Post #2816189 in The Gala-Dor Expedition, a roleplay on RPG

Esther's ears quickly grew tired of the day as she had to sit through the grinding and reeling of opening metal doors. Whether by the clustered space of the sewers, or her own mind slowly giving way to hallucinating sounds, or both, every sound railed on her ears more harshly than usual. It was rather agonizing, even compared to the horrendous sounds of war by the frontlines and sidelines. She had to thank everything that she never had to fight in such spaces until today; and she had to curse Hilgur for sending her, Ashera and Serana down here even if it was for a good cause.

A cause, in fact, that was upheld moments later.

"Ugh, this is their idea of a morgue?" The alchemist quipped in disgust. She could smell the decaying bodies, the overwhelming rust, and the stench of blood through her wilting peppermint mask. Standing in this room for mere minutes was like torture; the deathly detritus would overwhelm anyone's senses in a hurry. It was something else that Hortensia had likely been stuck here for hours at minimum and could still speak with any sort of jest and self-image afterward. "Glad you're alive and... mostly well, Ms. Hortensia. We're here to help you out and back to something resembling a proper life." The Stormhold woman's voice barely hid her wit behind the heavy accent.

"And while we're due for a proper introduction, Sister Maria," She gently nudged the paladin's arm with a coy look behind her mask, "I'm afraid the dead and the detritus are not the place to talk with mead and food in hand." Ah, the classic, Stormholdan way of talking to others: food and drink at a quiet pub; the dwarves certainly approved, minus the lack of rowdiness. Esther certainly had fond memories of that tradition. "We know a way back to the surface once your business is settled with the ring."

She paused. Silently, she asked herself who they were looking at. She turned around and saw Orcimedes.

...No, he couldn't possibly have been foolish enough to-

"Erm," she regretted asking the orc, "you wouldn't have ingested anything... unusual, recently?"

Snippet #2816189

located in Zoltia, a part of The Gala-Dor Expedition, one of the many universes on RPG.

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