 3; In the Belly]

by Seh-k'r of the Deep Dark [Odemark]

Nemora, Kole and myself conducted further investigations inside the crashed vehicle, while Gamma, Aponia and Vaughn worked on digging out the side door to allow us better access. I made sure to approach Nemore while Kole was occupied elsewhere to ask her about what she really is, and the thing she had shown Kole, making sure to be clear I simply wanted to help her if she wanted, but would be okay if she did not. Apparently, she is a Shadar-Kai, a subspecies of Elves. She told me a little about them, but I believe she may not know a lot about her species herself, especially given what else she told me.
 
All seemed to be going well at first, but it did not take too long before Gamma came to get us. Apparently, out of nowhere, Vaughn had disappeared in a flash of light, as a thunderclap sounded, leaving nothing but charred boot prints. A quick investigation gave us no clear answers as to what had happened? Maybe there was some weird magical feedback that caused the explosion, of perhaps the vehicle we are investigating has some hidden anti-mage weapons? Perhaps we will discover the truth later, or perhaps we may never know what truly conspired?
 
Unfortunately, our investigations, and perhaps what happened to Vaughn, also had drawn the attention of the Dabbeck upstairs. As they descended the stairs, however, it appeared these Dabbeck were a favourite snack of the large adult sand crab hiding in the sand below those stairs. After one of them was snatched off and devoured, the other Dabbeck retreated. This, however, was a sign for us we could not let those creatures roam upstairs any longer. The sand crabs might migrate without us noticing, and we may not notice them coming the next time. Furthermore, we can't really let them spread whatever made them into what they are across the downed flying machine.
 
Gamma managed to, for a lack of better words, befriend the sand crab, and along with Nemora, who is capable of speaking with animals via magic, managed to come to an accord of sorts. It will remain here as long as we provide food, but I am not certain it does not consider us food still as well, perhaps with Gamma as the sole exception. For the moment, however, it left us alone, as we, after taking some anti-virus not to be contaminated by them, engaged the Dabback. Several were drawn down one by one, and were fed to the sand crab until it was full. Between a handful of other Dabbeck and Gamma, however, the stairs were unable to take the weight and collapsed, turning the engagement from a funneled fight to one where Gamma was engaged with several of these foul creatures.
 
Between Gamma and Kole, they seemed quite capable of dealing with the Dabback, but Nemora turned to leave the cramped confinements and headed to the rover. I assumed this was because she might not have been a warrior like Gamma and Kole, and decided to follow her, since my expertise also is not with the blade, but also because I felt it would be unwise to leave Nemora alone outside. As it turned out, Nemora's action was to draw me, and possibly Kole, away from the danger as she was unsure we were able to hold our own in a fight. While Kole remained, she did leave me with her cloak in the rover, revealing a small armoury worth of weapons (I think I counted at least 8 daggers, a rapier and some sort of spiked chain that she wore like a belt?), before she returned to the fight. Deciding to take the hint, and not follow her back, I decided to instead spend some time working on the navigational computer until they would come to get me.
 
Nemora, Gamma and Kole dispatched of the Dabback that had came down, but we could not know for sure there were none left unless we would go up there ourselves. Our best shot at that, we decided, was for me to climb up, take a quick peek to see if things appeared safe, and if so, secure a rope and throw it down to the others. The upstairs, we quickly found, were no longer home to Dabback, but we did encounter some other, although related, strange creature. This appeared to be a puddle of molten Dabback(?). Gamma had remained behind until then, not wanting to risk breaking the ropes if it was not necessary. Nemora and Kole took position in front of me to engage the abomination, and I realized this was not a situation in which retreating was a viable option. Combat may not be what I excel in, but I could at least try to help out where possible, preferably without angering Nemora by doing so. I am unsure if our earlier conversation has anything to do with her behaviour toward me?

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    11th of Stockade, 803PC 04:00
  2. [oc: session 2; Down the Hatch]
    11th of Stockade, 803PC 12:00
  3. [oc: session 3; In the Belly]
    11th of Stockade 803PC 15:00
  4. [oc: session 4; More Loot, Less Pillage]
    14th of Stockade 803PC 21:35