TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY THREE
(I/C)
“We shouldn’t let whoever that was get away,” Kovid said, jogging forward.
Brendon checked the nock of his arrow, stepping in time with the dwarf. “Let’s step it up kids, we don’t need Corfard getting a report about us. Who knows with the shield down it might be allies.”
As the party was running in pursuit, Wyn hissed, “Wait! Let’s hide de lantern, just to check for infravision to make sure we aren’t running into nudder ambush.”
“Good idea, Elf-friend.” Kovid stopped by an outcropping of stone and covered the lantern there, muting its light while Wyn stepped ahead a few paces, his infravision flaring to light.
He studied the corridor, seeing one set of heat tracks, spaced pretty far apart for the stride, moving south and nothing hiding nearby. Abraxas leaned towards Lyra and whispered loudly, "Was that Señor La'hanukkahs?”
“Don’t think so,” she replied much softer. “Was a woman I was told.”
“So? It could still be him.” He gave a firm nod. “We should find him.”
“We’re working on it, Abraxas,” she reassured him. “This is no place for someone with a mouth as big as his to be wandering around alone.”
Wyn waved the group forward and they jogged down the hall, weapons out and eyes peeled. At the top of the stairs he motioned for the dwarf to hang back again and once more, used his infravsion to see if the flee-er detoured to the baths or not. It seemed that whoever it was made the turn and ran on through the catacombs and to the west. In the silence, Brendon was faintly (=Hear Noise +15%, Red 35) able to make out the sound of a door opening and then closing far ahead of them.
“Whoever dis mystery woman was, she ran off to de west.”
“I think she got away,” the Scout lamented.
“How you know, Du Lac? We can still run after her.”
“There is a door at the other end of the Catacombs and up the stairs, right?”
“Oui.”
“Whoever it was ran out and through it. She’s back in the Castle proper and who knows where .”
“Well that’s just great,” Lyra pouted. “And still no Lannis.”
“We can check the baths,” Kovid shrugged. “I mean we are here.”
“And if Senor Lincoln is not here,” Abraxas asked. “I hope we go on to look for him and not have a siesta.”
Kovid placed one hand on his chest and opened his mouth in shock. “I would NEVER think of it
Time was passing slowly for the Magic User in his dark hole, floating just above the sooty floor of the pit. As his heart rate came down, he felt unsure of his situation, worried. "At least I can take solace in knowing they're looking for me, they wouldn't let themselves get side tracked," he thought.
The minutes ticked by and he was contemplating maybe floating up to the side of the Scriptorium (time: 2d6: 4+4 = 8 min) when he heard the Owlbear returning from the passage north. It was rambling along, no long seemingly in a rage, and hooting quietly to itself as it made its way back to the Classroom. Once there, it gave a desultory sniff in the room, sneezed in complaint (Sense -6 penalty, Teal 15), and then kept going, shoving its bulk back into the main hall and gave a faint “Grhoo-haa” as it waddled off somewhere else, wandering away.
Time now is Day 7, 4:42 PM
(OOC)
75 minutes of levitate next – Hoots wandering away. Patrol still out there somewhere, and running woman ran away. Party is outside Ishtari Baths, what’s the plan? Quick look within and move on, or something else?
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