Onward: Purple

[voidtreckermods]

The second night of their trek is interrupted by the shaking of the ground. It only lasts a few moments and all the tunnels hold, but it is enough to be a frightening experience.

And it seems to have agitated the monsters. A wave of crabs attack not long after the shaking has stopped, emerging from the rocks around them.

They are close to one of the sandbanks and as they emerge, for a moment out of the caves they will find darkened skies and choppy seas. There is a feeling of a storm approaching. It is cooler then it has been.

But that is the least of their problems. As they cross the sandbank, wading in the water a giant squid attacks. Tentacles reaching out of the sea, to wrap around limbs and pull the voidtreckers and those they are escorting off the sandbank and into the ocean depths.

The tentacles at least seem to withdraw if damaged enough, hopefully they can be fought off before anyone drowns.

Comments

[laurefindil]

"Well, I wouldn't call them traditional per se, but yes, you do have to use the right plants. I mean, I certainly wouldn't make a rope out of wheat," Glorfindel said with a chuckle.

"But mostly it is skill and intent. Perhaps if I could get the right seeds, I could grow some."

[sendiintheclown]

"I do know how to make braids, so I'd be happy to help if you are able to grow the plants."

[laurefindil]

"Mm, you could try," Glorfindel agreed. "But it isn't just the braid, it's also how you sing to it."

[sendiintheclown]

That got Trowa to raise an eyebrow. "You sing to your rope as you braid it?"

[laurefindil]

"...yes?" Glorfindel looked at him questioningly. "You don't? That might explain a bit about non-elven rope."

[sendiintheclown]

"Honestly, most of the rope in my world is made with machinery. Raw materials are fed in at one end, they get processed into fibers, and woven together." Trowa shrugged, taking one end of the rope Glorfindel had pulled out and tying it to a crab claw. "That looks secure, yeah?"

[laurefindil]

"That is magic of a different sort," Glorfindel pointed out. He looked down at the claw. "Quite. You know your knots."

[sendiintheclown]

"Thanks. Do we have any others that we need to include on this rope, or should we look for some seaweed to improvise?" Trowa looked up as he tied on the only other claw he could reach to the one he'd just done. The rope from the train wasn't very long, sadly.