Tempest was staring blankly out towards the ravine. Her ears lazily flicked towards the voices of those she traveled with. They all wanted to help the noul in the ravine out, she thought. The heat was getting to her a bit, she blinked slowly. Tempest got her water out and took a swig of it to help replenish her body with much needed fluids. Just as she finished putting her water away, Tempest looked up and notice Viltalta looking right at her. The older doe then remarked on Tempest’s find, the rope. Tempest blinked quickly and then, “Oh! Yes! Of Course!”
Quickly, she pulled the rope from her other pack and trotted over to Viltalta with it ready to go.
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“Thank-you, child.” Viltalta nodded gratitude at Tempest, then peered back into the darkness. “We’re going to send a rope down to you. Tie yourself with it.”
She couldn’t keep the venom out of her voice. Perhaps it was cruel of her to want to leave Isra where he lay, but he’d gotten himself in this mess somehow, and she didn’t trust him. She would listen to her party’s wishes, though. She took the rope from Tempest, holding one end securely in her mouth, and kicked the rest of it down the hole.
Scuffling and grunting echoed up from the chasm, then the rope pulled tight. “I’ve got it!” Isra shouted. “I’m ready!”
Viltalta fixed the rope under her hoof and turned to the party. “Everyone grab hold and we’ll haul him up.”
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Haul Isra out of the chasm!
Isra needed to be pulled up a total of 30 feet before he can reach the top.
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Ralir spoke, and then many voices echoed with similar sentiments. It wasn't surprising, in the end; it was hard to find a noul who'd leave another one in the lurch. Even one who'd been exiled by society for...well, whatever this was.
He stood back at first, knowing both that Viltalta had a plan and that he didn't have any rope to contribute himself. Of course - it made sense that she wouldn't lift him out personally. There was a whole group of nouls here, and tiring out their only Ascended noul so early was probably a bad idea.
Anyway, Ralir had to believe that Isra had some goodwill toward Wanderlust, at least, if not toward other nouls. Viltalta had mentioned that the Ater had been banished from the Homewood, and not that he was a blackhorn himself...and his lover was an Ascended. Surely if they helped Isra here, they'd receive fair compensation in the end. So he stepped forward, making no comment himself about Viltalta's clear displeasure with the task. She was putting the group ahead of herself - like a good leader sometimes had to do. He shuffled forward quickly when she asked for help, though, knowing he didn't want her to bear Isra's burden on her own - even if she did have wings.
He pressed down on the rope underneath him with his front two hooves, anchoring himself into the ground with his reverse paws. Ah, except - they'd need to tug, wouldn't they? Just stabilizing the rope here wouldn't help Isra find his way up. Ralir bent down, gripping the rope in his mouth wordlessly and heaving.
Dousan was also of the mind to help Isra, agreeing with the party at large, regardless of the stuck buck's exiled status. He had been stuck in that ravine for a week and his supplies were diminished or completely gone. Being trapped on a ledge, likely no place to shelter when the harsh, blazing sun passed overhead, and who knows if any predators had come sniffing around the edges above him. Dousan shuddered at the thought. He wouldn't wish the situation on anyone and they all had the power to help extricate him from his predicament. Besides, once he was out, probably after getting a bit of a bite and a drink of water, he may be able to better tell them about their destination, where Wanderlust and their party were heading, and so forth.
Waiting in the wings while the rope was kicked down to Isra, Dousan got into position toward the end of the rope, all the better for other nouls to find a space along its length to tug when the order to pull was given. Once it was certain that Isra was secured, the buck gripped the rope in his mouth and tugged. Whether it was because his grip was awkward or his stance wasn't completely optimal for the task, he felt like his initial pull wasn't his best showing, but he wasn't about to quit now! He'd just have to readjust himself, whether in his positioning, his grip, or something for his next pull. He had helped a little!
