FOUR HUNDRED THIRTY FIVE
(I/C)
As he floated through the dark hall south, Lannis was musing about his eventual end location and direction. *Well, I should probably try to help them, they did help me. They're not all bad anyway.* It was still a bit disconcerting to hear himself but not actually hear anything. He did press on though, heading for the Goddess arches. *Should take a look in the garden, maybe float around a bit. Check out the chimney.*
He continued his slow trek until he arrived at long last at the archways. Feeling tired but not having a body was hard on him, but he gamely pushed on, heading west. *Being a fart really gives one a lot of perspective. Can't do much, but I have one thing I can try. Hmmmmmm. Hmmmm.* He pushed at something, but nothing happened and he begrudgingly said, *Can't blow a raspberry without lips.*
“Big Brain is taking too long,” Kovid muttered. “Should we head for the Chapel?”
“Don’t change the subject,” Lyra scolded the dwarf. “Are you going to go the double green or not?”
“Fine. Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Monsieur Drawffriend did not want to get stuck in de Molasses Swamp I tink.”
“It’s a stupid location. I would never have come this way if I had a choice.”
“Si! It’s better to across the Ice Cream Seas.”
“Which I can attest, is most likely a poor location to try and traverse when the tradewinds and running east to west.”
“There. I lose a turn. Happy?”
“Dwarves don’t like losing. Now if you pardon me, I’m heading to the Gumdrop Mountains where I’m sure it’ll go straight to my ass.”
(WMC: Red/Black 3 – no)
Lannis pushed on east making his way to the door to the Garden at long last. He sieved through to portal and could see better thanks to the rainbow tinged light coming through the skylights above mostly obscured by the wildly growing and fecund plants. *Ok, Shriekers, lets see how you like a lungful of Lannis* He made his way to the chimney where he could see the mushrooms here had grown to easily 2 feet tall and were breathing.
He pushed himself down at one of the larger specimens inside the hearth and allowed his mist to be drawn inside the fungi. It was odd that he had little control as what he felt as his left foot and pelvic area was sucked inside at the Shrieker inhaled. He could feel the spiracles within the cavity inside and did his best to irritate it, but nothing happened and he was eventually ‘exhaled’ where he floated up and away. *Damn, this potion sucks* he lamented.
He pushed his way through the gaps and spaces in the mortared stones and went down the chimney to the first floor. Here he found the entire chimney was choked with stone bodies, chairs, and more shriekers. But nothing else in the dark. *Well…shit.*
Moving to the door and parking himself there, Brendon said, “I don’t think I have it in me to play another game and I’m not comfortable with opening the door until Screech... I mean Lannis returns with information.”
Wyn was going through the extra arrows Kovid was carrying and gave the Scout 11 of them and kept 5 for himself (Brendon to 20 regular arrows, Wyn to 18 regular arrows, Kovid down to 4 regular arrows). “Merci fer carryin doze around, Dwarfriend.”
“Happy to help.”
“No! No! You have to empujar al hipopótamo, Senora Lysol. Eat them. Comer las conicas!”
“I’m trying, by Aine. It’s not easy! The floor is sloped away from my eater’s mouth.”
“Si! That’s the idea!”
Looking over the games, Wyn asked, “We have about 40 minutes I would tink. Anyone wanna play Mancala?”
Lannis went back up the chimney to the Garden room again and then made his way north and out of the chamber, turning east where he moved his smokey body slowly to the “T” intersection and eventually turned south his form slogging on slowly and with care until he arrived at the hobgoblin’s location once more. There were still here, taking up a large amount of floor space. Two were still invisible but they were situated well, three of them watching the south hall with care, and two others watching their rear in case something was coming by. *Holy shit this is taking a long time*
Smiling at his last win against Lyra, Abraxas stood up and stretched, allowing Kovid and Wyn to take his spot at the table. "Amigos, necessitamos stay put. El mejor place a reunite cuando tu separate para tu equipo es en el place ultimo todos de nosotros were. Señor Landlines will return muy soon. We wait aqui.”
“You guys worry too much,” Lyra assured them, taking a new game out. “He’s fine. What’s the worst that can happen? He dies again? Hah. Plus, I think I like this Lannis much better. He’s well behaved and doesn’t talk much.” Taking a new game down from the rack, she laid it out and started setting it up.
“I dunno,” The Fighter worried. “Maybe, we put alguin de ese Spikes under el puerto, si? Barnsend, do tu tienes el prybar? Ayuda me, por favor. Similar a el puerto near El Dyke-chess y MirrorBalls' rooms. Y hay es anything behind ese wall?” He started knocking on the north wall by the mosaic, getting Kovid to raise a hand and mutter for Abraxas to stop.
“It’s solid rock, don’t waste your time.” He looked over his map and frowned. “The elves are not efficient builders,” Glancing at Wyn he offered, “No offense.”
“None taken.” He looked over the game being set up and gave a thumbs up to Lyra. “Piege a Souris. Tres bein!”
“Now this is a game that crazed tinker gnomes had to help create. Any self respecting dwarf would have just used a rock, a rope, and a piece of cheese.”
Lyra had the Lannis doll sitting next to her and she glanced at it with a stern expression and a wiggling finger, “And keep the cheating to yourself!”
Feeling real exhausted, Lannis made his way down the long hall through the gloom, and eventually with great weariness, 70 minutes AFTER he first left, and pushed his misty form through the door and into the artificer’s chamber. He was relieved to see everyone was still here, Brendon’s eyes growing wide as his misty form coalesced in front of him. “Guys! I think this is Lannis. Or a misty version of a vampire. Or a self actuating cloud. It could be an air elemental.”
The party all tried to talk with Lannis who was just floating there, the Magic User verbally lambasting them and snickering that none of them could seem to hear anything he was saying. *Damn this is fun, but this potion is pissing me off.* He let out a sigh and tried to figure out what to do next. *40 minutes to go and I can’t tell them about the damned hobgoblins. What the hell am I supposed to do?*
Time now is Day 10, 10:00 AM
(OOC)
Gaseous Form – 40 Minutes
Is there something you’d like to do? Some way you want to try and communicate with them? Hot and cold? Ouija board? Explore some more? Some less?
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