[IC] Nomadium - QUEST: PARANORMAL ACTIVITY

"Dont take it personally, love, I'm just joking. I appreciate the help" She tugged own on the rope again, gesturing for Alethea to test the rope while Tyvin helps her up,
 
"Oh. Well, you're welcome," Alethea said as she stepped forward, tugging on the rope. "Wow, you really got that secure, didn't you?"
 
Tyvin gave her a wink, patting the wall behind them. It'd make a good push off point while climbing. "What can I say, I'm good with my hands"
 
The two climb and make it up to the 2nd floor just as the stairs to their left giveway under the debris, crashing through to a basement below where unknown creatures screeched in fury. Even on this level they had to watch their step as many of the boards in the floor were worn and rotted. Several small dotted holes was proof that more than once someone had stepped on a piece overly rotted and broken through. There was whole other part of the guild hall up here with its own study, hall, and a large number of other rooms. Most of the doors had broken or rotted away. However, one door in particular stood out further down the hall, having clearly been mended with care and and lots of nails.
 
Tyvin followed up after her partner without hesitation, there was a lttle girl up there somewhere that they had to teach a lesson. Seriously, who sicks invisible beavers on people!? When they reached the op, Tyvin was the first to exclaim "I wonder which door she went through... Maybe the only door that looks like it' been touched in years"
 
"That would be the logical conclusion," Alethea nodded, eyeing the floor. It was not a pleasant path to get there, but without the threat of being crushed by debris, she felt much calmer. Scampering nimbly across the safer looking boards, Alethea approached the door softly.
 
Tyvin took a moment to notch an arow in her bowstring, expecting any more beasts to flow into the hall after them as she followed Alethea with caution. "Okay, I have some powders in my bad, reach in side and get ready to lob it at anything that growls. If it hits anybody, it should coat them enough for us to spot them despite their invisibility" Her eyes focused on the sole door that stood barely competent, repaired after decades of dismay. "Think either of us can bust down the door?"
 
Alethea turned toward her companion, obediently reaching into her bag and pulling out a petite handful of some kind of powder. Returning to her light-footed hopping, she stood before the door, smiling sheepishly as she observed it. "You probably can," she said softly, "But not me."
 
Misha could hear them talking outside the door and she jumped to her feet, dagger in hand. Though, in her heart, she knew her dagger didn't stand a chance against trained mages. Not to mention, she visible now, in the sense that she had her clothes and cloak on and they hung on her invisible body like some bewitched cloth. "I'm not leaving!" She yells at the mages beyond the door. "All hell will break loose if you try and come through!"
A bluff, but she was out of options.
 
Tyvin took one final breath in to clear her mind as Misha's cries rocketed through the door. "Well, of course. But you're forgetting one thing here..." She marched up to the door and raised one leg aimed at the door, while the woof had ben repaired, it was still an old door that became a victim to it's age. Hopefully that weakened it enough for her to break it open. Finally, she slammed her foot into the door "We ARE hel-"As soon as her foot made contact with the door, she felt pain run up her leg, she may have broken through the door... But she forog tone thing. "FUCK-MOTHERING CRAP! WHY DID I USE THE LEG THAT WAS BLEEDING!?"
 
Alethea stood poised and at the ready as Tyvin prepared to bust down the door. She was ready for some action! But then her companion screamed so loudly, she jumped, looking at her with wide eyes and completely ignoring the now wide-open doorway. "Tyvin, are you okay?!"
 
Misha yelps jumping out of the way of the dresser that had flown towards her from the force of the impact from the screaming mage. She trembled beneath her cloak, the dagger in her hand shaking so badly she could barely hold it. The mages were barely 10 feet away and the ugly one was jumping around screaming like a mad woman. The pretty one was too preoccupied with her companion to notice the floating cloak yet so Misha took the opportunity to escape.
She spun around, looking for a place to go...only just now realizing she'd trapped herself in a place with only one exit and angry injured mages, determined to kill her, stood at that exit. She turned back towards the mages who were squeezing through the opening and nearly dropped her dagger. All she wanted to do was back into the corner and cower in it...but the little pride she had left didn't want to let her die cowering in fear. She held up the small knife, trembling all the while. "I....I'm warning you. D...don't come....a st...step closer."
 