As another noul joined in, Ralir hunkered down and tugged again. The other buck - who looked familiar; he was Aldwyn's friend, right? - seemed to have gripped the rope awkwardly or something. Still, he had contributed, and his presence meant that the pulling force here was substantially more stable. It gave Ralir the confidence to try pulling again, not minding whether anyone else joined in. He was probably far from the strongest noul here, but there was a large group. Trying to grandstand here wouldn't be helpful to the group as a whole.
Instead, Ralir intended to contribute what he could, and by tugging steadily, they'd be able to lift Isra out of the ravine eventually. Then...well, then, they'd see what Isra was actually like. He still wasn't exactly sure what Isra had done, and he wasn't about to ask Viltalta. But someone who was harmful to Homewood's culture wasn't necessarily a bad person. Father was a prime example of that, wasn't he? The fact that he favored cautionary tales discouraged nouls from becoming Wanderers...but he'd contributed to the general safety of the Homewood, too.
It had probably been the correct decision to exile Isra from Homewood. That didn't mean, necessarily, that Ralir had to hold a personal grudge as well. He'd get to make his own judgment, which occupied his mind as he tugged.
Tsarine listened intently to Vitalia about pulling up the stranded noul known as Isra. He still wasn't sure why this particular soul had been banished though it had to be something severe. Of course Tsarine had ended himself up in the ruins through most of his youth so he had no clue what was going on.
"Tsarine, grab the rope. Pretty sure its going to take then entire party to pull this guy out depending on how big he really is".
Nodding he headed up from the sidelines getting a really good view of the ravine's depth. It seemed to carry on for miles leaving him shiver with the thought of being stranded in a place full of the unknown. Some would argue the ruins were equally as foreboding as the Barrens and Bog in other arguments. Tsarine did nod his head to dander in the ruins especially, the rotting structures. Many times he'd been close to being injured or worse but he survived. How this particular noul was down in the ravine puzzled him. Once they finally pulled him out, Tsarine hopped they'd get answers why he was down there to begin with.
Moving towards the rope lipping it with his muzzle he finally got a good grip, giving it a tug. It really didn't do much but there was a tiny bit strain telling Tsarine he was actually helping to pull Izra out of the depths.
"Great work Big Boy" his companion cheered from his withers giving as much encouragement as she could.
Tempest stood back as Viltalta tossed the rope over while holding a hoof on one end. Three other nouls came up after a moment to start heaving Isra up from 30 feet over the side. This was going to be quite the undertaking in this heat, but it needed doing. Everyone wanted to save this noul despite why he was out here or over the side. Wanderlust said they’d need the rope, did he mean for this? Hopefully it survives pulling a full grown noul up, they may need it again.
The going was slow, she took note. Only three nouls had been pulling and she guessed they only moved about six feet. So she steeled and shook herself off, positioned herself at the rope and took it up. Her energy reserves had bounced back while she was observing everything going on around her. So she dug her hooves in and threw herself back against the rope with all her might. With the others pulling she felt them make some decent headway. Lets keep this up, she thought. They still had a ways to go.
Adahy jump in to help lower the rope. But he was not as helpful as he had hoped he would be. Dropping the robe only a foot down they still had a lot more to go. "It will take forever at this rate." He thought to himself. But maybe it was better this way, Adahy was still injured after all.
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"Ooh, look, they've got it set up," Ysalone said excitedly, hurrying over to help. All of this was so new and terribly fun. The doe leaned down to grab the rope with her teeth and hauled as hard as she could, throwing her weight back to help the others as they worked to pull Isra up.
As they all yanked and pulled and struggled against the weight on the other end, Ysalone couldn't help but think about how fortunate Isra was - how fortunate they all were, perhaps - to have found such a group that was willing to pitch in this way to help.
She dug her hooves in and yanked one more time, eager to help get the noul up. The sooner they rescued Isra, the quicker they might have some answers as to where they needed to go.
