THREE HUNDRED TEN
(I/C)
“Fuck you,” Lannis hissed, hands already coloring with magic, “This is stupid. IN BET GRAV!”
Hearing the words of the spell, Wyn backed up half a step from the Guardian and sneered, “Au revoir, monsieur. Oh, and Fuck Corfard.”
The Dart struck the undead in the chest (1d4 Damage, Pink 3 and killed!) where it blasted through the skin and released a burst of magic power.
And the Guardian exploded!
A wave of released negative energy blew out in a 30’ diameter arc around the center of the battle, turning the guardian that was last standing, the other one killed earlier, and about 15’ of the front half of each of the re-killed zombie snakes, into gritty black granules of dust along with a concussive blast that had the entire group knocked on the sides, and scattered the long dead courtiers from the Ispan’s throne room all about the place.
From the Statue in Brendon’s hand, the black energy was turning white and a spectral image of an elven cavalier appeared. Resplendent in white platemail and sporting a long ranseur, he shook the golden hair from his eyes and placed his hand on his chest over his heart. “I am Prince Ellis,” he said, his voice sounding like cool breezes and sunshine, “By the will of Halgafar, the father of my wife, Argenta, you have freed me, Prince Ellis, my spirit, from the necromantic sorceries of Corfard the Malign. My will, my spirit, my magic has been freed from Corfard’s trap. As Son in Law of the Ispan I thank you as best as I can. Carry this statue with you into battle with The Malign and it may protect you somewhat from his foul breath. Free the Dawnlands. Become Corfardsbane. May Morrigaan guide you. Heroes.”
And then a pulse of cool energy washed over the party and the silver energy, and the voice and spirit of Prince Ellis, left.
Everyone heal 4 hp. (Current Damage totals: Lan, 3. Lyra, 7. Wyn, 0. Abr, 9. Bren, 1. Kov, 9.)
Looking around in the now relatively quiet room, Kovid pushed himself to his feet and released a shuddering breath. “Well, that took longer than I’d hoped. I’ve always known you can’t make friends with the undead.” He looked over at the Ballista in the corner and grinned. “Oh good, someone brought the Ballista up for us. I bet we can use that later.”
“True,” Lannis said, face screwing up. He glanced at Wyn and held his hand out, "Oh and give me back my rod lizard lick towing, you swing like a girl---" That was as far as he got befor vomiting all over the floor and then gasping once, and puking again.
“Alright, Robe Monkey,” Wyn chuckled, “Catch.” Watching the Magic User fail to make the snatch, he frowned and pointed at his own head. “Monsieur, you should stop ringing your melon. It’s messing up your ever’ting.”
"Have I been acting weird? Things have been fuzzy since wight trash made my ear ring.” He glanced at Lyra, on her back, starting about wildly, still paralyzed, next to Abraxas in the same situation. “Did Hoofbeats over there slip something in my drink cuz the room feels like it's moving."
Brendon was wandering the room, policing fallen weaponry and equipment while Kovid made his way north to the double doors to listen. “We should make ourselves scare for a while in case we made a ton of noise,” he noted, getting a vigorous nod from the Scout. Brendon picked up his silver dagger, a pair of slinging stones for Lyra, one salvageable arrow for Wyn, Lannis’ thrown dart, and ended up near the crate where he grabbed the 2 red dragon scales that were there earlier that we could not get at that time (2 Dragon scales (20) ).
Looking around the chamber, Wyn wandered over to the Ballista where he grabbed the lone bolt, turning to address Kovid. “Hey-o dwarfriend... you feelin ok? You really wiffin wit doze swings dere, monsieur.”
“I think I needed a top off of beer this morning. I might have been running a pint low.”
He laughed, looking at the long bolt in his hand, Wyn said, “Also, I still tink we need ta hide dat ballista bolt, mes amis.”
“I agree.” Kovid said
“I was gonna make sure dere was time fer some zombie return prevention! Dint want ta let all dis all happen again.” He kicked one of the half bodies of the serpents, giving the other one a glance at well, also missing the entire front half of the body and head, and shrugged. “But I tink we dunt have ta worry bout dat no more.”
Lannis was crouched low near Lyra, picking up pits of loose wood, carpet fibers, even a few lengths of bone, into the Cleric’s hair, tying each one in place if it looked like they were going to fall out. “I think we’ve all done a great job, none more so than I since I killed the Guardian. And you all helped some.” Happy with his handiwork, he staggered to his feet, held his head a moment, and then wandered towards the secret door still open and waited for Wyn to come along. “I’ll remember all your efforts when it comes time to fill out my after action report for all your files.”
“So Hap-Ree-She-Ah-Tive, Monsieur.” Wyn used the Vault key and opened the Ispan’s vault, where he placed the ballista bolt inside and then shut and locked it again. “Dere. Dat solves dat problem.”
By this time Lyra and Abraxas were moving about and Brendon had joined Kovid at the north door, the dwarf also looking the stonework over, seeing if he missed anything. Sitting upright, Lyra sighed and looked around with a faint smile. “That was a bitch... but we did get some good use out of those Guardians. Three birds with one stone I suppose.”
“Speaking of stones,” Brendon said, “I placed 2 of the sling stones on the ground next to you.”
“Oh, Thanks!” She exclaimed, bending down to pick them up when she felt various weights in her hair swinging and falling free. “What in Aine’s name?”
“Decorating your mane?” Lannis asked with a smirk.
She nodded once, loaded up one of the sling stone, and HURLED it Lannis, making the wizard leap and skip backward to avoid breaking his ankle, the rock raising sparks on its passing. “Next one’s down your throat, Squirrelmeat.” She proceeded to remove the trash from her hair, shaking it free where she was able to.”
“Wow! Check your hooves for rocks, something’s upsetting your forelocks.”
“Enough!” Abraxas barked. “We have won a grande battle here. Madre de la Dios, you two actuar como ninos.”
“I agree,” Kovid frowned. He glanced at Brendon who had been listening for a few minutes at the door (>Hear Noise , +20% bonus, Red 59) and got a smile and thumbs up in return, “Ok, quietly now. Where to next?”
Time now is Day 8, 7:40 AM
(OOC)
Monster XP: Defeat 2 Guardians: 155, 185 – Divided.
Defeat 2 Zombie Snakes: 350 xp each – divided.
Abraxas, Kovid, Brendon – Add 173 xp
Lyra – Add 198 xp
Lannis & Wyn – Add 219 xp
In addition: Spirit of Prince Ellis gave everyone a +1 on either your highest or lowest (1-3 High, 4-6 low) ability score as follows:
Lannis: Pink 3 – Intelligence (maxed – 2nd best): Dexterity (16, +2)
Lyra: White 5 – Strength (0, -)
Wyn: Orange 2 – Dexterity (18, +3)
Abraxas: Blue 2 – Strength (18, +3)
Brendon: Red 6 – Wisdom (9, -)
Kovid: Yellow 1 – Constitution (maxed – 2nd best): Strength (16, +2)
Ok! What’s the plan guys?
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