Tyvin had found herself kneeling to the ground, nursing her bleeding leg and hoping she'd remember to bring bandages with her. "I'm not fine in the slightest! My thighs are burning like some creature slashed them with his cla-... Just cover the damn exit" Her head then rose to face what she assumed was Misha, rolling her eyes at the girl's threats. "Oh come off it, you floating...cloak... pillock. We're not here to kill a kid, we're here to escort you to safety"
 
"You're just saying that so I'll let down my guard and you can stab me in the back. No way." She backs up till her back was against the wall. No way there were going to let her escape free and clear after everything she'd just put them through. Especially the ugly one...she looked about ready to shoot fire from her eyes and burn her to death right there.
 
"Okay, quick question though" Tyvin grunted, pulling herself back to her feet using the door frame with a slight click of her teeth as she stared down the talking knife-cloak combo. "So, we've kicked down the door, killed your mighty beasts with only a few scrapes and scratches. You have no chance of getting through us and out of this room, and you're just a little girl with a dagger. Right?" The crystal arm pushed itself outward to show off specks of the invisible beaver's blood on it. "Why would we need you to drop your guard? And if you're hiding some over powered bullshit under the cloak, why would we think you were enough of a threat to take by surprise?"
 
Alethea watched what was going on with trepidation, turning away from Tyvin to peer into the room. A cloak and dagger floated inside, and she raised an eyebrow. Was that the ghost-girl? She looked uneasily at Tyvin, but stood her ground, powder in one hand as she kept one hand near her waist, ready to grab her knife. "We're not looking to stab anybody in the back, and you really don't have many options here," Alethea added with a shrug.
 
The ghost that had been haunting the streets of the old Chenive guildhouse was indeed this young girl. However, not every action could be explained away by the frightened Misha. Some still whimpered in terror of the violent, half-eaten corpses discovered across the streets and alleys. Misha could not have known how brutal this legend had been, but she would know very soon.

The legend was Nabol, and the arachnid had caught scent of them.

Nabol knew very little about herself, simply that she was hungry. She had lived for countless years, and had been forgotten by those that once whispered her name in terror. 8 feet wide, she was resilient, toxic, and quite deadly. And now...she was in the room with the three humans.

A gust of white webbing was spat towards Tyvin, engulfing her legs and arms alike in a paralyzing prison. She seemed the most difficult prey, and this was Nabol's instinct. She rushed towards the other two, eager to feed.
 
Tyvin had expected the run down walls to start crumbling down on her, she expected to reason with the child after a few angst-ridden exchanges, before grabbing the child by the ear and scorn her like a particularly hated school teacher. She did not expect to suddenly be engulfed in some thick white substance that acted much like a net, immediately draining her of all feeling upon contact. "What the fu-" Then came a giant spider. Oh, so it's webbing. "...Alright, when did we go blind? BECAUSE ONE OF US SHOULD OF NOTICED THAT!" She just couldn't believe they missed the giant monstrosity in the room, especially the cloaked girl who had been locked up in this room for a while. It was as if it had popped out of thin air. "Also, SOMEBODY CUT ME DOWN THERE'S A GIANT FUCK-OFF SPIDER!"
 
Misha gasped as the spider squeezed through the doorway, tied up Tyvin then went after the pretty mage. She'd seen the creature in passing once in a while, but managed to avoid it overall. She debates whether to free the angry mean mage but figured if she helped out, it would kill some of the hostility between them. She rushes to the tied up mage's side and cuts at the webbing while the other one distracted the angry, hungry spider.
 
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