FOUR HUNDRED THIRTY
(I/C)
Abraxas had unloaded his bag of holding and was going through the effort of removing all the coins, placing them in the various barrels and boxes that were cluttering up the Vault. Wyn made his way to the north wall and secret door to the Throne Room, listening over there while Lyra had Lannis’ body on the floor in front of her, the Artificer doll in her hand, and was tapping her foot pensively.
“So how long cen we wait?” Wyn asked, not getting an immediate answer from the Cleric.
“Lass?” Kovid asked.
“I’m thinking. I’m thinking. You know? Pros and cons? 10 minutes Wyn.”
“Do ye need any help? Or should we just stay outta yer way?”
”No, no.” she shook her head. “I’ve got this. I mean, It’s Lannis, right?” She held out her left hand, palm up, “On one hand - magic. He does web things that sometimes is useful.”
“True.”
“And didn’t he just obtain a bunch of new spells from that book?”
“Si. Si he did.”
“Kind of useful.” She shrugged. She lowered her hand and lifted the right hand next, “On the other hand... he’s Lannis.” She glanced at the large diamond, glittering in the light, “I mean, look at this thing. It’s worth. So. Much. Money. And, well, I do love money so damn much.” She sighed. “Especially compared to Lannis.”
“What happens iffin we use a cheaper diamond? Askin’ fer a friend...” Wyn gave a weak laugh, the rest of the group joined in. “Jokin’... of course...” he said, voice trailing off.
Sighing dramatically, Lyra settled down, doll in her lap, and unrolled the spell scroll, diamond in her off hand. “If Lannis stays dead... I won’t be able to torment him with the voodoo doll anymore. That would be such a waste.” She began to cast, “Hang on to your butts.”
“I pray Thor and Theystra aid you in your ritual Lady Lyra. Big Brain is a pest, but a useful one if we wish to get out of here alive. And... there is something missing without him here. Perform it well.”
Abraxas was moving things out of his chest inside the Bag of Holding, taking out one of the two remaining Recall potions as well as sad to see that we only had 2 Extra Healing potions still inside. He took one and put it in his pack (add Extra Healing potion [5] to inventory) and then went through the effort of reloading everything, ending it with the 3 spears placed in last.
Throughout the wait, Wyn was listening (>Hear Noise, +4 bonus quiet, Orange 14 and second listening >Hear Noise, Orange 19) and Kovid could feel the last of the regeneration spell complete its work (3 minutes: d2 chance: (on d6’s): 1,6,4 – Heal (1 @ 1, 2 @ 2) 5 hp Kovid! – Back up to 44/48 hp). As for Abraxas, another surge of the Continual Heal hit him as Lyra was coming to the end of her ritual (Continual Heal surge 4/5: 1d4+1=Blue 4+1=5 Heal 5 hp! Up to 20/35 hp so far).
Finally Lyra was wrapping up the last of the spell and the scroll was crackling in her hand, trace bits of sparking light flowing through her holy symbol as Aine used her as a vessel to power the might of the advanced spell. And then the diamond cracked and fell apart like raining dust…And Lannis’ eyes snapped open and he lurched up, drawing a deep breath and coughing horribly, black flecks of dead flesh and dried blood bursting out to splatter about the ground.
(Raise Dead – Normally to 1 hp, but using the doll, gets a small bump of 1d4: White 4 – Lannis heal 4 from 1 – 5 hps. Also, take a permanent Con Loss (down to 8 Con, which is a -1 adj))
As the group was slapping him on the back and helping him to his feet Abraxas held him upright until the Magic User could get his feet steady underneath him once more. "Señor LennisElMenace, es muy bueno tenemos tu back. Como eres estar muerte?"
Wiping the crust from his eyes and looking around as if he didn’t trust his surroundings, he replied with a few coughs, "Weird, boring, and I made way more pottery than you might expect."
Giving Lannis a clap on the back, Wyn offered, “Welcome back, Offop. See anytin strange in de odder side?”
"Strange? Not really,” he replied, reaching up to touch his head. “No dogs, some red guy told me all the dogs go to the other place, whatever that means. Where’s my hat?!”
Lyra handed it over to him looking him over with care, making sure the necrotic effects of being dead were all gone or at least fading away.
“Who got blood on my hat?"
Brendon pointed to him. “You did. It’s your blood."
"Oh.” He looked down at it and then lifted his gaze to the Cleric. “Oh and Lyra, I want to apologize to you. You were right, I didn't need healing, I was just being dramatic and you weren't, in fact, being a vindictive bitch, I'm glad that's behind us.”
“And there it is,” Kovid muttered.
“I didn’t kill you,” Lyra exclaimed. “YOU DID THAT! I also just resurrected you from the god damned dead, or doesn’t THAT count?!”
“Yeah!” Brendon added, “What possessed you to move that close to the fight?
Lannis shifted his gaze over to the Scout, and placed his hands on his hips, brows furrowing in frustration. “Oh, Brendon, what did you find on the goblins? Anything good? Show me. Show me right now what you found, show everyone the important things you found.”
Brendon’s jaw dropped open in shock. “It’s amazing you thought I was looking for what... coins? I don’t know if you realize this but we’re under a dome and the coin isn’t going anywhere.” He turned to Lyra and shook his head, face set, “Thanks, Lass. What you just did was very selfish. You couldn’t wait a bit longer?”
"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware of the migratory patterns of goblinoid spears and daggers,” Lannis continued, not noticing that Lyra pushed a healing potion in his hands and popped the top for him. “One must lock those down. As for what possessed me, Abraxas and Kovid did. Boys, were either of you badly hurt in the fighting?" He drank it (Healing potion 1d6: Pink 3 – Heal 3! Lannis up to 8/11).
Both Kovid and Abraxas nodded, briefly describing how close to death both of them were. Looking over their sad state of armor, clothes, and weapons, Lannis glanced around the chamber and then took to rubbing the blood out of his hat as best he could. “It looks like everybody else is fine, even the two of us separated and locked behind a closed door, far away from you two. Curious."
“Wellllll,” Wyn looked around and chuckled. “Anyone hungry? Time fer lunch? What? It’s only 8:30?”
Brendon took out his lone healing potion, the Scout drinking it down as well (Healing Potion 1d6: Red 5 – Heal 5! Brendon up to 9/14)
“Where to next?
Time now is Day 10, 8:15 AM
(OOC)
Silence 15’ radius @ NE Corner – 72 minutes
Wyn Mirror Image – 18 minutes, 1 image remaining
Continual Heal goes off 1 more time on the “7”’s
Alright – regroup and figure out what you want to do time. We have ONE more Raise Dead scroll.
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