The Passage of Turring

The Park on the Old Mountain

Valryn Kilsec, a drow, unfortunately opens his eyes as the light from the room outside his tomb greets him. The door fully opens with yet another hiss. This one however, is slower. For the first time in a long time, Val feels warmth and light on his skin, even though it may be from an exposed lightbulb. The light of this bulb also drapes the hallway, now in ruin. How long had it been?
10 years?
25 even?
50?
Val steps out of the chamber, a migraine creeping up on him as he turns to see 4 others. A vampire and two tieflings. The vampire stumbling as he catches himself after a failed attempt to kick one of the Tieflings, who is on the floor, in the head. He goes to adjust something on his face but quickly realizes whatever it may be, is absent.
The Tiefling on the floor stands. A well build man of a tall stature. His face is tattooed with some forms of religious marking, from what Val can infer at least. The Tiefling groans ever so slightly as he subtly stretches before he speaks. His voice rather full for someone who had just defrosted.
"I don't believe we properly introduced ourselves prior to being rushed in here"
He adjusts his jumpsuit, fidgeting with the name tag on it. Val goes to read this tag but is interrupted by him continuing.
"I will begin, I am Jöbrun Wifward."
He turns to the Vampire, who seems to be adjusting his jumpsuit even more than him, any more and he'll wriggle himself out. But he stops and turns with a smirk
"Izar Foster. Famous movie director? You probably heard of me."
Val already dislikes this man. He chooses to remain silent. Looking around the room for a way out. Some movement catches his eye. But its hard for him to properly focus with the head pain he's in.
The other tiefling speaks up. "Hazelwood Faytell." She says as she walks up to both men and presents her hand. "I'm one of the nuclear scientists. I don't work too far from here. Me and my coworker, Martin, were taken in here together."
Jöbrun firmly shakes her hand. Turning to Val. "And you are?"
Val, juggling the thing he sees and his migraine. Turns to the group that's formed and musters out a rather stern "Val." Before turning back to find that thing he saw.
Hazelwood looks around, puzzled. "Where is he..." she says as she walks to one of the pods. This one, unlike the others, has a broken window, rust creeping onto the door as the ice that had leaked out begins to melt on the floor. She pokes it with her tail as it quickly flinches back. Inside the chamber is empty besides a pile of rat skeletons and various coins. Hazelwood runs her fingers thru her hair and kneels down to investigate it.
The thing Val saw grows closer. Its long, lanky limbs end in human like hands. But those are too long to be human. He looks up and is met with piercing yellow eyes. Where human pupils would be is replaced with 2 orange slits. It crawls out into the light, resembling a windigo more than an actual person. Its eyes dart down to Hazelwood and it lunges forward. Reaching for her name tag.
Hazelwood lets out a yelp as she quickly stands up. The creature continues to try and grab her name tag before noticing the others. He rushes over to Izar and Jöbrun and attempts the same. Val wishes he can be anywhere else right now as he watches it run around. He groans, pulling at the little buzzcut hair he has on his head. Pulling his hands down his face, folding his long ears down until they flick back up to their normal spot. He continues to look for some kind of exit. He spots a door and begins to walk toward it. The others however, are occupied.
"What the hell is that thing?!" Izar yells as he steps back. Trying to push the thing away, but not really wanting to touch it. But something catches his eye. "Is this that Martin guy?" He asks Hazelwood, almost accusing her. She turns to him in shock, quickly walking over to them. She looks at the name tag on his own jumpsuit. "What happened..." her voice now low, confused. "I'm sure there's an explanation for this." Jöbrun adds in. "What is it?" Izar quickly asks after.
This creature, grey and covered in what can be assumed to be melanoma, lifts it's hand and jabs its index finger between its eyes. "Meigl". His voice froggy and rough. Meigl leaps and manages to snag Hazelwoods name tag. She seems shocked enough as she stares at him. "Martin..?" She called out, but its only met with another "Meigl" as he hunches over the pile in the chamber, adding Hazelwood's name tag to it. The scientist lets out a defeated sigh. Almost deflating as she shakes her head.
In the meantime, Val is at the door. The handle is stuck and wont move. He sighs and turns to the party, preparing himself to speak and ask for help.
"Don't worry my friend" Jöbrun says, charging up an eldritch blast in his hands "This door will be gone in no time"
Val isnt this guys friend. They have literally never met before. In fact, Valryn can't wait to get away from these people entirely. But he at least moves out of the way first. Getting hit with an eldritch blast on his first day out of cryo-sleep is not something he has on his to do list.
The color drains from his face. The ruby daggers. He has no idea where they are. Panic washes over him as he moves and the cantrip is cast. The door cracks ever so slightly. Water trickles in from the lower half of the doorframe. Hazelwood steps forward. "I got this." She says just before grabbing the automatic door and slamming it open. Water rushes in, not strong enough to knock anyone over. But Val can't help but notice a large mass come barreling toward them.
He quickly steps out of the way of whatever it may be, as do the others. Izar, however, isn't as lucky. He's swept by the feet into the water. This mass lands on top of the vampire and he's met with 4 blank eyes staring back at him.