Every party somehow has in in their head that carrying around Green Slime is a great idea and they should do it. That only lasts a little while as it is realized that greenslime is a horrible thing to have on you at any time. So the group knew that a little bit had been take by the Artificer earlier and now they finally had a chance to see where it was. The Discord chatter was pretty much 5 to1 to destroy it and not fuck around. Smart thinking. :)
Follows:
THREE HUNDRED THIRTY ONE
(I/C)
“First thing we do is get rid of the green slime.” Lannis was tracing the maze of glass tubes with an outstretched finger. “And for that I am gonna need a few minutes and the Monsieur Master.”
Abraxas meanwhile wandered away from the door, heading south the look over the statue that Lyra was checking out. "Señor Kovib, que does este hole look like to you?” He got right in front of the shield and fingered the carved out section in the middle. “Que tipo de stone or gem do you think fits here?"
"Hmm, it looks like the gem socket on the shield,” the dwarf glanced back at the stone molds and nodded his head slowly. “is similar in size and shape to the molds by the fireplace.” He looked around and snapped his fingers. “Lady Lyra, you have that Manacrystal still?”
“MY manacrystal,” Lannis added from the tables, “SHE is holding it. Mine.”
“Whatever, Big Brain,” Kovid chuckled. The Cleric took out the stone and held it near the statue’s shield while the dwarf jogged over and snatched one of the molds and brought it back as well. “Thor’s Mighty Hammer. Ah! It looks similar to the Mana Crystals we have as well.
“See Wyn?” Lyra called back with a smile. “Nothing bad ever comes from impulsively touching strange giant murder statues. We’re safe.”
The dwarf was rubbing the base of his beard, deep in thought. “I wonder if Corfard is trying to produce more mana crystals. Maybe he is trying to reactivate this statue?”
“Madre de dios... este es una miracle. Amigos, tenemos una situation muy fortunado.” Abraxas spun around with a feral grin and slapped his fist into the palm of his hand. “We should activate the statue and let it loose in the halls to mow down and distract the enemies. Maybe it can even draw out La Dyke-chess or Mirabells. And after it has been used up, we can reclaim the stone.”
Looking at the stone with a frown, Lyra did give a tentative nod. “Well we have one working mana crystal if we want to try to use this thing.”
“I have,” Lannis offered again, working all 4 burners off the alembic set up and lighting them with Wyn’s help. “I. I have. You are borrowing.”
The Fighter snapped his fingers. “Oh, wait, necessitamos cinnamon.” He quickly looked through his backpack, smiling as he pulled out 2 sticks. “Ah! Tengo dos sticks de Cinnamon. Necessitamos media de stick por each gente. Miramos para mas en aqui. Hay has to be more en aqui.” His eyes scanned the room, settling on the shelf of jars that Lannis hadn’t checked yet. “Let's see what else we can find."
Lyra flipped the stone in the air and then put it back in her pack. “Wait, wait, wait. We don’t know for sure this one responds like the ones on the first floor so though.”
“Lyra’s right,” the dwarf nodded. “I get that you want to wake this bad boy. Say he's not like the ones downstairs and cinnamon isn't any protection?”
“Yeah,” she agreed, “They needed cinnamon sticks, what if this one needs something else?”
“The elves that lived here are real silly. Why cinnamon? Didn't the Kobolds choose cinnamon because they eat it? I haven't seen any Kobolds up here. I just think starting up the statue, if that’s what this is all about, is something we discuss and do very much last. If at all."
Still stationed at the south door, Brendon shrugged adding, ““f we’re going to bring the iron giant to life can we do it AFTER we burn the slime and maybe a few of these books?” He looked around with a scowl, “Burning the books and scrolls will hinder their crafting if they have to sift through the debris. There’s more than enough stuff here to ignite it.”
Lannis whirled around and shook his head, pointing an accusing finger at the Scout. "Sure, and then we can go down to the King’s shipwright and burn all his logs and blueprints. Are you mad or just stupid?”
"Brineson, we shouldn’t burn los libros, not until we do a thorough searching primero.” Abraxas held his hand up at the Magic User, hoping to calm him down. “We should see si hay es notes about el Guardian o Manastones. Y que ingredients are in todas los drawers. We activate el Guardian as we get ready to leave. We have things to do before that."
“You'll not destroy a single shred of paper until I figure out what I'm taking with me. We will burn the slime though, that's nothing but trouble." Making sure all the burners were lit, Lannis grabbed two of them and motioned at the other two. “Actually...damn, we have a bigger greener problem. Wyn I need your help to do this safely. Brendon if you so much as touch those books I'll use you to clean up the slime."
Picking up the other two burners, the elf smiled and looked back at the Scout. “Monsieur du Lac, whether or not you be saying just to mess with Offop, I would appreciate if we could wait to threaten de books till we have a chance to review dem.”
“No problem,” Brendon grinned. “Just doing my part.”
The elf chuckled. “Ok Offop, let’s burn dis slime.”
