FOUR HUNDRED FIVE
(I/C)
After some discussion, Lannis pulled out his crystal ball and stand and set it up on the floor, hitching his robe up to make some room. He waved everyone back a pace or two, saying, "Give me some space people. I will be piercing the veil of space and time to procure information vital to our survival."
Filling his wine bottle with some more of the Ispan’s stores (refill to 4), Brendon offered, “Find us some useful intel that we can use.”
“That’s a lot of fancy words for spying,” Lyra noted, getting a half hearted smirk in return.
Pointing to the Magic User with the butt end of his Scythe, Abraxas suggested, "Pienso que 'Cabeza Grande' could usas sus 'bola de crystal' y see que Smurfpex es up to. Yo hope que Hoots es ok. Tambien que el come muchos 'Piel Verdes'. Anyways.... que miras Señor Loonies?"
“Yeah,” the Cleric wondered, “What about the remaining goblins?”
The Magic User shrugged. "I got the impression the goblins aren’t in a wandering mood. As long as we don't go sticking our dicks in every hornet’s nest, we might be safe from them."
Kovid took out a bit of dried meat and proceeded to gnaw on it. “Maybe we give the watchtower another go,” he pointed out, “now we know Hoots and the bear have probably cleared out?”
“Wow, an idea that wasn’t ale soaked in stupidity. There is hope for you yet, Sneezy.” Lannis proceeded to place his hands over the crystal and the middle of it appeared to roil about with smoke. Time passed and the party waited until (<Int check, Pink 17) Lannis gave a short cough and motioned the party to close. “It’s coming in,” he said looking deeply. “Come on…Give me Grimtooth.”
“Which one is that?” Brendon asked.
“Holy shit, you don’t pay attention, do you? The orc. Remember? Orcy McOrcface the Orc?” He waved his hand and shot, “Now hush, my dizzying intellect is performing miracles here.”
“Well, Monsieur Miracleworker, wot dew you see?”
“Ok. Coming in clearer. And got it. Fuck shit.”
“What?”
Lannis pointed north. “He’s in the Throne Room.”
“You sure?”
“Blasted and burned, throne melted like Daenerys’ chances of ruling Westeros, pillar in there with a gem on it that is radiating the colors of the rainbow? Yeah. He’s there.”
“Aine, that’s close,” Lyra worried. “What’s he doing?”
Lannis spun his hands over the ball. “Well. He’s situated behind one of the crates, looks like he moved it. Has his eye on both the main doors which I might add, don’t bother with a key anymore Wyn, since Corfard lost his shit and blew both of them down. Anyway, watching the main door and the secret door. And there’s a nice bag of shit.”
“What?” Kovid asked.
“Prick has set up the Ballista over there in front of the secret door.”
“We ‘ave de bolt here,” Wyn said, pointing to it in the corner. “Did dey have anudder one?”
“Nope. Looks like it’s cocked and loaded up with some vials of oil and open bags of sawdust…and along the track at the end, he had a couple of slowburn candles lit.”
Abraxas nodded his head. “Very very smart.”
Kovid agreed. “Made a crude short range version of a Blunderbuss out of it.”
“Yep,” Lannis frowned, “And with the ropes and poles running from the door to the trigger, that door gets opened and someone gets a face full of unhappy.” He scowled more, “Which is bullshit to me because we ALL know that a Ballista is NOT an anti-personnel weapon.”
Lyra tapped her foot. “Being that he is in there and checking both doors, he doesn’t know we are in here but SUSPECTS we might be. Is it just him?”
Lannis was moving his hand over the ball’s surface. “Running out of time here, but …hmm… Two, Five, Six. There are six more orcs with him, all in chain with a variety of stabby and shooty weapons. And there are two..I think they’re Ogres. But they’re real fucking ugly Ogres.”
“Thor’s Foaming Tankard! We took down the last one easy enough,” Kovid laughed, tapping himself in the nuts with the head of his hammer and giggling. “I’m ready for another two.”
“Whatever you say,” Lannis looked up and rubbed his eyes. “Crystal’s dark.”
“So, de Grimtooth ‘as tracked us to ‘ere. But dey don’t seem to know we are ‘ere or about de udder way out.”
“Second scry – Watchtower. Give me 10 people.” Lannis went back to the Crystal and poured over it, pushing his will within, muttering as he did so. Meanwhile the party moved some of the equipment around and Abraxas took a drink of the healing potion he had (Healing Potion 1d6: Green 6 – Heal 6!!). It took some time until the inside seemed to roil a bit more (<Int Check, Pink 9) and he said, “Ok, we’re coming to…The Watchtower.”
“I prefer Joplin,” Brendon said.
“Because you’re old. Shhh…Clearing now. And…it’s empty.”
“Huh!” Wyn grunted. “Dat’s good, Oui?”
“Top and bottom?” Kovid asked.
“Checking. Ok. Top is empty, nothing in there. By the way, Sun is coming up and it looks pretty out there. I can see why this place is called the Dawnlands.” He moved his hands over the crystal. “Going down the steps to the lower Watchtower. Ok, Hoots was here for sure, place is just filthy with blood and bear tracks in the blood.”
“Harpy’s all gone?”
“Yep, and no guards here either. I can push a bit down the stairs…yeah, it’s dark down here and I see nothing. I think they have ‘pulled their forces back’ so to speak and are not watching the Watchtower anymore.”
“Monsiuer, can you move it to de short Scimitar hall?”
“Hang on, running low on time here. Moving the image back up the stairs, up the spiral stairs, and to the door here. And…Huh.”
“Wot?”
“The writing on it that had read: Blessed Corfard?”
“Yeah?”
“Someone rubbed it off.”
“Did they change the password?”
“Don’t know, but the “Blessed Corfard” in a few languages is no longer on the door.” He looked up. “And the image is done. Ok people, that was 2 looks. We done? And if so, where are we looking to go? I do NOT recommend going to the Throne Room through the secret door, unless you want a face full of ‘Oh My Fucking God!’ “
Time now is Day 10, 4:55 AM
(OOC)
Alright! What’s the plan peeps?
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