Intellect Random Event

A brutal winter storm suddenly hits, and forces you to seek refuge. Eventually you make your way into a series of unusual caves. Not only do these caves provide perfect shelter from the storm, but they prove to be quite interesting. The walls are lined with ancient paintings, ranging from humans to other animals, and the natural world around them. As you and your companions hunker down for the storm, you decide to take turns deciphering the stories on the walls, with each of you finding a series of cave paintings and telling a story associated with it to the others.

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[b]Skill[/b]: Intellect
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[b]For what?[/b]: Participated in an intellect random event
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[*code]+20 - <a href="LINKHERE">Participated in a intellect random event (cave storytime)</a><br>[*/code]

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

A few days after the meeting, though preparations were underway, he was taking one of his grandsons out for an adventure. Coran had him all to himself, and an adventure it turned out to be, indeed. He’d been intending to show the boy the stream of magma on the border to the north, but a storm had raged into the middle of them, and he led the way, stumbling into a cave with a gruff grunt of aching joints and cold toes. He stood still, ears swiveling, listening for any sounds of danger before he called softly to Coran, “Are you alright, grandson?” He twisted to look for the pale boy, fathomless eyes watchful. Good that they had a coal horn on his harness that he’d worn, and a couple pouches of various supplies. They’d at least have a fire soon.

Where did this crazy storm come from?  The sharpness of winter and snow had already been a surprise to Coran but this was something else entirely.  The storm was going from unpleasant to dangerous.  He was following Regulus and suddenly glad for the man’s bright red coat.  The white snow was flying so fast it was hard for Coran to see the end of his own muzzle much less anything past that.  Even though it was suddenly hard to make out Regulars true shape and form there was no missing the blur of red. The whole idea of getting to go on an adventure with his grandfather had sounded pretty great and as long as they got out of this ok it would just be that much better.  When Regulus found them a cave and he was able to duck out of the barrage of snow and wind the boy nodded, taking a moment to shake out the layer of snow that had tried to make a home on his back.  “Yeah, sure am grampa.  Wow, is it normal to get this crazy up this way? Couldn’t hardly see anything aside from the snow.” Stepping in farther as his eyes adjusted looking curiously at the walls, “Woah, hey look at these things.” All manner of markings were on the cave walls, the sorts of things that could get anyone’s mind imagining what they meant and certainly a pups. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

It was part of Relm and Kefka's routine that if the blizzards became too harsh to make it all the way back home, that Relm would go into the many caves along the outside of Dreamer's Col and Kefka would come find her so they could travel back to their den together. She was only a little deeper inside the caves when she heard the voice of someone, and sure her scent around the corner would be up in their nose, at least the adult. She came around a turn, looking at the two as the big red wolf would start crafting a fire. Relm had started to get used to seeing wolves of all colors by now. When she was born, the only thing she knew were pink wolves until they traveled to be with Lurid and Kichi, and then on her explorations of Boreas and Auster she came across many "natural" wolves and a handful of colorful ones. The pup with the red man was not much older than her but still by a good few months. He would ask about the weather here in the north, and if they weren't aware of Relm's presence, they were now. "Yeah, it's always cold and windy up here." Relm didn't like the cold, but she wouldn't state though her tone was pretty stale on the matter. She came closer to the two wolves, not really worried if they wanted her to stay away or not. Her eyes shifted to the walls and ceiling of the cave as the young guy pointed out. "Oh wow, that's pretty weird." Definitely more weird than cool to Relm, and she could only wonder what they meant. Walk "Talk" Think

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

He became aware of the scent of another a few steps deeper into the cave, and as Aello and Artashir joined the two Valhallans, a pink girl with white and black markings stepped into sight. The two mountain lions regarded the pup briefly before taking the torches Regulus had fabricated with his supplies. The old Archangel thanked them softly before greeting the child, “I’m Regulus, and this is my grandson, Coran. These are Aello and Artashir.” He turned to study the walls and ceilings himself and suggested, “They may have been painted by humans, long, long ago. Your mother was here once, I think, Coran. Similar circumstances, too. A blizzard caught her and she took shelter.” Aello moved closer to a scene he indicated, of small two legged figures surrounding what he thought looked like bison, long lines poking from their middles toward the creature. Weapons? “This here looks like a hunt. And here…” He moved a little to the side to a scene that looked similar to just after a kill, Artashir lighting it with the torch in his black jaws. The two-legged figures seemed to have fallen upon a now bloody bison laying prone, perhaps butchering it. “It looks like their hunt was successful. What do you think their day was like, and how it went?” He cast a glance at the two children, red brow points lifting.

