FOUR HUNDRED SEVEN
(I/C)
Lannis nodded at Kovid, “Yeah. Water indeed.” He pointed at Lyra,”While we're down here we should probably lead Fluttershy down to the watering hole so we can fill up on water.”
Smiling at Lannis, Lyra took the artificer doll and slammed it headfirst into the wall, the simulacrum making a small clicking crack as its neck broke inside.
He shuddered and turned back, rubbing his neck and frowning. “Um... After that, back upstairs? There is literally nothing else down here to explore.
Everyone looked at one another and said, “Locusts?”
To which the Magic User shook his head and reiterated, “Nothing.”
The group lined up again, Wyn once more shouldering the unconscious Scout in place, and the party made their way south to the long hall and then turned west, following the cool air and eventual slope and stairs towards the aquifer. As they went, Kovid had untied his water skin from his pack and held it behind him. “Elf-friend, please do me a favor and fill this up for me. I'm not going near the water today or probably ever. By the grace of Thor's gonads, I was lucky to make it out of there once. No reason to tempt fate. I'll stay with Master Brendon until he wakes."
Wyn smiled, “Sure dwarfriend... I trade you de skins for de pirate.”
“Hmmph,” Lannis snorted. "The last time I was here some blasted zealot sent me off running from an owlbear until my friends begrudgingly looked for me.” He slapped himself in his chest, “You don't see me complaining though, because I am a pillar of strength."
Abraxas shook his head, "Creo tu mean salt, Señor Lesinus. Tu es una pillar de salt. H'ennyway, vamonos a el aquifer por alguin aqua. Hopefully, no miramos Hoots, el Oso, o anyone else.” He untied his own skin and also held it out to the elf, “Señor Wyn-Nas-X, could you fill my skin de aqua, por favor? Miro a el back de cavern. Gracias."
Wyn took the skin as well, the party stopping just shy of the steps, and eventually lowering Brendon to the corner. Meanwhile the Magic User was frowning and turned to the Fighter. "Why would I want to be a pillar of salt? That sounds crumbly, and delicious to bears."
"Por tu, Pillar de Salt haces mucho mas sense. Pillar de Fuerza??? No, tu must have meant something else. Salt... it es pushed over mas facil. It es bueno en doses pequeño. It can be overwhelming en grande amounts. Es blanco o rosado. Si, tu definitely meant a dices - 'Pillar de Salt!'"
Taking his own skin out he held it up and then bent down and took Brendon’s off his pack, giving the Scout a brief nudge. "I'll be honest,” he said, standing back up and addressing Abraxas, “I didn't catch a word of that, I meant Pillar of Strength, okay Herman?” He turned to Wyn who had taken his sword out and then took Kovid’s lantern, the dwarf using Brendon Light coin for local illumination. “Hey! Creature from the elf lagoon, you think comprehend languages would make you guys talk normal?"
Lyra made to follow Wyn, shaking her head at the wizard. “Lannis, stop overwhelming Abraxas with the Salt.”
"Save the salt lick for yourself,” he retorted, “it has nothing to do with me. Do you try to make me miserable, or is it a happy accident for you?"
Kovid stayed behind with Brendon, Abraxas followed the group last as they entered the chamber, the phosphorus fungi on the ceiling adding the same spectral light they had noticed before. As the entrance Abraxas had his Scythe out and was looking out with care, somewhere in the distant recesses of the caverns we could hear the chittering sounds of the ever present ferrets. Wyn nodded to the Fighter as he stepped past, heading for the surface of the pool. “Please keep an eye out... I don’t want to get jumped like you did!”
As they were loading up water, Lannis frowned. "Huh, Southern Comforts ignoring me, wonder why... Kovid, you're...” he looked around, “Um…not here. So, can’t ask you your thoughts on the spell and understanding you people?"
“Lannis, focus please?” Lyra whispered. (WMC: Red/Black 6) “What was that?”
“Nothing. And thank the gods for that.” His skin finished filling with a gurgle and he bent down to fill Brendon’s next. “I just want to get this done and get back upstairs to put the baddies in the hurtlocker.” He shuddered, “Zero interest in Hootie or his Blowfish.”
Lyra tied hers off and stood up. “Kovid wanted to check out the Dining room.”
“Chimney’s blocked,” Wyn muttered. “I tink dat way is closed.
“Yeah. But I think he was looking for a lay of the land so to speak,” the Cleric suggested. “I don’t know if we will be able to dislodge the bricks from the bottom floor. Didn’t it look like they stacked it from the garden?”
“It’s going to be noisy, whatever we do,” Lannis said, closing his skin as well.
“But now we ‘ave to go de long way ‘round and dat is too great of a chance to be found for de noise makin’.”
The cleric nodded at Wyn, “I don’t disagree that we should have that open as a potential escape from the upstairs. Especially if we’re going to be fighting.”
Tying the last skin closed, Wyn stood up and rocked a bit under the weight of the three waterskins. “Lets go up dere and see if Monsieur Du Lac is awake. Den we can decide where to go.” He clapped Abraxas on the bicep and handed the Fighter his waterskin back. “Full, Monsieur.”
“Gracias amigo.”
The four count went back up the stairs till they arrived at the Dwarf and Brendon. Handing over the two skins, Lyra had wet the end of her green towel in the pool and was using it to wipe Brendon’s face down and coax him back to wakefulness. “There you go,” she said comfortingly, “Nap time’s over.”
“Ugh,” Brendon rocked up and held his chest and neck as if in pain. “It felt so cold. So real.”
(Everyone’s water change to 4)
“I can imagine.” Lyra looked around. “Ok, we’ve had some talk about the Dining Room as well as some talk about the Locust Room…”
“No there wasn’t,” Lannis interrupted.
“Shh,” she motioned, “Either way, we need to discuss where we are going to go next and what our overall plan is.”
Time now is Day 10, 5:55 AM
(OOC)
Alright! What’s the plan, guys?
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