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They've done it again!...........

Cyrus has opened a hell mouth and released Morden unto the world...While Althea stood by and watched....

saracen | RE: Vampyre Hunt (cont from the hunt pt2)

"Bah boll***s to this" he cuffs the hound gently then strokes it some more
"come on then lets get a move on - maybe find some food on the way" Cyrus begins geting ready to move, being aware that there are still many hostile around, he starts to plot a route from cover to cover in the general direction of the port. When Althea is also ready he will head off.....


"What did I do to deserve this!?"
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Althea: Vampyre Hunt (cont from the hunt pt2)

Unable to read him and at a loss as to what he was doing Althea stashes her waterskin once more....

Checking over her stuff she pulls her short cloak from her pack and wraps it around her before getting to her feet....stretching and flexing to ascertain any limitations caused from her injuries....shunting the aches and pains to the back of her mind.....

Quiet and thoughtful as she does so... she quickly checks her blades and shouldering her pack she looks at him and shrugs, “ready, I guess...”

"If my shadows all that survives, Im still alive"

Setting off at a brisk pace, first darting from one patch of cover to another, then a more constant rate as the features of the land thicken and they can maintain movement without fear of being spotted from a long distance. Cyrus has Altheas bow nocked ready with an arrow and his last remaining hellhound Parast at his side.....

As they travel Althea constantly watches for any trouble coming their way, quietly following Cyrus’ lead....the noise of a waterfall growing rapidly closer....

The air becomes moist, the air filled with the sound of torrential waters. The terrain dropping away abruptly, plunging downwards in the form of a thundering waterfall. Plunging downwards the waters cascade into a heaving and churning pool below. There is a track downwards along the edge of the waters, a slippery, rough path criss crossed with ropes, wooden struts and makeshift bridges. Along the route are some sparse growing bushes, far and few between. Numerous ledges can be seen along the downward route. A dark green moss can be seen on the ledges and lining the rock face. The track eventually dissapearing behind the cascading waters. The sound means it is hard for them to hear each other. The spray from the waters means they are already coated in a sheen of fine mist.
Althea will be finding the going hard as her bound injury’s take their toll on her.
{plot call – they can not make this down in one post. As they move downwards plot will introduce the obsticles}

Cyrus turns to Althea and says "well we got the hard way or the soft way....whadya rekon?"

Coming up behind him, ignoring the dull ache in her side and shoulder she peers over the edge....looking down.....a menacing glint in her eye.....turning she looks at him a wicked grin spreads across her face...."F**k it, I'm sick of what ifs...." with the final word she pushes him hard over the edge and jumps after him.....

"yooooooooou biiiiiiiiiit*h!" echoes as they fall, Cyrus tries to keep his limbs in check for a streamlined splashdown

They hit the water seconds after each other, the impact partially broken by the churning of the water from the falls. Both severely winded, pain shoots through both their bodies as they plunge through the churning waters, bubbles stream upwards past them both. Eventually their downward motion ends and they are tossed in the waters, buffeted about, their lungs screaming for air they both struggle upwards, survival instinct strong in them both.
They come above water in a dimly lit, cavern, the sound of the waterfall above them.
They are in a shallow pool of water, a firm sandy footing beneath them.
Cyrus’ left shoulder is dislocated. His right hip is broken having taken the brunt of the shock of his entrance into the water, he is barely conscious .
Althea’s wounds in her side and shoulder have been re-opened, having fallen badly she has broken ribs, broken ankle and disclocated knee (same leg).
Both are disorientated and dazed.

Dragging himself along the sand out of the water pain wracked and extremely pi**ed off Cyrus grits his teeth for the moment, trying to figure out if he should laugh that he is still alive or curse the stupidity of women....

Choking and coughing up water, her lungs heaving to gain air Athea, trying to drag herself upwards is crippled by pain shooting through her leg....collapsing into the water she is racked by a coughing fit before she hauls herself out of the shallow water using her remaining good leg as leverage, ignoring the pain tearing through her....
Collapsing close to Cyrus she rolls onto her side before coughing some more....a perverse grin reaches her face as fighting the messages her body is throwing at her she says “F**k me we made it!” before another coughing fit hits her.....