Well it was certainly a good thing the rope hand been found. And that it hadn't decayed into an unusable state. And now it was time to put her back where her mouth was. The others had managed to rig up a system to haul to fallen Noul out. She took her place at the rope, gripped it with her teeth and hauled with all her might. Which was not all that much.
Moon Mist hoped that together they had the muscle to complete this task. It certainly wasn't a one Noul job ... Her mind turned to how lucky the fallen Noul was. If this wasn't the exact place they passed what would have become of them? Nothing good, she was sure.
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4, 5Total: 9 (2-12)
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Draven got his mouth around the rope with the others. Chewing slightly to get his teeth between the fibers for a better hold. He stepped backwards a pace before heaving. Pulling at the rope to haul the dead weight of another Noul up the side of the gorge. This as going to take them all to do and some time to do it with. But foot by foot, they all would haul him upwards.
This progress certainly wasn't what Ysalone would call... fast. As other nouls hauled, she took a quick break, and then readjusted her grip on the rope, throwing her weight backwards once again. Finding traction on this ground proved to be a little more difficult than she'd expected, and the doe almost slipped before catching herself. It'd be both unhelpful and embarrassing if she fell and everyone had to hold her weight on the rope.
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Viltalta grabbed the rope between her teeth and yanked, flapping her feathers to help her pull back. Below her, Isra grunted as he was hoisted in the air. Hopefully whatever harness he’d fashioned was snug enough and the rope strong enough to carry him. If he fell again… Viltalta shook the thought from her mind and continued to tug.
She would have liked to rally her team on, but with the rope clenched beneath her teeth she could only grunt from exertion.
“I think I’m halfway up now!” Isra shouted.
Viltalta stared the length of her nose into the pit, she could spot him, a small bay buck, dangling from the rope. Isra kicked his hooves into the side of the ravine to help haul some of his own weight.
They were nearly there now!
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Keep pulling!
With everyone's effort + the aid of Viltalta and Isra, we've made it 20 feet! 10 more to go!
Roll 2d6 1-6: you’ve helped pull him up 1 foot 7-9: you’ve helped pull him 2 feet 10-12: you’ve helped pull him 3 feet!
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It didn't really seem like they were making progress. Ralir could definitely tell that he was farther back than he'd been at the start, though, by quite a few noul-lengths, and the fact that there were many nouls now joining in - Ysalone, that grumpy buck, and the lilac doe who'd been carrying the rope (she seemed strong), among others - meant that the burden was shared across far more shoulders now.
The weight Ralir had to personally bear was much reduced now. That didn't mean he should let the rope have any slack, though. He steeled his shoulders and tugged again, feeling glad for the strength apparent in Viltalta's wings. He certainly couldn't see down the ridge, from his current vantage point - and he wasn't sure that he wanted to step close enough to try, without wings of his own. Isra's voice, just audible from here, let him know that the progress could be perceived on that end, too.
The day had been long and hard, but it hadn't strained his muscles too much, so he was able to contribute a reasonable effort here. He could understand being tired, anyway; the heat seemed to sap people's strength, and though it was cooler now that nighttime was approaching again, they'd spent a full day trekking toward...wherever their goal was.
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total distance: 20 + 2 = 22/30]
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6, 3Total: 9 (2-12)
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Having placed himself to the back of the line, near the end of the rope, Draven too a moment to let go and retake up grip. Turning himself around, the rope over his shoulder. It was this way he pulled, much like hauling a cart of sorts instead of pulling another Noul up the side of a gorge. Seems they were getting close to pulling the exiled out of the hole. Perhaps he would have more information on where he had sent Wanderlust.
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Draven got his mouth around the rope with the others. Chewing slightly to get his teeth between the fibers for a better hold. He stepped backwards a pace before heaving. Pulling at the rope to haul the dead weight of another Noul up the side of the gorge. This as going to take them all to do and some time to do it with. But foot by foot, they all would haul him upwards.