ONE HUNDRED FIFTY THREE
(I/C)
Looking around, Lannis gave an absent shrug and suggested, "Well, this is the freshest we've been in days, let's hurry and wipe the shine off. Guardians then? We seem well equipped for it, and we need to get that statue eventually."
Smoothing his beard, Kovid gave the Hammer of Theystra a spin and grunted, “Guardians then.”
“Alright, guardians are fine,” Lyra said. She patted her wooden club and then held her hand out, “Anyone have a weapon to spare so I can actually help? A dagger or a rod would be great,” she said, giving Lannis a sidelong glance.
Taking out the Rod of Ishtari, Lannis handed it over to the Cleric with the admonishment, “I beg of you please be careful with that."
Meanwhile Brendon bent down to fill up his waterskin from the cask near the Butcher’s stove, listening to the plans as they came about. He rooted through his pack and offered Kovid his 8 pieces of paper, “Kovid, you want these?” he asked. (Kovid, add 8 paper [4] to inventory.) In addition, he dropped his 4’ wooden handle and the 2 toy goblin balls he had picked up earlier in the adventure. From there he drew his silver dagger, checked its edge, and made his way to the door, listening to see if anyone was in the hall (no roll needed).
Giving his Morrigaan Scythe a flourish, smiling at the ribbon fluttered, Abraxas cheerily offered, "To the Guardians! Refresh'ed and renew'ed, let us take them out.” He looked around, “Should we mark the door when we leave, or do the grain trick to see if anyone gets in there while we are gone?"
Thinking with a hand half raise, the elf replied, "I don tink we want ta leave de trail of grain outside de door. May give us away.... good tought dough."
Wyn also drew his own silver dagger. "Let us sneak up ta where de Guardians are en find out iffin dey be still dere. Den we decide 'ow best to deal wit dem.” Whispering ahead to Brendon who was ready to open the door out of here he said, "Monsieur du Lac, be sure to check the ground before we exit the room, s'il vous plaît, een case dere be any green slime left. Don't want you losin yer shoes.”
“I hate that stuff,” the Scout muttered.
“You and me both,” Lannis sighed. “And yet some greenskin bamphed away yesterday with some of it so I would say we’re not done with running into it yet.”
The group, ready and armed, feeling awake, alert, and fully healed, stepped out of the Butcher’s area and turned north on quiet feet, Abraxas taking up the rear and shutting the door behind us. We walked slowly and with care north to the corner where Brendon motioned the group to stop as he peered around and made sure there was no surprise on the other side.
Satisfied, the party followed the Scout as he walked (<Guardians Hear Noise, Black 3) although his steps were careful and silent, the rest of the group was not so much. Still they tried as we made our way closer to the room, where we could faintly make out the light fire coming from the drum in the corner, shadowy figures standing in front of it.
“We can hear you,” came the voice from the gloom ahead, strained and sibilant, redolent with weary aggression. “Like a mouse to a snake, your coming is to be your undoing.”
“Ugh,” Abraxas scowled. “Senors and Senora. I think the Globetrottians, I think they heard us.”
“You think?” Kovid chuckled, hammer raising up.
“We can hear you,” the moved in the dim room, heading towards the party, “Like a mouse to a snake, your coming is to be your undoing.”
(Initiative: Party Steel 2, Guardians Red/Black 1)
Time now is: Day 5, 7:05 AM
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