FOUR HUNDRED FIFTY
(I/C)
Lyra flashed Lannis the friendship finger as she strode up to the iron statue, managem in her hand. Wyn had put away his weapon and motioned Brendon to the north door, the elf positioning himself at the south one, ready to listen. “We be looking to make healing potions, right? Or do we want to go downstairs now?”
“Let me see if I can get him up and running first, ok?” Lyra said.
"Si amigos, mas potions es un idea bueno.” Abraxas put his scythe away and was watching Lyra carefully. Brendon locked the door with the Alchemy Lab key by Wyn, and then crossed the room and did the same to the north door.
“Pero necessitamos usar cuidado y silencio asi los Roberts no can mess con our potions,” Abraxas advised.
Also, before we leave Du Lac should lock the lab doors behind us,” the elf also added. “Perhaps we should set something up to let us know if someone came inta de room while we are gone. If they did come into de room, den we may not want to use doze potions.”
Lannis rubbed his chin in thought. "If we could gather some ash or something similar to put inside the door we would see their footprints,” he looked around at the shelves of powders and whatnot. “Or there's bound to be something in the lab we could use I'm sure. Like the ink thing. Or rip a page out of a book and stick in the door? Either way let's get Voltron working."
Abraxas was nodding , looking around as well. “Tenemos string o wire? We could put it on el puerto y see si someone breaks it cuando they come en. Perhaps algun de Señor Langish's pelo? Maybe el pelo de Señor Kobidity's Beard? Something muy obvioso a us, pero no es obvioso a los Roberts, o Greemtoonth."
Approaching, manastone in her hand, Lyra’s hand drew closer and closer to the slot in the shield until at an inch or two away, there was a crackling of energy and the stone flew from her fingertips and embedded itself in the socket. There was crackling of energy and a purple pulse flared out as the iron statue twitched…and then came to life.
It looked around the room slowly, eyes settling on everyone, light in the visor was white, until it turned at last to the Cleric and there was a change over to a warm purple. Its posture relaxed and it stood at casual attention in front of Lyra. “Hey buddy, good morning sunshine,” she greeted it with a broad smile and the statue seemed to radiate…contentment? Lyra could feel (<Half Wis, White 3) a comforting connection in her mind with the statue as it settled on her approach. “Hey guys, I think we’re in business.”
“Well, it does makes horse sense that it would respond to you,” Lannis offered.
Ignoring the mage, Lyra turned back to the statue and led it towards the table full of alchemical breakers, alembics, and field of glass. “I’m going to need you to do me a solid today,” she said, getting another purple flash. “We need you to start making healing potions again. I hear you’re super at that. You can make potions, right? Like you did for the little goblin guy?”
She could feel a measured sense of contentment from the statue and it gave a nod, slowly, and then moved to the table. It then stood there, not doing anything, and Lyra got the sense that it was looking for some direction. “Shit. Thought this might be the case,” she turned to the group. “I need steps to give it.”
Lannis (<Int check, -4 penalty, Pink 1 – aced it!) smiled broadly and took out the 2 alchemy books he had been carrying around. “Hang on, I think I saw a recipe in here,” He thumbed the pages and then stabbed his index finger down at one page in particular. “Got it.” He looked it over and made to step forward but a glance from the statue at him and a flash of red from its helm stopped him in his tracks. “Ah…yes.” He looked around the walls and noted all the recipes on the walls that had been written there, right about chest height for the statue. “Sneaky, sneaky. I figured out the system here.”
“What we got?” Lyra asked. “I can tell he wants to do something, but needs a starting point and list of directions.”
“Look on the wall, do you see a recipe that starts with anything along the lines of 8 measures of aloe?”
“Hang on,” Lyra quickly looked over the walls and muttered, “No..no..not this one…Ah! Got it! 8 M of Aloe.”
“Great! I’m going to read off the recipe and you make sure the steps and reagents are there along with the time to do it.”
“Will do.”
“Then you will TELL the statue exactly what to do and refer to the list on the wall for each line, and make sure it understands.”
Lyra and Lannis made sure the breakdown on the wall matched the recipe book and once finished, she did indeed give the statue the instructions, pointing to each line. After each iteration, she could feel the statue was taking the directions to heart and seemed to have no issue with it. As soon as she was done, the statue went to the shelf in question and drew down the bin with the aloe in it, taking it over to the alchemy station and proceeded to process it.
“We are good,” she said. Tapping the statue on the shoulder, she drew its attention away from the start of its task and she said, “We also need you to protect the potions. Under no circumstances is anyone but us to take them or mess with them.” She leaned closer to impress the gravity of the situation on the statue and added, “If they are corrupt or tainted, you need to let us know.” Once more she could feel the sense of agreement and the statue went on with its job.
Wyn, still listening, whispered, “I don't think dey 'ave anyone to pick locks now dat Duchess is dead... dough Grimtooth might be capable.” He looked about, “Just puttin dat out dere fer everyone ta think about.”
“Nah, we need to know that just in case.”
“How long till this is done, Lyra?” Brendon asked, indicating the statue doing its task.
“Lannis?” She turned to the magic user and volleyed the question.
“Twelve to fourteen hours,” he said.
“So by 4 AM tomorrow morning?” Kovid asked. On getting a shrug, the dwarf lifted his water skin and shook it with a frown. “Well, now that we got Ol’ Ironfist awake and working, what’s the plan, downstairs? My water flask is running dry so we can refill, unless someone can share for the time being.”
(Brendon <Hear Noise, +15 bonus, Red 07…Wyn <Hear Noise +2 bonus, Orange 1)
Both the elf and scout each shook their heads. “I don’t know. I can hear hobgoblin voices echoing down from the west halls.”
“Oui! As do I. Dey are talkin but I cannot hear wot dey are saying.”
“I don’t think they are close enough to hear us if we were to leave and leave quietly, but maybe I’d suggest we wait another 10 minutes or so?”
Wyn nodded. “Oui. It sounds like dey are all talkin’ ‘bout sometin regarding where dey are gonna go. A few petite minutes and we should be ok.”
Time now is Day 10, 1:50 PM
(OOC)
Statue is working. Hobs are somewhere west of us, and quite a bit of them. What is the plan? Wait ten? And then where do you want to go?
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