Considering the weather outside Coran was surprised to see a pup show up and all on her own, at least he didn’t smell anyone else with her. Considering his brother had a coat that changed colors her pink coat, while different, was too surprising. “Hello,” the young wolf offered by greeting, “are you alone?” The question was asked with some concern after all the pup appeared even younger than he was.  Being separated from her parents and in this climate could mean trouble for her.  Regulus already gave his name so Coran simply offered, “Pleasure to meet you,” afterward. After that, his attention turned to the scrawling images on the cave wall that his grandfather labeled as images humans had made. “They sure looked strange.” Coran slowly took a seat as he considered it, “I feel like they must be thin,” the drawing sure had them thin with the body the same thickness as the arms and legs.  “and it looks like they have to work in a pack for a bison also.  I bet they would want the pelt to keep warm. So they’d have to skin the whole bison to have enough for everyone.  If they had pups elsewhere they might have to take some of the kill to where their pups are.” After a moment his tail started wagging as he added on, “and if they lived here I bet it was also really really cold and that was why they came in her and made the lines on the wall.  Do you think the pups or the adults made the marks?” If mom had been in the caves she probably had seen the markings also.  What had she made of them?  It had been similar to this huh?  Wait until he told Ardyn about this. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

The two introduced themselves and Coran would ask if she was alone, ”No, I live nearby with Daddy. I’m Relm Abraxas.” and then the red man would begin an explanation of their discoveries. Coran would continue on in the antics. Relm wasn’t so sure what Regulus was speaking was true. Two legged creatures unlike themselves called “humans” hunting? She knew about things like bears and leopards, but she couldn’t imagine a bear being as skinny as the images shown.

Coran was making a little more sense to her, though he was a lot more in depth than Regulus for the time being. Her daddy kept pelts from some of their kills and whatever the creatures may be, rather they be real or fake, it was easy to believe they had the same desires and need for survival.

She wouldn’t say much about Coran’s entire story of the paintings they saw. Instead she moved just a few steps further to another part of the paintings. ”I think they are summoning a demon here.” She looked at a scene where the two legged creatures surrounded a fire still with their stick weapons. It was dark, but Relm wouldn’t forget all possibilities. ”Or I guess if they were hunting, they could be celebrating what they killed. Or preparing for a feast of some sort.” It was actually funny, Relm was not very social in the slightest. Not to her own decision. So how she heard of parties and feasts was only through the words of strangers. Still, if she wanted to be reasonable the creatures must have been celebrating. Though she liked to believe they were summoning a demon.

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

Regulus listened with interest to each child’s idea, glancing to the depiction Relm pointed out with the suggestion of summoning a demon. Maybe. For him, he suggested, “They might be dancing in celebration, thanking their gods. Perhaps their gods are even demons.” At Coran’s addition, he smiled at the pale grandson, eyes scanning the wall, a hum of thought escaping as he padded along the wall, gazing at the marks and paintings. Animals ran, two legged figures chased or danced. But on the lower side of the wall, he spotted a dissimilarity. The print was smeared, but reminded him a little of Ardyn’s paw prints on the front end. “I’d say the adults did most of the work, but this one has a look of mischief. Perhaps one of their pups got into the paint pots.”

“Demons?” That bit of imagination took Coran’s fancy just because it seemed so out of his range of thoughts.  He eyed the image thoughtfully wondering how far out he could imagine past the most common assessments of food and survival.  Regulus mentioned their gods also and it was something to consider.  He followed along, looking at the hand marks and hopping up to put his own paw near one. “No wonder they walked on two legs, look at these funny prints.  If their back paws were like this I’d bet they run real slow.” The paws just weren’t shaped right. “Maybe its how they identify themselves? We mark our territory with scent, maybe they mark it with these things?  I wonder how long they managed to survive.  From the pictures it seems they were reliant on numbers, don’t you think?  Do you think they are all really gone or just too far away for anyone to have heard of them as far as wolves have traveled?  What killed them?  Did they run out of pointy sticks?” The last was said with a little grin as surely there were enough branches to make sticks.  What a funny way to fight. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Relm wasn't a fan of the wise red man, she couldn't really put her finger on it but for some reason his more kind and gentle demeanor was rubbing her the wrong way. It was totally weird, Kefka treated her with lots of love and respect, but maybe Kefka also treated her a little more like an adult whereas this man wasn't really treating the two young ones like children, but perhaps his more wise mind made her feel that way. Coran too Relm wouldn't announce as a favorite kid she met, she was hard to impress at least. While her attitude was mostly snooty, she at least didn't lash out with violence by surprise. Her emotions could have been easy to read that at least she maybe wasn't enjoying the time here with strangers. Looking to Coran as he talked about the two legged creatures, she had to agree. "Yeah, I don't think I've seen anything chose to run around on two legs. But anything I have seen up like that is pretty slow and goes back to all fours if it needs to run away." The talk of gods she would mostly ignore. Kefka had yet to really teach her of the Fallen God, but she knew it was on the agenda of her teachings. Though Relm wanted to just be like those things were probably just dumb and died, that wasn't necessarily logical. "How do things even go extinct though?" She questioned, obviously no creatures in her or Kefka's time had disappeared. "If they were slow though, maybe other things could have ate them and took over. Maybe wolves did." Walk "Talk" Think