PBEM - Episode 446. Hideout and Regroup

FOUR HUNDRED FORTY SIX

(I/C)

Lannis snapped his fingers twice and pointed at the open secret door on the west wall. "Somebody pop that door, time is of the essence, and loading a menagerie into a room takes a while."

Frowning, Abraxas looking into the secret area and then back at Lannis. "El puerto es popp'ed, Señor Lancyst. Señor Koffa sat en el chair.”

“Putz,” Brendon grumbled invisibly from the table area.

“Do I need to open de secret door?” Wyn asked.

“Um…,” Abraxas walked right up to the secret door and stuck his hand through the opening, waving it around, and then turned to the elf. “El Puerto…it is open.”

“Oh…Oh!” Wyn looked up, scratching his head. “Got it. Ok... time to ‘ide out fer a bit. Offop’s got ‘is own bit of scoutin’ to do.”

“Si, en vamonos y tu Scry. En, en vamonos amigos."

The Magic User held up a hand, walking into the secret area confidently, head thrown back. "I want to give it a minute, so they have time to figure out what they're doing before I take a peak. Yo wait-o petito tiempo pregnenta looky looky in el majik testecles."

Abraxas make a mocking action with his free hand, opening and closing it again and again like a gibbering mouth while looking at the wizard. "...Hay es gab-bells-deed-gooks, Señor Lanskanks. No es palabras real."

“Stop having a broken jibberish war you two,” Lyra admonished them. “Just get on with the scry. This room is too small to be crammed into with all of you for much longer.” 

“Yeah,” Kovid added, “Do your thing Big Brain.”

There was a shimmer as Brendon appeared at long last, the Scout being the last one into the secret area. Wyn shut the door and depressed the lock, sliding the bolt in place. “Let’s go.”

“Five minutes, people,” Lannis implored, setting up the crystal ball. “Let’s just make sure we’re not wasting our time.”

The party settled down, everyone taking out a bit of rations to gnaw upon for the time being as it was already lunch time. Finally Lannis placed his fingers on the crystal ball and was staring at it. Waiting.

The interior of the crystal seemed to swirl and move a bit, before (<Pink 15) it started to clear. “Ugh,” he moaned. “That reminds me, I STILL need to rest some 4 hours or so, my head is swimming after that gaseous form fiasco I went on for all you people.”

“What do you mean, you people?” Lyra asked back.

“Shh,” he waved his hands, “It’s clearing….and Ok! I can see you, Rampant Zealotry. They are in…Yep! They are in Mirabellis’ room, looking around. I can see…4 of them with him. The door to the south is open…and I can see smoke and the door to the north… is open too.”

“Does he look pissed?”

“Hmmm. I’d say they are looking. He isn’t pissed or not. I’d say, he looks grim. Like I don’t know, maybe wondering how the fuck we gave him and his people the slip.”

“What else?”

“He’s talking loud, animated like. I can’t hear anything of course. Looks like orders. Salutes from the others. Hobs coming and going, all reporting to him.” He squinted. “Ok, two bows for sure.”

“We knew that.”

“Yep…But, hmmm.. Ok! That’s a net. Fucker’s have a net. With weights on the end.”

“Terrible weapon,” Wyn noted.

“True. But they have it. And what is that?” He looked closer. “One of them has what seems to be an 8’ long spear, but it has a big “C” on the end, with spikes on the inside of the “C”, and the ends of the “C” have what look like metal wings on it.”

Abraxas rubbed his chin (Fighter, no roll needed). “That is a Man Catcher.”

“Racist.”

“No, amigos. It’s used to catch someone, keep them from running.” He looked around. “And then once you are in “C”, they can drag you about or force you to the ground. And get hurt the entire time.”

“Sounds like something used for controlling horses, not men.” He looked more. “Fading here. He is walking into the hall north of the Sanctuary…and they are walking down the hall to the game case. He’s in the main hall now, more hobs here…And done.” He stood up and rubbed his eyes. “Ok, that answers that.”

“So they are near by,” Kovid mused. “Trying to find us, and wondering how we gave them the slip.”

“There aren’t many places we could have hidden in,” Brendon muttered. “And that room beyond the secret door is one of them.” He settled down and ate some more lunch, his back to the secret door, head leaning back against it to hear through. “I’d say stay here for a while and let them come in and reassure them that we aren’t in here.”

“So…stay?”

Time now is Day 10, 12:10 PM

(OOC)

Final use of the Crystal Ball. Let me know, and what you guys want to do next? Ritual to skip time? Stay here?