THREE HUNDRED SIXTY SEVEN
(I/C)
All packed up and ready to go, Brendon was at the door to the jail, listening to the hall, while the rest of the party discussed their options. “I guess,” Wyn began slowly, “de safest ting ta do is ta go back to de dinin’ room en climb back up to de garden.”
Didn’t Big Brain say something about the sulfur room?” Kovid asked with a nudge in the magic user’s direction. “The sulfur room and then back to the dining room and up sounds right to me.”
“We be stopping by de sulfur room first, dough, right?” Wyn verified. After getting a series of nods he shifted his shield to his off hand and recognized, “As Monsieur Offop suggested, we may not be able to get back down here as easy.”
From the door, Brendon offered, “Clean bandages before we go up is a good idea, too.”
Clapping the elf on the shoulder and grinning, Lannis said, “Wyn, I like it when you point out the smart things I say, you should do that more.”
“Oui. If you say dem, I will point dem out,” He scratched the side of his neck. “Dis was one.” Glancing over at Kovid, he pointed to the lantern running cold with the continual light stone inside. “Hey dwarfriend... nice everlastin light you got there!” he said with a wink.
“This is great, elf-friend,” Kovid said, lifting the lantern higher. “It’s some kind of hocus pocus that doesn’t make sense, but it’s great.” He looked around. “So just saying it, “Last call for locusts! Anyone?”
“Ohhh? Locusts?” Lyra answered with a grin, “Kovid, I’m ready. Let’s get some bugs.”
Raising his hand and then lowering it on seeing the rest of the group was not doing that, Abraxas added, “Señor Kovcad, me gusta mirar a los Locusts.”
“I’ve learned to go with the group’s decision,” Brendon said, “Locusts here we come.”
Head shaking, finger pointing firmly to the west, the Magic User admonished the party. "Not unless someone wants to drink a Recall, run over there and rile up the locusts and bamf back here to distract the wandering jerks upstairs. Otherwise no locusts.”
“We’ll discuss it more after the bandages.”
“Why? What part of no don’t you get?” Lannis looked goggle-eyed at the party. “Bad. Idea.”
The party was getting ready to leave at this point (WMC: Red/Black 3), Brendon assuring the group the hall was clear, when Abraxas picked up the fancy scarf we had gotten from the orcish barracks. “Senor Schwing,” he handed it to the elf. “Is this yours? I was looking to play the ‘dibs’ game, but do not want the scarf.”
Lannis was staring hungrily at the scarf but when Wyn glanced his way, his expression turned to one of disdain and boredom, waving his hand at the elf. “Oh!” He exclaimed, taking the garment and looking it over, fingers running through the colored silk. “Wyn was just kiddin’ bout de dibs callin’.” He looked around, giving a slow wink in Lannis’ direction, “Does anyone else want dis scarf? It clash terribly wit me natural palette.”
Stepping forward hands reaching, he snatched it from Wyn, mouth running almost unrecognizable, “Iwantscarfplease!” Beaming proudly, he unfurled it, gave it a twist, and then wrapped it around his neck and under the collar of his robe. He let it drape down his chest, the colorful silk framing his open chest nicely. “Yeah…I am all that.”
“You certainly are, Big Brain.”
“Should give it to Lyra,” Brendon shrugged.
“Um…No.”
“It’s ok, Brendon,” the Cleric replied, “He has so few things that really make his feel good about himself, he can keep the scarf.”
We filed out of the Jail, Brendon and Kovid in the front, Abraxas taking up the rear. Wyn locked the door, gave it a quick shake to assure himself it was barred, and then rejoined the party as we made our way south to the “T” intersection. Seeing it was clear, we turned to the west and pressed on. Distant echoes and sounds could be heard drifting back towards us, but nothing definitive. The Scout kept our feet moving, the party making good time.
A pass beyond the Beekeeper’s Room (WMC: Red/Black 5) let us know that no one was out that way and the main doors of the Castle seemed to be closed. We went to the corner, turned south, and moved on…eventually arriving at the stairs and the Spymaster’s chambers. Knowing that we had seen immature shriekers yesterday, we were on alert to see something.
At the base of the steps were maybe 3 very immature, spindly thin stalks of dusty mushrooms growing, not even 2” tall. They quivered slightly there but Wyn (no roll needed) assured us that they were nothing and harmless. “Will they grow into Shriekers?” Lannis asked.
“Dat may be de case. Whoever spored de area here, did so not too long after we had killed the fungi afore.”
“As long as it’s not a problem now, otherwise we have a horse in desperate need of her pink drink from Sulfurbucks, so let’s get going."
“Hey!”
“I’ll try to find you some.”
“Dick,” she muttered.
“I’ll try to find you some of that too.”
The group continued on, climbing the stairs and then passing the hobgoblin room. At the “T” intersection (WMC: Green 3), Brendon gave a quick listen and then a thumbs up, Kovid taking the group west. They passed the hall that would lead past the Scriptorium and then eventually the Butchers, Abraxas glancing down its length. “Pero, no me gusta a meet up con Hoots y sus movie. ¿Estamos listo? Vamonos. Let's clean el ban-dah-ges primero.”
The group entered the statue room, the kobold warrens, and then down the stairs to the cold hall. Turning east they walked on (WMC: Pink 2), turning south and going up the stairs, still nothing ahead of them except echoes and little else. “We are definitely making good time,” Brendon whispered, “And bucking a hell of a lot of luck that we haven’t run into anything yet.”
“Tell me about it,” Kovid muttered back. “I got a feeling our luck is a transient thing at best.”
“True that.”
The group walked the hall and turned west at the second intersection, stopping just at the top of the stairs to the Sulfur room. Already working their shirts and cloaks in place over their nose and mouth, Lyra told the group, “Ok, one more time. You know what to do. Let’s go, Kovid.”
“After you, Lass.” The two of them went down into the cavern, lantern going with them. The rest of the group stayed in the gloom at the top of the stairs, eyes peeled and senses sharp, waiting for anything to occur.
The two of them went to the pool, and wearing the gloves, Lyra took out the 3 dirty bandages and proceeded to clean them once more time. “These things have been ridiculously handy,” she said.
“They have saved out bacon a few times now,” the dwarf replied.
“I would kill an adolescent at this point for a slab of bacon.”
“Ugh, Now I want some too.”
She worked the bandages clean one at a time, the two of them braving the sulfurous fumes (>Save vs Poison, +2 done before, Yellow 19…>Save vs Poison, +2 done before, White 14) until the last bandage flashed white. Wrapping them up she replaced them and the gloves back in her pack and the two of them came out of the cavern, rejoining the rest of the group.
(WMC: Red/Black 6).
“We’re good. Where to? Dining Room or locust room?” Kovid asked. “It is 4 saying we should go, just bringing it up.”
Time now is Day 9, 7:25 AM
(OOC)
Ok! Ready and so far, the WMC are not hitting you guys at all, even though there is patrol presence down here.
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