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Desmodus · February 29, 2008, 01:46 PM

[ooc: I thought you were a half-elf like everybody else! I'm so embarrassed!]

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The footholds were actually carved into the rocky face of the hillside, and were of a piece with it. As such, they were not in any danger of shifting under the esh'lahier's weight, nor even under Bork's weight, when it came to that. The moss made the rock a bit slippery in one or two spots, but wasn't too bad as long as one was careful. The scariest bit was actually the railing, which wobbled loosely, and seemed liable to pull loose at any moment. Fortunately, it didn't, and Dego was able to make it down in one piece and even on his feet.

The dwarf had unslung his crossbow and loaded it, and when Dego looked up at him to let him know he was safely at the bottom, the dwarf pointed the bow at the ground, carefully removed the bolt, and then proceeded to clamber down the uncertain stairway. He nearly lost his balance about half-way down, mainy because the right handrail shifted unexpectedly under his hands. Muttering something dwarvish that sounded suspiciously like an unfavorable description of somebody's pedigree and sexual habits, the dwarf managed to recover, and climbed the rest of the way down hold onto the rocks themselves rather than the uncertain railing.

A combination of effort and adrenaline left Bork a bit short of breath once he had reached the bottom. "I'm for having a sit-down and a spot of jerky before we go in, what do you say?" he asked. Without waiting for agreement, the dwarf unslung his pack and leaned it against the low wall around the wheel pit, then pulled out some jerky to offer Dego. "It looks like there's two ways in," he observed, just before biting into some jerky himself and sitting down next to his pack. "The first is right over my shoulder. Little footbridge over the wheelpit leads into the wheelhouse, and then just around the corner there's a main entrance." He pointed with his jerky over his shoulder at the wheelhouse. "This entrance looks a bit safer; the building doesn't look like it's about to fall in on you, but it's probably also a door we'd have to...unlock, shall we say. The front door's probably open, but a bit more of a structural hazard."

He chewed hungrily on his jerky for a moment, took a swig of water from his waterskin, and then looked at Dego. "What would you like to do next, Mr. Elf?" he asked brightly.

February 29, 2008, 01:46 PM	#11 (permalink)
Desmodus Luminary Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Acumin & Herozzal Posts: 939	[ooc: I thought you were a half-elf like everybody else! I'm so embarrassed!] ic: The footholds were actually carved into the rocky face of the hillside, and were of a piece with it. As such, they were not in any danger of shifting under the esh'lahier's weight, nor even under Bork's weight, when it came to that. The moss made the rock a bit slippery in one or two spots, but wasn't too bad as long as one was careful. The scariest bit was actually the railing, which wobbled loosely, and seemed liable to pull loose at any moment. Fortunately, it didn't, and Dego was able to make it down in one piece and even on his feet. The dwarf had unslung his crossbow and loaded it, and when Dego looked up at him to let him know he was safely at the bottom, the dwarf pointed the bow at the ground, carefully removed the bolt, and then proceeded to clamber down the uncertain stairway. He nearly lost his balance about half-way down, mainy because the right handrail shifted unexpectedly under his hands. Muttering something dwarvish that sounded suspiciously like an unfavorable description of somebody's pedigree and sexual habits, the dwarf managed to recover, and climbed the rest of the way down hold onto the rocks themselves rather than the uncertain railing. A combination of effort and adrenaline left Bork a bit short of breath once he had reached the bottom. "I'm for having a sit-down and a spot of jerky before we go in, what do you say?" he asked. Without waiting for agreement, the dwarf unslung his pack and leaned it against the low wall around the wheel pit, then pulled out some jerky to offer Dego. "It looks like there's two ways in," he observed, just before biting into some jerky himself and sitting down next to his pack. "The first is right over my shoulder. Little footbridge over the wheelpit leads into the wheelhouse, and then just around the corner there's a main entrance." He pointed with his jerky over his shoulder at the wheelhouse. "This entrance looks a bit safer; the building doesn't look like it's about to fall in on you, but it's probably also a door we'd have to...unlock, shall we say. The front door's probably open, but a bit more of a structural hazard." He chewed hungrily on his jerky for a moment, took a swig of water from his waterskin, and then looked at Dego. "What would you like to do next, Mr. Elf?" he asked brightly.