ONE HUNDRED FORTY TWO
(I/C)
"Well, dat was fun," Wyn said, taking out his WOODCUTTER’S AXE, "Time for de clean up, oui? I chop off de heads en feet to prevent de zombies, Monsieurs Salazar en Dwarf move de bodies, en de odders keep watch?”
Lannis took a look at Wyn, face set in a horrified expression, “What the hell? This all seems terribly messy and time consuming, can we just cut their Archibold tendons and be done with it? Nobody is going to raise a zombie that can't walk.”
The elf laughed, swinging the axe once overhead for practice. "Achilles! Nonsense! I know some may not tink dis be a gud use ov time, but we don't want more zombies to deal wit in de future. We need ta try en eliminate threats... not create more for de future."
The Magic User shook his head. “It's also a little worrying how much you seem to be enjoying yourself...,” he held up one hand weakly, “please stop..."
"Monsieur du Lac... your lips look a little blue. You ok?"
Lyra frowned. “Seriously? Hacking up bodies in the hall, Ew!”
“We can stack them in the room with the other bodies,” Kovid offered. “I’ll help hobble and whack them.”
Abraxas bent down and grabbed one of the dead Greenskins. “We should bring the bodies to the room with the other bodies. I can take 2 or 3, Señor Kivodos can lift at least that many. We carry them to the room, then Señor Wyvern can chop them up there.”
“I am just ‘appy to do my part,” the elf smiled, axe upraised.
“We can probably just chop the feet between the toes and the ankles. Then they cant stand up or balance. No need to cut the whole joints up, and risk breaking axe. Chop once, foot is done. Ankles can take tres, o quattro chop chops. Chop once, move to neck, chop chop, move on to next. Then we can compare techniques with the Butcher.”
“Oui, oui! An’ Brendon, I know, ‘Noise!’ Yes yes. We get it. Battle is noise though. We are not battling. We are just working ees all. Working on zee dead bodies, oui? We can keep it quiet for now.”
“And speaking of the Butcher,” Abraxas offered, pulling out a filthy large sack, “I have a bloody Sack already, may as well put some meats in it for him as well.” He looked at the dwarf and nodded, “Okay. Here we go, and lift!"
As the bodies were brought to the left room and Brendon had cleared the door, Wyn positioned himself inside, axe on his shoulder, a serene look in his eye. Lyra was outside the room, watching the Fighter and Dwarf drag the bodies in one at a time when she smiled and glanced up. “Oh, Wyn. You asked about that person earlier? The rich guy?”
“Oui, I did.”
“I don’t know for sure, of course. It was just a guess - though Aine did speak to me in a dream once. Said there was or is some rich dork with a sling. She told me to be better than him. So... I am,” smugly, she shrugged happily.
Dropping a goblin at Wyn’s feet, Kovid commented, “Let’s do a quick, search for the slime, and get a move on. North of the classroom? I feel like I’ve been saying that for days. Map needs filling in.”
Brendon chuckled, “I don’t know who’s enjoying themselves more, Wyn and Kovid cutting up the goblins or Lyra rippin’ Lannis a new one.”
"Lyra couldn't rip me if she got her three closest friends together to draw and quarter me."
"HA!” Abraxas laughed as Wyn axe whacked the next dead body. “Good one Señor Larnaulis. A horse joke.”
“I don’t understand the horse jokes,” Lyra said.
“Trust me, Lyra,” Lannis smiled, “The joke is as plain as the look on your face.”
The rest of the time was spent with Wyn defacing the bodies and the two fighters dragging the corpses in. The hall was still bloodstained and filthy, but it no longer was choked with 10 corpses.
After almost 15 minutes, the group cleaned up, shut the door, and following Kovid and Brendon’s lead, returned to the hall walking north. “Slime,” the dwarf whispered. “Let’s take it out.”
The group traveled north, ears sharp and eyes peeled for anything. They made their way eventually to the steps and took them down to the chilly hall where a glance around the corner showed nothing. They walked the long hall, listening and watching until they arrived at the door at the end. Closed.
“Goblins must have closed it,” Brendon offered. He leaned into the door, listening (>Hear Noise, Red 92). After a moment he said, “Don’t hear anything.”
Kovid nodded, grabbed the handle, turned and pulled…and a goblinoid voice asked, “Squee, Kopta Goona Ra Din Alllegro?” (Squee, did you find out what that noise was?”)
It was a single goblin standing by the cask, had a large glass beaker about 1/3rd filled with green slime, was dressed in a leather jacket covered in pockets and pouches, had a pair of ornate copper bracers on its forearms with some lizard designs, and was wearing a set of ruby lensed spectacles.
(Initiative, Party Steel 4 vs Goblin Red/Black 5)
“Corfard! Elfingar!” (Corfard! Murderers!) it swore, slapping the bracer on the hand holding the slime. There was a flash of light and the reek of ozone and burnt paper followed by an inrushing of air and when we could see a moment later, the goblin had disappeared!
“Where’d he go?” Kovid growled. “Invisible?” he began swinging his hammer wildly about, stepping into the hall, eyes searching.
Lannis (<Int +2 spell bonus, Pink 11) and Wyn (<Int, Orange 5) both looked at the area, smelled the burn, and saw the crackling pattern on the filth in the floor. “Dimension Door,” the elf said.
"And not a good one,” Lannis added.
“Oui, see the burns?”
“Yeah. I’d give it 50 yard jump, 75 if he was real desperate.”
Wyn pointed to the air. “See the distortions here? And here? Lit’rally ripped a hole ‘ere and dropped ‘imself elsewhere.”
Lannis rubbed his chin. “I’d say that’s a once a day trick at best.
“It worked one time or not and the bastard’s got a beaker of slime,” Kovid snarled. “Doesn’t count how many more he had taken.”
Brendon who had lit his torch had been burning the little bit of slime (<Wis Check +2 thief, Red 2) at the bottom of the barrel interrupted, “Nope, I think that beaker was it.” When the bottom of the cask was revealed, he tilted it on the side to show another beaker in here, broken and in pieces, as well as a partially melted hunk of iron that was at one point a set of tongs. “Lost one in here and these tongs hadn’t been in here long or else there’d be nothing left.”
“So what was he,” Lyra asked, “Goblin wizard?”
“I take offense to that,” Lannis retorted.
“That’s because you’re offensive,” the Cleric fired back.
“Enough,” Wyn said, “Goblin artificer, or a dabbler in the arts. More of a danger to themselves that not, but I rec’nized the type o’ glasses ‘e was wearin’ as one bein’ used in magical studies. Blocks out certain lights.”
“Well, Senor Four Eyes is gone now,” Abraxas said. “Slime is burned up. K800’s are dead. And we killed mucho goblin in the process.” He pointed up the stairs, “Let’s go make sure there are no more goblinos hanging around up there and then go take out the Guardians and visit the Butcher. Si?”
Time now is Day 4: 11:58 AM
(OOC)
Ok! We still on for that plan, or something else?
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