PBEM - Episode 355. Back, Recheck, and Ghoul

THREE HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE

(I/C)

Lowering her holy symbol and winding up her flail, Lyra frantically cried out, “Oh shit oh shit! Quick Abraxas we need to shut this thing up NOW.”

"Punta, silencio!"

"Banner fucking effort there Ringo,” Lannis hissed, scrabbling to get his Ishtari Rob out. “What's your next trick? Make it shoot pink lights out of its eyes? So much for stealth now D-Horse, we need to hide!"

Meanwhile in the other chamber, Kovid had been musing aloud, “Why would they build this area with two extra walls? Makes no sense. Maybe they had extra stones lying around?" At this point the ghoul began screaming and he whirled back around, vaulting over the bed and complaining, “I'm sure there was a scenario there where we just left the thing hanging quietly from the wall, no?"

From the bookcase, Wyn shook his head and jammed the 3 recall potions in the bag with the coins and necklace and looped it closed. “”Well dere goes any chance for de sneaky sneak.”

“Damn it!” Brendon quickly scooped up the rope and mirror and then stuffed the 3 potions back in the bandolier, turning on Lannis to ask, “I thought you said you were directing things, DID you tell them to fuck with the ghoul?”

"Hey! I was over here, and they're a big boy and a medium sized horse’ they can do their own thing!"

Gritting his teeth, the Scout mouthed exaggeratedly, “Do Some Thing.”

Pointing back in the room, Lannis mimed choking Lyra, eyebrow raised.

Brendon raced to the western door, ear against it, foot braced at the bottom about the same time that Kovid arrived at the northern door, doing the same. Wyn was between the two of them, looking worriedly south as Abraxas (>+7 to hit, +2 held, Blue 18..1d8+4 damage, Blue 3+4 = 7 Damage!!  >+7 to hit, +2 held, Blue 14..1d8+4 Damage, Blue 7+4 = 11 Damage and killed!!) and Lyra (>+4 to hit, +2 held, White 14..1d6+1+1 Damage, White 5+2 = 7 Damage and still killed!!) beat the living hell out of the stapled ghoul.

It grunted and gibbered as it was struck again and again. Necrotic blood flew wildly about as the two adventurers hacked and chopped and swung until the scream died out and the only sound left was the whacking sound of chopping and slapping flesh. Finally when it was done, the two of them breathing hard, weapons dipping with gore, the ghoul hanging limply by its neck, they stared at one another and gave a weak smile, the echoes of the sudden battle and howling screams fading away.

The group held their breath, waiting and listening (WMC: Red/Black 2 – no (IF you did not kill it, this would have been a YES). Brendon could hear movement in the halls, but it was so distant and nothing was coming our way. After 2 minutes we released a ragged breath and looked around.

“Hokay,” Wyn said with a whisper. “Dat is done. Noisy and messy, but dun. We need to decide who is takin’ wot from all dis treasure and potions and where we are lookin to go next. Cause whoever comes in ‘ere is gonna be pissed.”

Time now is Day 8, 1:41 PM

(OOC)

So close on the WMC!! Ok – let me know who wants what, you have a little bit of time to split up the stuff, potions as well. I’ll take care of the divvie up of the coins on the next write up.