ONE HUNDRED THIRTY FIVE
(I/C)
"Wyn votes for de slime burning at de base ov each door,” the elf said,”En take out size candles in de hallway. We cen pick den up along the way en save dem for tonight."
Abraxas nodded vigorously and Lannis did too, adding, “I'm in agreement, unlike the ballista the slime is far too dangerous to leave laying around for future use. If we're in the area it might not be a bad idea to check on the status of the food closet, lest the growling of Lyra’s stomach give us away. If the food is still good we should pick a new spot to drop some for later. Beyond that, zombies?"
Lyra cinched her bag closed. “You think a majority of the kobolds and bug bears are taken care of in this area? We might be able to restock our ration supply... not that I’m always thinking about food.” She slung her shield up in place on her arm, “Also I’d prefer to deal with the slime - in case we need to make a quick get away somewhere we won’t also have to deal with accidentally stepping on slime later.”
The dwarf spun his hammer once, “Yeah let’s burn that slime. Don’t want to see any more of that green shit for... ever.
Brendon took point, listening to the hall before motioning the group back into the hall south. From there we traveled east, eyes peeled and lantern high. Abraxas had relit his torch so we had a ready flame and the party started their walk. The first doors were the ones in front of the hanging hobgoblin (no slime there) and the stairs heading north to the Spy area – again, no slime there. We continued east past the long hall and then to the corner door heading to the catacombs. The slime was there and we burned it away. It left an obvious burn line on the floor which Brendon (Theif Int >12, no roll) shook his head and drew out an old piece of paper he had taken earlier and smeared it clean, obscuring the fact there had been anything there.
“Smart,” Kovid muttered.
Brendon led us down the steps into the Catacombs where we passed the vault of the Elven Goddesses and then up to the Ishtari Baths (slime). We fixed the slime there and then checked inside (no slime on any of the other doors in the baths), and moved on. The dead ape was getting rank and the number of flies and bugs had doubled and we kept going. At the stairs going up we had seen another slime line and corrected it (WMC: Red/Black 2) and then kept going.
We addressed both the Lower and Upper Barracks, cleaning up the slime line and then up the small steps to the main hall and fixed the slime in front of the three doors here (the storeroom we had left alone). From there we went south to the entrance hall and although there was no slime, looked anyway. We went to the west and looked down the hall and steps to the fresh water seeing no slime, and the door where slime had been store was open and there were numerous scrapes on the floor in here as they had first moved the cask.
The stairs going down to the sulfur room were clean and we went around to the north again turning to the west and the food room. Brendon held his hand up and we slowed as he peered into the open room.
It was filled with slime.
The entire room was covered wall to wall as the original food stuffs in here had been eaten by the slime that Gowan and his troupe had introduced in here. “Shit, shit, shit,” he cursed, holding his head.
“Monsieur, you ok?”
“No. Headache.” Brendon shook his head clear. “Well, fuck. They ruined it.”
“We did take some.”
“And they ruined that.”
“There are a few days in the Lower Barracks still hidden.”
Brendon pursed his lips, thinking. “Ok. Maybe…we approach the Butcher at some point? Probably has some meat?”
“Oui…,” Wyn agreed slowly. “Possibly.”
Pointing at the 400 square feet of green slime, Brendon took out his own torch and lit it. “Ok, nothing for it. Let’s get rid of this.” He looked at Abraxas and sighed. “You have your torch, going to help me?” and he stepped in, torch held low, and began burning the slime away one pass at a time, it hissing and popping as he waved his brand.
The Fighter sighed and muttered something under his breath, but entered the room and the two of them spent a little over 15 minutes burning off all the slime. The air was rank for the reek of burnt slime and charred chunks of ash and filth were everywhere, but they emerged satisfied and complete. Brendon extinguished his torch and drew his sword again, resuming his position at point and the party kept going on.
This left them with one hall left – the one that lead to the cold area. The same hall that the zombies had run down earlier when turned. “We know there was no slime here,” Brendon said, “we had come this way. And the only slime that would be here would be in the cask at the bottom of the steps when they threw it at Kovid.” Abraxas’ torch was pretty much done and he let the last of the flame gutter a few times and then extinguish.
He tapped his chin. “So, do we go that way and risk running into the K-800’s again to burn the very last of the slime away, or do we not and take the long way around to go back to the Classroom area?
Time now is Day 4: 10: 04 AM
(OOC)
All doors have been cleared of slime, no W/M this hour. What’s the plan?
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