TWO HUNDRED TWELVE
(I/C)
Seeing the horror stalking towards them, oozing its way past the paralyzed Abraxas, struggling to turn over, Lannis stepped just ahead of Wyn with his Ishtari Rod at the ready, his Shield spell still scintillating around him. "If this doesn't kill it,” he said, “you have the better chance of getting away to save us..."
Wyn had another arrow ready, nodding at the Magic User’s back. “Will do, mon ami.”
As he readied to shoot, he added, “Oh! Wyn! If I don't make it, I need you to do something for me.”
“We’ll make it, Monsieur Offop.”
“I hope. But in case it all goes nipples up, before all this paralysis wears off, spend a few minutes bouncing pebbles of Lyra’s helmet rack."
“Ugh,” the elf replied, drew back, centered his shot, and fired (>+5 to hit, Orange 14) and the arrow buried itself in the less armored underside of the Crawler (1d6 Damage: Orange 3). “Gotcha fucker.”
From down the hall they heard a rumbling laugh and a deep voice answer, “You’re almost there. Keep going.”
“Um…who the fuck is that?” Lannis asked.
“I dunno. Fuck. Merde. Crapsicle.” Raising his voice Wyn called out, “Bonjour, stranger. We be wit you in a second... just need to clean up sometin Monsieur stinky Jailer left fer us. Please be careful, as dis ting can paralyze you if you get too close.”
“Maybe you, but not I,” the figure replied, they could see wild wings and horns in the shadows down there as it moved a bit closer. “Surivival of the fittest and the stronger will prevail. I’m content to watch.”
“Yeah, this is just wonderful,” Lannis grumbled, raising the rod up and fired (1d3+1 bolts, d6 Pink 2: 1+1 = 2 bolts. +5 to hit: >Pink 15, >Pink 17), the counter on the rod dropping to “12”. Two dull silvered shaft blasted out, one hitting Good deep in the flank and the other blasting it in the center place of mass and killing it (1d6 Damage: Pink 1 and Pink 6 and killed!).
Seeing the ichor blast off the walls and run down the floor, Wyn and Lannis glanced at each other and keeping their weapons out but lowered, headed towards the figure in the light and their friends still held in place.
Where they saw a lizard looking humanoid with a set of wide wings and a pair of majestic horns. But was made entirely of stone. At over 7’ in height and holding a windlass style heavy crossbow with a bolt loaded but HIS weapon also pointing down, it had a cross strap running diagonally down its chest where they could see a short quiver at its waist..and on its chest was a stylized “L” with the number 1 burned into the stone.
(Reaction Check: 4+5 +1 bonus elf = 10 – friendly and wary)
“Bless. My. Gods,” it answered with eyes wide, “Lolth be praised, a child of the Sun. An elf.” He bowed his head lower and lifted it again abruptly. “Damn these old eyes, Sun Child, but it’s been a long time for me.”
“Er…Aye,” Wyn nodded back. “I am Wyn D’Endee. An deez,” he waved his hands indicating the paralyzed party and Lannis standing behind him, “are my friends and companions.”
“A hearty welcome to you then, Sun Child.” He looked around at the carnage. “Ah. Damn.” He glanced at the Jailer, “Seth finally got the better taken of him.” He seemed to sigh, his chest making a rumbling sound like shifting stone. “That’s gonna suck.” He bent low, placing his hand on the jailer’s chest, “May the Goddess light your way to the Queen’s court, my friend. Find peace in the afterworld that you couldn’t in this one.”
He stood up and cocked his ear. “This fight will not be unnoticed for long.” He looked at the paralyzed party members. “We leaving them to die or you want to bring them someplace safe? I have no interest in staying here and we cannot leave the Jailer here. Need some time to figure out the repercussions on all of this and thinking quick,” he chuckled, knocking he stone head, “is not my forte.” He hoisted the Jailer up on his shoulder and looked back.
“We, we would like to save them.”
“Excellent,” the gargoyle answered. “Pardon my manners. I am Arik. Arik Lolthschild. First of her Brood, and Blessed Ward of the Ispan Halgafar.” He turned back and whistled down the hall where a huge albino ape loomed into view. It was a match for the one the group had fought in the catacombs near Ishtari’s Chambers, but this one had an “L” and a “2” on its chest (the other had a “3”). Standing at over 600 lbs, it stalked closer and Arik pointed to Brendon. “We’re saving them, Dingar,” he said, and the ape seemed to understand him. “Take the humans…CAREFULLY…and bring them back to the Jails.”
He stopped in front of Hoots, the Owlbear’s eyes still red and wildly angered looking. “Hoots, after a little time standing here you can calm down and decide to stay or not. But if you stay, remember the Queen is always watching, Lolth knows what you do. So accord yourself properly.”
“Can we kill it?” Lannis asked.
“No,” Arik answered, hand still on his crossbow. They watched as the ape effortlessly picked up Brendon and then stopped and also picked up Lyra right after in its other arm and then plodded north. “Want to fight Hoots in combat, that’s fine. Strongest survives. Strike it down while frozen and can’t defend? That’s not Lolth’s way. And say what you want, Human. Right now it’s Lolth that is watching you over.” He pointed north. “Let’s go. One of you drag the human, I’ll drag the dwarf, the last of you take the lantern and that light stone. Want nothing here that shows magic or gives Corfard’s minions any idea on directions we are going to go.”
“Tracks?” Wyn asked.
“I’ll take care of that.” He waited while Wyn leaned Abraxas down and proceeded to drag him, and Lannis policed the area, leaving the Centipede and the Crawler still here as well as what blood and drag marks were visible. Once they were north past him the gargoyle stared at the ground and concentrated, and the group could feel the stone vibrating subtly…flattening out their tracks and obscuring their passage.
“Tres bien.”
“I have my uses, Sun Child.” He pointed north. “Let’s go. Moira’s gonna want to meet you.”
“Moira?”
“Friend of mine. Number 9.” He snapped his fingers. “Reminds me,” He raised his voice. “Moira! Gauze blindfold please. Cover up those Baby Blues!” He smiled. “Stone skin, I always forget.”
Wyn and Lannis glanced at each other, feeling real uncomfortable as they followed the Albino Ape carrying their two friends towards the Jail area of the map while a Gargoyle with Kovid, the Jailer, and a heavy crossbow was walking behind them.
Time now is Day 6, 12:26 PM
(OOC)
Ok! Arik is taking you all, paralyzed and now, along with another Albino Ape, north to the Jails. Jailer is with you (very dead) and he seems to be happy to see the elf. What would you like to talk about? Say? Questions? Rest of the group assume to be unfrozen in 30 minutes. So let me know!
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