THREE HUNDRED NINETY EIGHT
(I/C)
The group just stared at one another for a long moment before Kovid coughed loudly into his hand. “Excuse me,” he said, bead bristling a bit. “Alright, I’ll say it one more time because Big Brain was scribbling magical hearts, stars, clovers, rainbows and balloons in his book there... Oh by the way, nice gloves. Elbow length works for you. Very feminine.”
Looking at his pink gloves, Lannis raised an eyebrow at the dwarf and sneered, "So sorry, I was working while you were doing what, exactly?”
“Ahem,” Kovid said, “Watchtower harpies, ghouls, or the remaining greenies? I’m still in the mood for smashing skulls.”
The Magic User tapped his spellbook twice for emphasis. “To your point, Mirabellis's book effectively provides us with a scroll of web, and now that I've copied it, Hold Person. I say this puts us in a decent position to potentially hit the Harpies, there's a pretty good chance they're alone right now.”
“Harpies is a good idea if they’re up here,” Lyra nodded, wiping his mouth clean on the hem of her skirt and then brushing the loose crumbs away. “Especially if they’re alone.”
“Hold person, huh?” Brendon asked. “Are harpies considered humanoid…or edible like chickens?”
The elf grinned, “Oui. De ‘arpies fightin’ sounds good.”
“Decided then,” Lannis snapped his fingers. “I say we take them out. If the Hobgoblins want to man the stairs let them do it themselves."
Abraxas chuckled happily, "Si, amigos. Vamonos a morir los Hardpies. Limpiamos los stairs. We reset the trap. Si we can destroy los stairs, creo we should. Keep the Hobs, Robs, Gobs, and Orcs downstairs as long as possiblé. Quiero que Hoots y sus amiga tuvieron una grande almuerzo de Skins de Verde."
Giving the Fighter a slow look, Lyra nodded hesitantly in agreement. “All I understood from Abraxas was reset the trap on the stairs, and I agree. They might not expect it to be set when they come back up. If we’re picking a fight my preference would be something weak.”
Noting the still relative wounding Abraxas was still sporting, Brendon added, “Lass maybe you or Wyn hang back with Doc. He’s not in the best shape to be attacked from behind.”
“Will do,” she said, “Incidentally, I’ve got a resist fire or hold person left. That’s about it besides turning undead. Oh! And righteous favor that I keep forgetting about, whoops.”
“Kicking ass, Ace,” Lannis gave her a thumbs up and then scowled.
Wyn fumbled around his pack and took two of the scrolls still on the table, removing his potion of Fly. “Monsieur Salazar, before you pack de potion chest up, let me put dis fly potion in dere s’il vous plaît. I want to take two of deze scroll with me en I’m feelin a bit magically weighted.”
“No problema,” Abraxas made the necessary adjustments, taking the time to move things around thechest as well as the Bag of Holding.
Looking at the last scroll, Wyn asked Lannis, “Monsieur Offop, you want to hang onto de detect magic scroll?”
“Back off Deliverance, I’m not your valet.”
Giving the Magic User a withering glower, Wyn grit his teeth and squeezed out, “For you. Monsieur Dumbfuck.”
“OH!” Lannis took it with a smile and placed it in his invisible box, roping it closed when done. “Misunderstood. Thanks!”
Rubbing his temples slowly, Wyn muttered. “Ugh. I’m getting a headache lissening to you.”
“Could be a tumor?” Lannis offered.
”It’s not a tumor. It’s not a tumor. At all. Ok? Shall we leave??”
“Sheesh. Sure. So feisty.”
We left the Vault at long last, Wyn locking the Ispan’s room up again. We then went south where Brendon listened to the Secret wall (no roll needed), and then nodded to Kovid who stepped on the release and opened it up. We all made our way into the Summoning Room where Abraxas closed the door behind. In the front, Brendon and Kovid led the group across the chamber to the south door, occasionally swinging his short sword about in a deterring fashion. We moved south into the short hall and continued on to the main hall door when Brendon held his hand up and cocked his head, motioning for silence.
(WMC: Red/Black 1. What? Red/Black 1. Distance? 2+5=7*10=70’)
“What?” Lannis asked.
With his ear to the door, the Scout had his eyes half closed and motioned the party to be still. He stayed there, no one hearing anything, for almost 10 seconds before he whispered. “Ghouls. I can hear them. In the hall…”
“Fuck shit no no no no no,” The Magic User grumbled. “Not yet. Not now.”
“Shhh…” (Sense the group? -4 penalty, Black 17 – no. Wandering which direction? Direction Dice: NE) “They’re milling about..Slow. Might be eating hobgoblin bodies again.”
“They coming dis way?” Wyn asked.
He shook his head. “No. Definitely heading away. Going back up that long hall I would think.” He drew a ragged sigh and let it out. “Let’s just wait a few an make sure they are long gone, ok?”
“Take de time you need.”
“Fighting Grues would be mucho mal!”
“Ghouls,” Lannis corrected the Fighter, Lyra hissing at everyone and placing her fingers over her lips for silence.
The party waited the better part of ten minutes before Brendon was very sure the ghouls were gone. With care, Kovid opened the door and we made our way into the hall, unmolested. We moved our way slowly down the hall to the east where at the “T” intersection, the Scout had us stop again. He listened (<Hear Noise, +25% quiet, Red 10) and then said, “Goblin voices, warbling and reedy, echoing down the long corridor, coming from the north. They are NOT at all nearby. Should be ok.”
“Short walk to the hall people,” Kovid said, “Let’s go, no screwing around, By Thor.”
We moved down the hall to the eastern intersection and made our way into the hall, passing the Alchemy Lab on our right. At the stairs going up, Brendon and Kovid went first, walking with care to the landing at the top of the steps. Once there, Kovid held up his hand and said softly, “Blessed Corfard…Kisses Thor’s Ass, haw haw haw.”
“Child,” Lannis uttered from the back.
Brendon was quiet as he turned the knob and opened the door in. The hall was as it appeared before, three pictures of Scimitars on the ceiling. The door on the other end of the hall was closed but the Scout (<Hear Noise, -10% distance/closed door, Red 03) was able to make out faint female voices. “I think…I think I can hear the Harpies.” He strained brows furrowed. “I can’t…tell if there is anything else with them. It’s so quiet. But I can for sure hear the harpies.”
Time now is Day 9, 1:55 PM
(OOC)
Ok! Made it here…again. What’s the plan?
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