ONE HUNDRED SIXTY EIGHT
(I/C)
"Ok, let's get dat bucket full, en dose de handsy bees of du Lac's in de oil as mentioned by Monsieur Salazar. Can't 'ave a scout wot only one 'and." Wyn went to the blackboard with Abraxas and Lyra to remove it while Lannis went to the north door to listen and Kovid began stacking desks in front of the south door.
"Oh good, he brought the bees with him,” Lannis groaned, looking at the Scout. “Yay. I love pissed off bees. If only we were all so blessed as Lyra to be able to swish them away with our tails.”
“Hey Lannis,” Lyra called.
“What?” he asked. When Lyra didn’t answer he repeated himself, “What?” She continued to help remove the blackboard without saying anything. “Hello? What? Oh! Hahahah, I get it.”
“Good,” she said. “Be happy you ‘get it’ or you’re going to ‘get it’.”
Back to the group and shaking his hand gently, Brendon said, “I was thinking of drowning my bees in oil as well.” Looking at his swollen hand and the bees still flailing around him, he drew out the poison atomizer, held the bottle and sprayer in his left hand, aimed and turned his head while squeezing the bulb.
A fine mist of vapor came out and filled the area in front of him, encompassing his hand and all the bees on it. He turned his head and still felt lightheaded from the effects, vision blurring just from the proximity. But after the mist faded away all that was left were dead bees. “And there we have it,” he said with a sigh, “and hopefully the last hair brained scheme. Wait for oil to kill the bees,” he chuckled.
“Thank god,” Lannis said, “I was going to set you on fire if you didn’t take care of that problem.”
“No loot, no bear skin, orcs looking for us, but there is no Beekeeper, no wolf, no rats, orcs injured, and no bear to deal with later,” Brendon said, counting them off the fingers of his good hand. He had out his elven towel and water skin and working on cleaning the hive and honey from his swollen hands. “All in all we did very well. I’d guess we are jelling much better lately.“
“Should ‘ave used the poison earlier, mon ami,” Wyn suggested gently while taking the blackboard off the wall with the other two.
Brendon shrugged, “Maybe you would use an atomizer with poison when your under the gun or running; tell me how that goes.” The towel was getting dirty but his hand was getting cleaner if still sticky. “Anyone want some honey?”
“Um, no,” Lannis shuddered.
“I should use the magic bandages to wrap my hand,” he looked around his person not seeing them, “Lyra, do you have them?”
She was holding the blackboard steady. “Yeah. They work best if I do them, otherwise don’t work at all. The bandages aren’t helping you. You’re essentially putting dirty magic-less bandages on your hands. I vote we find time today to wash them in the sulfur - at least before we sleep tonight.”
Lannis nodded, “I'm not a fan of going back to the Beekeeper any time soon, if the orcs give up and turn around they might go back that way. I like the sulfur baths plan, that makes sense to me."
“Oui,” the elf agreed. “Afta dis, we go roundabout to de sulfur water... through de warren en around de west side ov de castle." He grabbed the bucket from the scaffold peg and began lowering it in the hole. “We know de orcs went East... dis means two tings... Un: we can travel de west side wit less chance of orcs. Deux: At some point later today we need to check on de barracks to make sure de stuff we stowed is still dere..."
"Dat fer later dough... fer now let’s get de oil, fill de lantern, den any flasks we still have."
“Can someone hand me another oil flask or empty vial for oil?” Brendon asked. “I used mine against the orcs.”
Kovid grunted moving the last desk in place. “Can’t help you, that’s one of the things we are running low on. Have to start saving potion vials and the like.”
“No way to seal them properly,” Lannis said.
“Soap and melted candle wax for now,” Brendon suggested.
“Dat we got.” Wyn hoisted the oil bucket up and proceeded to kill Kovid’s empty flask, and his and Abraxas’ empty potion vials.
“Senor, that is not the same amount of oil as in the grande flask.”
“No,” Wyn frowned. “It’s about ¼ the amount.” He sighed. “Better than nothing. I’d rather have a leettle oil when we need it zeh no oil.” While Abraxas, Kovid, and Lyra went back to sealing up the hole again behind the blackboard, Wyn cut off some slivers from his elven soap to make crude corks and then burned the wax off half of a candle to seal it in place. “There. Dirty but effective.” He handed the sealed vial of oil back to Abraxas and put his in his pack (each add 1 VIAL of oil [1]). “Don’t ‘ave a spare yet for you, Brendon. But as we drink zee potions, we will ‘ave more.”
Throughout all of this, Lyra was also looking around for sizeable stones that could be used for slinging (1d6 – White 6) and uncovered half a dozen of them. She added 4 to her collection (bring total and weight up to 7) and gave Wyn the other 2 (bring total and weight up to 6).
Looking at Brendon’s hand Lyra sighed. “Hold fast,” she said, bringing her hands up. “I have one left.”
Abraxas cleared his throat, giving her a querulous side-eye. “Lady Lyrka, if you have another heal to spare, I could really use it. That bear was a real challenge. I won’t be of much use without some healing during today. I can go help with the bandages if some of us want to go. If there is more fighting I can take only a very few hits on that front line in my current state."
Brendon held up his hand, swollen and nasty looking. “Hello?”
The Fighter pointed to his many open wounds, scratches, and his torn open neck and collar bone area where the bear was chewing on it. “Hello!?”
“Enough!” Lyra smacked them both on the back of the head. “It’s like dealing with children. Other people’s children. Who don’t listen and act all shitty. If I have to hit you both again, I will. Get me?!” The two of them lowered their eyes at her chastising. “Good. Ok, I’ll heal Abraxas now since we need him to do his job in the front and YOU Brendon, the next healing potion we find is yours as long as you are still wounded, ok?”
“Works for me.”
“Si.”
“Good. Aine, it’s magic time again. Heal my fighter of his wounds because we are going to need some help today.” (CLW 1d6+1: White 3 – Heal 4!) And Abraxas looked a bit better.
“Gracias, Senorita.”
“All good.”
Finishing up his dirty hands and finally getting them clean and unsticky, Brendon looked at Kovid and asked, “I remember someone saying there’d be a drink bought for killing something, was it the zombie or Beekeeper?”
The dwarf smiled. “I vote at the end of the day, we take one of those casks from the storeroom that Jowass pointed out and have a victory drink or two tonight.”
“Works for me!”
(<Hear Noise +20% bonus, Red 59) It had been some time and we had heard nothing of the orcs for a while. With everything back in place (Brendon, remove 2 days of water, reduce soap to ½, and mark your towel as dirty) the group all gathered in the middle of the class room and looked north. “Take the long way around to the sulfur water?”
Time is now: Day 5, 8:35 AM
(OOC)
Ok! Doing the Kovid suggested plan of around the long hall and past the Butcher to the Warrens and then south to the sulfur baths?
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