ONE HUNDRED THIRTY TWO
(I/C)
As for the Scout, he gave the room a quick look over, dismayed that there was too much to look through and from the sounds two rooms over, there was a lot of combat going on. “Damn it,” he cursed the kobold woman on the floor. Reaching down he grabbed her by the leg, making sure there was no slime near that part (it was all the way up the arm and working on the chest and neck now), and proceeded to drag her out of the room and to the Meeting Room. “Couldn’t you have died somewhere other then where we need to check?” he bitched as he pulled her behind him, jogging the last few steps as her body began to breakdown, the green slime running through her body with increasing speed.
Meanwhile, Abraxas gave the K-800 he was fighting a swift boot to the gut and tried to shove his way between the Cleric and the Statue fighting her. He shoved a Cinnamon Stick at her, begging, "Priestess, por favor, eat some stick and share with Wynods. It is the only way to stop the statues!”
“How do you know?” She asked, ducking another set of blows aimed her way. “I mean, its cinnamon! You don’t just eat it!”
“Si! It is good! I know because Senor SaurKraut and me we both eat it and the statues no attack us. You instead smear it on you, statue attacks you.” He shoved hard (Strength Check: Abraxas Blue 9 vs Statue Teal 4 – Beat by 8 vs beat by 9 – Statue Wins) but could not interpose himself between the Cleric and the Statue. He could though stand there at her side, using his shield to upset the statue’s blows from striking.
“Por Favor! I can not take anymore hits, but will stand here. Eat the Ceenamoon. ¡Rapido, rapido!”
“I can’t!” she cried out, “It’s so terrible and gross! Maybe we can just do something else?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Lannis cursed, biting half of his remaining stick and chewing on it, shoving the other half at Lyra who was holding Abraxas’ piece in her shield hand and trying not to vomit. “So sorry this is affecting your delicate constitution. I found that other shoe I was just talking about! Adventuring can be fun." Sighting the closest Statue, he let his fingers flex and fired off a Pause spell at the elven carved figure (>Save vs Spells, Black 20) but the enchantment fizzled and busted apart, the statue kept on attacking.
"Priestess... I know you 'ate de cinnamon but you need ta eat de cinnamon to live!" Wyn was pressed back behind the door, aware that if the statue decided to turn his or Lannis’ way they were in danger.
Lyra gave a dry heave as she smelled the cinnamon, turning her gaze away and tossing the stick back to Wyn. “Here! I know you want it!” she said.
Biting half of it and chewing hard, Wyn called back to her, “You need ta EAT de cinnamon. I tink dat was Salazar's idea de 'ole time eet only click with me now dough.”
Kovid slammed his hammer at the K800 he was fighting (=+3 to hit, Yellow 9) and connected with the expressionless kobold (1d8+2 damage, Yellow 7 + 2 – 9 Damage!) and shattered bone, twisting it’s body in an almost impossible angle. “Lady Lyra,” he asked, “Are you alright?!”
“Arrgh!” She growled grimacing at the stick Lannis was shoving in her face. “Is it worth dying over? Aine help me!” With her free hand she snatched it out of the Magic User’s hand and shoved it in her mouth, chewing obnoxiously. “MMM! LOOK IT’S DELICIOUS. WOOOOOW SO GOOD! I LOVE THIS SHIT! SO SPICE!” She hacked and coughed and tried to force it down, crumbly bits of cinnamon and phlegm spraying from her curled lips as she tried to force it down.
And the Statues stopped attacking her, glanced at Lannis and nodded, and then glanced at Wyn and nodded. Just standing there.
“Great job, getting that down, Lyra!” Lannis chuckled. “Now the undead please?! I mean I’m sure doubled over trying to swallow something disgusting is a normal weeknight activity for you, but you need to work as well.”
“I am so…HACK!…I am so going to…COUGH!”
“Yes, yes. You will. Later.”
“Aine! For the suffering I am going through, TURN these zombies!” A red aura surrounded Lyra and then billowed out, catching both of the kobold zombies (Turn undead – Auto. 2d6 HD. White 5+2 = 7 HD). They staggered back, looked around the room, and seeing the open door, ran away with increasing speed, lurching into the Meeting Room where Brendon hunkered back and watched them turn and run south through the open door and down the steps.
In the growing silence, Kovid took a shuddering breath and looked around with some concern. “Where’d the thieffff-I-mean-scout go? These statues are just staring at me. Thor’s crotch itch am I still on fire?!”
The statues were indeed just standing there, swords pointed at the floor, and the group drew a collected breath (WMC: Red/Black 5) before letting it out and relaxing at long last.
Time now is: Day 4, 8:14 AM
(OOC)
XP Time. Green Slime: 30 xp Divided
6 Kobolds @ 15 per: 90 xp Divided
3 Zombies (1 killed, 2 turned) @ 65 per: 195 xp Divided
2 Living Statues (Made ineffective) @ 120 xp per: 240 xp Divided
Lannis: Add 132 xp
Lyra: Add 122xp
Wyn: Add 98 xp
Abraxas: Add 203 xp (bonus for cinnamon and scrapes)
Brendon: Add 97 xp
Kovid: Add 113 xp
Battle finished. Nothing came. You have a loaded Ballista and if interested, the Warren room to check. Many dead bodies as well. What’s the plan?
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