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Wednesday, May 27, 2020

PBEM, Episode 39 - Hall, Barrel & Sulfur

THIRTY NINE

(I/C)
“I say we check de west door Lac en me found," Wyn offered, pointing back down the hall. Brendon nodded, eyes looking around.

The dwarf pulled absently on his beard, referring to his scrawled map. "I think the west door is the next logical room to explore, or the hall going further west north of it. The southern west hall sounds like it leads to a flooded area, very wet at least."

Abraxas clapped his hands together once in satisfaction before taking out his sword again. "Okay Amigos, West, Vamonos. I'll watch our backsides.” Looking at the spent torch Wyn and Brendon returned with, he left it against the wall and swung his sword overhead with a flourish. “Why are we just waiting around here, huh?"

The group headed off, retracing the steps Brendon and Wyn had taken. As they were going Lyra once again felt a mounting illness. She was clutching her holy symbol tightly, a prayer to Aine dancing off her lips (=Death Ray Save +1 bonus 2nd sensation, White 10) and then the pressure faded, once again leaving a chilling tingling in her heart that something foul happened again.

“Guys,” she whispered as they turned corner near the door. “I felt it again.”

“Have a tampon?” Lannis asked.

“Fuck a snake, Wizard.”

“Sure,” Lannis agreed. “Wouldn’t be my first time.”

“That reminds me, Senor,” Abraxas whispered, “I think that medusa sans pants or skirt would be mucho frightening, and I no sure I would even look to see if she had vipers on her puta.”

Lyra shook her head. “If they had snake pubic hair, then they’d have snake arm hair and leg hair. Obviously they don’t - so no. I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Not everyone has arm or leg hairs,” Abraxas said.

“Ugh,” Kovid choked, “Please, that sounds disgusting. No hair?”

“You’re afraid of serpents on the head of some chick?” Brendon chuckled, “Wait till you encounter a serpent of the sea.”

Wyn leaned closer while they approached the door. “I also do not tink dee gorgon or medusa have de serpents ‘round dere neder regions... how would de serpents breathe down dere?”

Once at the door, Abraxas waited for Brendon to check it one last time (no roll) before stepping closer. Wyn took Kovid’s lantern as the dwarf gabbed it in two hands, ready to swing. Everyone was tense…and then the Fighter grabbed the handle and shoved the door open and to the left (Str >10, no roll needed) the portal sticking briefly before opening.

The room was not very large, perhaps 20’ square. There was an acrid scent on the air but (>Half Int check, highest score, Pink 10) not recognizable. The room had a pretty large stone barrel looking CASK on the far end of the room with a cover on it not sealed, a single wooden STOOL in the center of the room, and an iron sconce on the EAST wall, with no torch in it. The floor appeared to be swept clean or debris. Kovid and Brendon (no roll needed) were pretty sure the room was free of secret doors and traps.

Time now is 3:12

(OOC)
Small room. What’s the plan?

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