Daeron's Adventure (traveling thread)

[Flex]

He leans in and estimates how many people would fit on the platform.

[The Stranger]

There is enough room for four men to stand together if it is close, although the rope looks a little old.

[Flex]

Daeron looks to his two noble companions. "Ready your swords, friends, the three of us are going down." He steps onto the platform and waits for the other two, as well as some of the supplies to be brought.

[The Stranger]

The cart makes a creaking noise as Daeron and his companions, whose name the Admin would remember if Daeron ever bothered to call them by name, begins to go down the mine shaft. The sun is increasingly far away as they are lowered down... down...down into the darkness.

[Flex]

As they were lowered into darkness Daeron took one more look at Jory Caswell and Damian Oakheart, wondering if it was down here in the mines that the Stranger would claim them. He had the names of everyone and was merely biding his time. Daeron couldn't help but grasp his sword as they reached the bottom.

[The Stranger]

As Daeron touched his sword, he heard a terrible snapping sound, and as Jory pulled on the rope to lower them further, there was no resistance. Suddenly the basket was headed down... down at break neck speed. The men screamed as it crashed to the ground, sending everyone ass over teakettle, and the lantern went out.

[Flex]

Daeron waits a long moment, lying in darkness. "Jory?" He asked quietly. "Damian?" He opened his eyes to let them adjust to the darkness.

[The Stranger]

There was the sound of someone screaming right in Daeron's ear as the Lord of Highgarden felt something wet and slick grab his forearm.

From the other side of the room, he heard a weeping sound, "Your grace... I can't feel nuff'n.. below my waist... I.. I can't feel my legs!"

[Flex]

"Urgh..." Daeron says, feeling a pain in his ribs. He touched whatever was on his forhead to feel what it was. "At worst they can only be... broken!" He replied to the cryer, his voice a little more fearful than he had anticipated.

[The Stranger]

It was the hand, which as Daeron traced it, was attached to Damien's shoulder, who was the one screaming, still at the top of his lungs. Daeron felt a little further, and came to the man's head, which had a large.. what Daeron took to be steel rod from part of the cage, through the side of his skull.

[Flex]

Daeron pulled his hand back again quickly, then, hoping for the best, began to feel his own body, trying to find out if any great damage had been done to him. "Damian, calm down..."

[The Stranger]

As far as Daeron could determine, he was completely untouched. The ribs were bruised, rather than broken as he had feared, and besides the bump on his head, he felt right as rain.

Damian continued to howl like a wild animal, or this one beggar child Daeron had once seen in Flea's bottom, its head half caved in, but yet still living.

[Flex]

"Gods..." Daeron muttered to himself, only now realized he had no idea where Caswell was. "Jory? Jory are you here?".

[The Stranger]

"I'm over here milord..." says the voice which had told Daeron he couldn't feel below his waste.

[Flex]

"Oh..." Daeron replied, frowning. He turned to where he thought the cage had been, grabbing around with his hands to see if he could find the lamp.