The group rested but the Castle Denizens were busy, and part of it was getting ready for the last stand and hopeful trapping of the party.
Follows:
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY TWO
(I/C)
"Well that was restful, everyone feeling better today? Less cranky?” Lannis asked with a sarcastic tone to his voice. Without waiting for an answer, he kept going, “Good, I'm my cherry, pleasant self as always, bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to face the monsters. I say we check out the bad zombie hallway, it's just what we need right now, an enemy that is the perfect combination of non divisive and not sneaky. Before we go, Kovid, could you help me find the right stone in here or the other room to loosen? I want to leave some coins behind and don't want to just leave them out. I suggest some of you do the same, these coins are heavy with both the weight of riches, and the weight of weight."
Picking up the bottom of his beard and smoothing it flat, he took out his PICKAXE and started walking around the room, "Lannis, let's see if we can find you a loose stone." Ashe walked around and began tapping lightly, he continued, “I like the idea of exploring north of the classroom. See if the guardians and these 'bad zombies' are one and the same. I am ready for a fight this time."
“We’re positive we want to go up against them again?” Lyra asked. “Just making sure. I don’t want to run away again with my tail tucked between my legs.” She snapped her fingers. “The minute I get a bad feeling I’m going to use that undead potion we found.”
Stowing the last of his gear away, Brendon added, “I think the undead area isn’t a great idea. I don’t have that many arrows left. I get the feeling we’d be trapped between the undead and I don’t know, maybe the shit that was looking for us a few hours ago.”
“I disagree,” Kovid said still picking at the wall (Stonework, Yellow 4). “Sorry Lannis, nothing easy. I’m going to pry you one out. Gonna take me 10 minutes.”
“You do you, Kovid.”
Wyn sighed, “Same ‘ere, Brendon. I sure do hope we find sum arrows today... or at least sometin Wyn cen use against doze guardians en any odder evils needing magic or silva ta kill..."
By the time the party had hid their gear they didn’t want to bring, lightening their loads and getting ready to go, the group had drawn up near the door at the Lower Barracks and dragged the stone cabinet out of the way. "So to the classroom then?” Abraxas asked, sword at the ready. “Do we want to check out the guardians room just to see if they're still there? They didnt seem to really follow us and we most definitely could outrun them.” He looked excited, “What if they're not just Zombies, what if they be Ghouls or Wights? I hear the Wights can be very unforgiving. Could that be what was meant by "Bad Zombies"? What if Grilljax couldn't control them, what makes us think we can? We must all go with caution. Vamonos con Dios amigos. Usamos mucho Ciudad."
Drawing up in a scouting formation (Brendon..Kovid and Wyn..Lannis and Lyra..and then Abraxas) Brendond listened to the door (no roll) and gave the party the thumbs up. Opening the door (>Wis +2 thief search, Red 16) he looked both ways and then stepped out and turned to the north, heading for the stairs up there.
As he did, there was the smell of burned leather and Wyn and Kovid hissed, “Stop. Wait.”
“What?”
They pointed down, “Your right boot.” There was a tendril of smoke coming up from his right boot. Leaning against the wall, he lifted his boot and turned it so the sole was up – and there was a thin line of green slime eating the sole of his boot! “Ah! Fuck!” he cursed, twisting his boot around and around, flopping it about to kick it off.
Kovid brought the lantern around and they pressed the now “off” boot against the hot heat of the lantern’s fire until it slowed and then turned brown and died. Brendon now had a “line” in the bottom of his boot, a chemical burn mark running from the left to right. “Where the hell did that come from?”
Wyn was pointing down at the ground and the party looked, lantern light held up. Outside the door was a line of green slime about the width of a pencil placed near the base of the door but set up in such a way that anyone who would step out and not pay attention, would step on it. Like the Scout did. “Well crap,” Lannis griped, “That’s it, they know where we are.”
Wyn shook his head. “No, don’t t’ink so Monsieur. They would ‘ave melted zee entire door, or been awaitin’ ‘ere for us. I t’ink they do to zee door like we do to zee door wit’ the grain line – to see if anyone disturb it.”
Getting his boot back on, Brendon scowled. “Let’s keep a tighter eye out for any more of this mess.” The party started walking north. They went up the stairs with care until they arrived at the top. Nothing was up there. As they kept going they passed by the door to the Upper Barracks…and Brendon pointed out, in a line in front of the entire door, was a poured out section of Green Slime.
“Wow. Fuckers.”
“Zat is zee Kobolds, I would t’ink.”
“Didn’t I burn all their green slime?” Lannis asked.
“Mayhap, but we don’t know ‘ow much zhey had in zee room.”
“And don’t forget Senor, we also put grande slime in front of door when we run away.” He spread his hands wide. “So now they have mucho slimo!”
“Great. Great.” He waved ahead. “Go on, Brendon, let’s see what other shit the Kobold Night Crew and Gowan Sukiht set up for us to see this morning.”
“I would guess they are marking each door to see which one we come out of,” Lyra whispered, clutching her sling tightly.
As they made it to the end of the corridor, sure enough, the door to the right that led down the long steps to the Vault of the Goddesses ALSO had a line of green slime in front of the door. “I wonder what they’re up to,” Brendon whispered and then turned the corner running west.
And down the very long corridor, the lantern shone about 30’, but..there was candles, slowburn beeswax candles, set up at each intersection of corridor – the Main South passage, the Corridor near the Hanging Hobgoblin, and even a faint candle set up across from the Classroom door where the passage had the nut shells.
Candles. Alone. Burning in the dark and set up.
“Classroom’s down there? Past those little balls of light? That’s where we’re going? Yeah,” Lannis sighed, “This is much better.”
Time now is 6:55 AM
(OOC)
Didn’t want to assume the group would just go down the hall. So there you go! Discuss!
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