The Magic User started herding the slime from the furthest piping by heating the glass behind it. The slime reacted swiftly by pulling itself through the pipes with some speed. It made its way through the twists and turns and ended up at the middle section where it joined with the next large patch. Meanwhile Wyn was doing the same thing with the slime on the far end the other direction, working it back towards Lannis with a slow cycling of heating the glass. The slime responded similarly until it too ended up in a large beaker area. There was about 2 vials of the stuff in there at this point, questing about and sliding up and down the glass walls, looking to escape the heat (both have Dex>12, no roll needed).
Finally sure there were no stray bits behind, Lannis gave a cruel grin and placed one of the burners right under the slime. It hissed and smoked inside the alembic and crawled towards the wall of the glass to climb away when Wyn caught it on the other side, pressing the fire very close to the glass on that side. It fell away charring some more as it quested and struggled to find an area that was not burning hot and a way to escape the heat. It took a few minutes and the slime grew smaller and smaller until finally there was nothing left but ash coating the bottom of the glass. The two then made sure the ash was inert with some more passes of the burners and then satisfied the work was done.
“And that solves the very terrible no good problem of green slime.”
“Excellent,” the elf nodded, capping the two burners until their fire went out.
Meanwhile Abraxas and Kovid were searching the shelves, the Fighter looking for Cinnamon (Search <Wis check, Blue 5) and the Dwarf for oil (Search <Wis check Yellow 9). In the assorted remaining jars and tins, he did not find cinnamon stick, but did come upon ground cinnamon. “Aha!” he smiled, pulling it down. “Not a lot, but already ground up.” The little clay jar had about 2 ounces of the brown powder in it.
“Ugh,” Lyra cringed, “I HATE cinnamon. Tastes terrible, and now you want me to eat the powder?!”
“Si, it’s for our own good.”
Meanwhile Kovid did not come across any oil. However, 1 glass lined copper flask did have what at first glance was kerosene in it. “Whoa,” he muttered when the smell hit him. “That’s pretty fresh.” But it didn’t behave properly as a liquid and seemed to stick and roll, congealed as it folded into itself as he tilted the flask. “Added…paraffin to it.” He looked around the room and smiled. “Made naptha.” (roughly 1 flask)
“What’s Naptha, Senor Killroy?”
“It’s a highly flammable substance that is the main ingredient in Gnome Fire.” He chuckled. “Crazy bastards love burning shit.”
Lannis pointed to the burners. “It’s the fuel that’s used in here. Soak a cotton wadded wick in it and wham, burns hot, clean, no smoke, and for some time.” He looked around. “Ok, give me 10 minutes, I just want to grab whatever intermediate or advanced alchemy books I can find and then if we’re all still good, I can do the Crystal ball thing and we can discuss what we will do with MY manastone that Lyra is holding.” He proceeded to hit the shelves hard, thumbing through each tome one at a time and handing them to Wyn muttering “Good” or “Fuck this one” after each perusal.
As for Lyra she was studying the statue and the molds. “They made these molds,” she said slowly. “So they had to build them out of something.” She tapped her chin. “Something to copy.” (<Half Wis check, White 4) “You know,” she said a bit louder, “I get that they might have been trying to make a manacrystal, which I can’t imagine some crazy goblin just slapping together just for starters. But, make one, right?”
“Go on,” Kovid prompted.
She pointed to the mold. “So they made the mold and they had to have one to base it one, right?”
“True.” He shrugged. “I doubt they made a mock of clay and then build a mold around it.”
“Right.” So she pointed back at the shield. “And these look like they pried it out of here. Which means it was IN here at one point.”
“Si.”
“Get on with it,” Lannis muttered, “This train is ready to leave your slow assed station.”
She shook her head. “So where is the one that was here?” The party didn’t say anything. “When the one I used had burned out, the stone cracked and fell apart. Couldn’t make a mold of that. But this mold is of a whole stone without breaks or missing anything.” She tapped the stone she had. “Which means they still have a whole manastone somewhere.”
“And it’s not here,” Lannis agreed looking around.
“We didn’t find it when we looked around just now,” Kovid offered and Abraxas agreed.
“So like the Ballista, they have a ‘stone’ and if Abraxas wants to start this up, and the stone is the ammo to make it happen.” She sighed. “I’ll say that for 6 months or so since they’ve been here they didn’t do that, so let’s not give them the idea, but we have to keep it in mind. There is a manastone out there.” She ticked up three fingers, “And it’s most likely in the hands of Mirabellis, the goblin artificer,” she paused, “Or Corfard.”
(WMC: Red/Black 3). During all of this we had heard the occasional distant sound of walking in the hall beyond the north door, but nothing from the south one. Lannis uncovered 2 books and 2 scrolls on intermediate alchemy practices and possible formulas that were worth taking. “Ok, that is lovely and I’m sure it will bite us in the ass when we’re not ready. But we have what we have, am I sitting down to study my ball,” Brendon snickered, Lannis ignored him, “or not?”
Time now is Day 8, 11:05 AM
(OOC)
Explore XP: 45 xp each, except Brendon add 60 (hazard scouting/traps/locks)
Wyn, Add 100 xp for guessing Candella’s situation
Ok! Flask of Naptha (5), 2 Alchemy books and 2 scrolls (15 each and 1 each), 2 oz Cinnamon/clay jar (5)
What do you guys want to do?
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