THREE HUNDRED EIGHTY EIGHT
(I/C)
Abraxas shut the South door and joined the rest of the party all arranged behind the Cleric, and her facing off at 12 feet from the Iron Statue whose helm was glowing a soft purple. Nudging her from behind, Wyn pointed at the Manacrystal in the center of the golem and said, “Priestess... you want to try to remove de stone?” Pointing beyond it to the opposite door, he added, “I’ll go over dere an lissen. If anyone comes, We will not be surprised.”
Looking at the statue up and down, Lyra nodded slowly, wide eyed, “Yeaaaaaaaaaaa sure. I can try?”
Digging in his bag, Brendon produced the key. “Hang on a sec,” he turned and locked the south door and the handed it to the elf, “Wyn save your magic lock, I have the key to this room.”
“Merci, Du Lac.”
“No problem,” Brendon took out his prybar and held it low and non threatening at his side. “Lass, maybe you can quiet its.... whatever and I can find the best location to pop the stone out.”
Meanwhile looking beyond the statue at the alchemy lab set up, Lannis nodded his head slowly and stuck his hand out to Lyra, “Hey Merrylegs, give me your glass, I've got a smart people plan. Go do your BFI thing, that's more your speed."
Making a slashing movement with her hand, Lyra hissed. “Slow down. Everyone. Alright? We’re not just going to start whacking things with the heavy ancient elven iron statue that could become a murder bot at the slightest provocation, ok? Lannis, what in Aine’s name are you talking about? What glass?”
“Two Eyed Willie over here gave you a vial a few days ago with crushed glass in it to sling but ever since you beefed up a bit and started whacking things with the flail, you haven’t slung a damned thing. I’d like that all important vial from you so I can crush it up and make sure that if anyone was to use that alchemy set up again in the near future, the potions will be ruined and will buy us another day or two.”
“Whadda think about removing all the empty flasks,” Brendon shrugged. He mimed hitting things and added, “Also can’t make potions without a receptacle and broken glass on the floor might hinder the cat.”
“Wow! Just destroy? That’s your default? That is a WONDERFUL set up and I’d be more apt to piss on a Di Vinci that let you knock over one burner, alembic, or glass tubing from there.”
“Fine, here, take it,” Lyra said, handing over the vial (Remove from inventory).
“Thanks!” Both Lannis and Wyn gave the statue a WIDE berth, and circled around the room, the elf heading to the north door to listen and Lannis sliding the mortar and pestle over and stated working on it.
Shaking his head, Kovid stood next to Lyra and offered her a bearded smile. “Magic Man and your hocus pocus... Let’s not spend all day in here. Lady Lyra I’ll assist any way I can, if you intend prying that crystal out of iron fist here.”
"Don’t vex me step ladder, I don't question your hammering."
Abraxas was posted by the south door, listening to it for any sounds beyond. He was looking across the room, Lyra along with Brendon and Kovid at the statue, Wyn at the north door, and Lannis working at the table. "Amigos, que sabemos ese potions? Que ahora? Mirrorbells? Harpsicords?"
“We should take deze potions when we be done,” Wyn suggested. “We cen test what dey do later to see what kind of effect Priestess had on dem.”
“Don’t even think about drinking them,” Lannis replied, checking the ground glass quality and feeling satisfied. He then proceeded to find the intake valves along the midsection of the set up and feed a thin layer of the ground glass to the system (Wiz, Int>12, no roll needed), spinning the tubes slowly to make sure that it didn’t gather, coated evenly the interior, and wasn’t noticeable.
Meanwhile, Brendon pushed the prybar to Lyra’s hand, the Cleric looking at it before checking out the iron statue again. “Heeeeeeeeeey buddy,” she said in a sing song friendly sounding voice.
The statue stood up a bit straighter, focusing on the Cleric.
She hid the bar behind her back and stepped a bit closer, her hand upraised toward the glowing Manastone in the shield, “Think I can just borrow that crystal for just a minute? I’ll give it right back.”
The statue looked the cleric in the face, its helm still with the purple glow, and then raised its shield, presenting the face and the stone to her.
“Holy shit,” Lannis muttered.
“Um…thanks!” Lyra said. Tentatively she reached out and placed her hand on the stone. She felt around until she could get a grip on the thin edge of the stone and did her best to grip it tight. Then, she released a deep breath…and pulled. (<Str, White 2). The stone made a series of electrical discharges and Lyra could feel a sort of outrushing in the back of her head. But as she pulled, the stone had a plasma wave of energy running across it, coating the shield and her hand in the arcanic glow. But then, with a pop, it disengaged from the iron statue and the purple light faded as well as connection to it (>Save vs. Petrification, White 14), making a loud buzz that could be felt all around the chamber as well as what felt like a brief release of energy. To Lyra, it felt to her like the dying moments of a close friend and well loved pet. And as the stone settled in her hand, she could feel herself crying, emotional from the effort and the feeling of the statue’s death and deactivation.
(WMC, Magic blast, Red/Black 4 – no)
“Why you crying, Lass?” Kovid asked.
“I don’t know,” Lyra wiped her eyes. “I just…it feels like it died.” She tapped her head. “And I can feel it up here.”
“You should be used to ripping the hearts out of people who depend on you,” the Magic User offered.
“Well, we have the stone,” Kovid pointed out, “And some potions which I feel are never to be drunk. Ever. If we want them. Who’s taking what and where are we going to try next?”
Time now is Day 9, 11:43 AM
(OOC)
Let me know who takes what and where are we going?
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