FOUR HUNDRED SIXTEEN
(I/C)
The group chattered about on what to do while Abraxas was growing impatient, almost jumpy. “So... Wyn be tinkin' dere be deux steps to take 'ere,” the elf began.
“Sisisi.Talktalktalk.FigureEseTrapOutAmigos.NecessitamosMove.” Abraxas was gesturing to the door, hand pumping out five or six time in just a handful of seconds.
“Relax, Monsieur Salazar. We’ll get there. First, we look around de room fer a secret panel or sometin to see iffin dere be a way ta reset de password. Wyn wants to save his spells, so I not be udon' magic in dis, but iffin Monsieur Offop wants ta use de scroll of detect magic we 'ave to investigate, I ain't gonna complain.”
“Nope! Searching around here works for me,” Lannis smiled.
“AndaleAndaleVamonos.”
The group fanned out, prodding walls, floors, even thumping the ceiling with weapons reached high in an effort to discover any panel or the like to open or change the password. Kovid frowned, beard bristling, as he looked through the open door. “No one wants to even take a guess at the password? It was written on the wall last time.”
“Seems like a crap shoot, Beardlover85,” Lannis scoffed. “Who could it be?”
“I don’t know? Who’s left...” he tapped his chin and began calling out names. “Blessed Smallpox... the green shit. The Blessed Grimtooth... the soon to be dead shit.” But nothing seemed to be happening.
The group had finished their search (no roll needed) finding nothing. “Well, merde. We had to check, oui? Since our search not work, den can Monsieur Salazar lends Offop de magic reflect ring, en Offop goes through de door?”
With a shrug, the Magic User turned to the Fighter and held out his hand, "Look, give me the dumb ring so I can save the day. Again."
“Someone,Anyone,GetEseTrapGone!” Abraxas had stripped off the ring he had taken from Mirabellis and handed it to Lannis. “TenemosUnaOpportunidadUsarEsePotionDeHasteYYoQuieroGetElMasOutDeEse.”
Clapping the wizard on the shoulder, Brendon said with false admiration, “Today we witness a boy becoming a man.”
“Um,” Lyra held a hand up. “Question?”
“Oui?”
“Why him?” she asked.
“Simplement, Priestesse,” Wyn held up two fingers. “Un. If de ring doesn't protect from de illusion, Offop's intelligence en arcane trainin' gives 'im de best shot at survivin'. If de ring DOESN’T work en de spell attacks works... den we cen always carry 'im around cause he’s small an light."
“Ah,” she said with a frown.
“Also, if de spell DOES NOT go off because of de ring, den Monsieur du Lac will go through next... since he be de only odder one we cen carry.”
She looked down at herself, mouth slightly agape, while inside she was fuming, “And NO ONE has suggested carrying me around? I AM A DAINTY LADY AND DO NOT WEIGH THAT MUCH, THANKS!” Outwardly she controlled her expression and forced a grin, “Welp, looks like the only way is to let Lannis go first.”
Meanwhile Kovid was still at the door and trying out possible passwords, “Halgafar? Rowena? Argenta’s elven ass?” He wiped his face and stood up disheartened, “I don’t know…maybe it’s a factory reset.”
Abraxas gave Lannis a quick poke and pointed at the hall. “MasRapido, EnMenosTiempo.QueEsTiempo? TiempoEsFleeting.”
“Chill! I’m going."
“Afta we trough de door, Offop gives Salazar de ring back so Salazar cen absorb any goblin spells later.”
“Will do, Cochese.” The Magic User was at the door, looking down the hall and then up at the 3 scimitars on the ceiling.
“Did Wyn miss anytin'?”
“Nah. We’re good.”
Brendon offered, “Luck be with you Lannis.”
“Don’t think you mean that, but whatever,” he replied.
Abraxas was still keeping up a litany as the Magic User closed his eyes, plugged up his ears and got ready to step in. “TiempoEsUnaConstructQueHacemosANosostrosGustar.NuncaTenemosTiempo.SiempreQuieresMas...."
“Please…you are seriously starting to repeat yourself,” Lannis stepped into the hall and turned to the south, moving forward.
And we watched as all 3 scimitars dove out of the sky, spinning wildly, and hacked at the wizard’s neck, chest, and legs. Lannis didn’t see them coming but we all watched with baited breath and squeals of concern, however he DID feel the ring grow warm around his finger and the three enchanted illusions all passed through him with no ill effect before snapping back to the ceiling and appearing as paintings once again.
"EsElTrapGoneYet?" Abraxas asked with wonder.
About 2 seconds AFTER Lannis would have fallen to the ground dead from the three hits, the magic user could hear quite plainly in the hall (and no one outside the hall could hear) a rough hobgoblin voice saying, “LANNIS SUCKS.”
“What?” he rubbed his ears and opened his eyes. “WHAT?!?”
“What, Monsieur?” Wyn asked.
“That cannot be the password.”
“We didn’t hear anyting out ‘ere.”
“Well, I heard..let me tell you, shitty password. But I heard…Lannis Sucks!” He slapped himself in the chest. “I mean? Really? That’s what you go with?!”
Lyra laughed. “I assume they thought it would be something we might not normally say.”
“Speak for yourself,”said Brendon.
While at the same time, “That’s what you think,” said Kovid.
Both men looked at one another, pointed to each other, grinned and said, “Ehhhhh?!?” Before laughing.
“Lannis Sucks!” Brendon said with a smile, stepping into the hall and heading to the other side.
“Pretty sure you don’t have to say it,” Lannis said, “The trap has been activated and went off.”
“Lannis Sucks,” Kovid said, also entering the room.
“Again. Don’t have to say it.”
“Never know,” Lyra offered. “Lannis Sucks!” She too went next, adding, “I’d like to have this as the password on everything we do from now on. Can we do that?”
“I dunt know, Priestesse,” Wyn shrugged following. “Lannis sucks. Not sure ‘ow it goes.”
“I mean come on Wyn,” Lannis pointed at the elf. “You were clearly in the hall and over the threshold at that point and did not need to say the password.”
“Lannissucks.Lannissucks.Lannissucks.” Abraxas said rapidly, closing the door behind him to the Watchtower and skipping across the hall to the other side.
“Why three times?"
“Idunno.Maybelikebeetlejuiceyouhavetosayittrestimes?”
With the group safely on the other side of the hall, they shut the door to the trapped area, Lannis handed the ring back to Abraxas who put it back on and they began to walk down the stairs to the hall north of the Alchemy lab. Voice pitched low, Wyn asked, “Where do we want ta go after dis? Fire protect someone en go after Grimtooth? Control de ghouls en DEN go after Grimtooth? Head sout down passed de chapel area fer some explorin'?”
Time now is Day 10, 7:17 AM
(OOC)
Haste – 45 Minutes.
Where to? Give me a plan.
No comments:
Post a Comment