FOUR HUNDRED NINETY FIVE
(I/C)
Giving Brendon a shrug, Kovid bristled his beard and asked, “We are running again? I’m starting to get a sense of what Big Brain’s life must be like.”
“Awesome and wonderful?” Lannis asked.
“As if.”
Slapping the door, Lyra said, “My vote is back into the baths. Even if the undead follow us all the way here, there’s another exit. We can wait it out another 10 minutes and try to leave. They might not even be smart enough to get this far without seeing us.
The Scout nodded, opening the door and checking inside (all clear). “Lyra has a point. Let’s hang out in the baths and wait.”
Filing in, Wyn was making his way through the interior doors, making sure there was nothing hiding in here waiting for us. “Oui. De baths. Let’s go.”
Once inside, Abraxas picked up the cabinet once again and shoved it into place, blocking the front door, turning it so that both of its furthest points would offer the most blocking capability. "Vayamos amigos. Let's let ese Undead ... como dices... spin their wheels... si?"
Positioning himself at the door, ear cocked against it, Brendon proceeded to listen, commenting back at the wizard, “If only Lannis had webbed the hall and not the corner we might’ve had more options.”
“I’m sorry, ‘Knife-the-mark-in-the-back-in-the-dark-is-my-only-power Man’ but I am constantly reworking the foundation blocks of the cosmos with my will and gargantuan brain while you are still swilling your wine and cheerios. I believe go fuck yourself is in order, yes? The web could not have been placed better and more perfect if god himself had…”
“Herself,” Lyra interrupted.
“Ha ha. Not going there. Himself, Herself, Theirself, Go fuck yourself. Better? Either way, I did my job. Go make believe you have some talent and do yours.”
“Quiet people,” Kovid scolded the group while Wyn was rubbing his chin in the Steam room portion of the Ishtari rooms.
“Oi! Does dis door lock?” he asked.
“Is there a lock on it?”
“Um…no.”
“Then I guess not.”
The elf nodded. “Den dis is a dumb ass plan if’n de undead could just walk in dis way and kill us all, no? “ang on.” He reached out and willed the door to lock, his uniform making a keyhole appear right below the handle. He gave the door an experimental pull and smiled. “Ok, de problem is averted.”
“See?” Lannis snapped at the Scout. “That’s a man who knows how to do his job.”
“Whatever,” Brendon shook his head. “Gods, it’s amazing how you still don’t realize why you have no friends.”
“Cause my mom has a rule of no one allowed over after Candle-Lighting. It’s rude to hang out that late.”
The party waited, weapons out, senses attuned. Brendon heard them first, slavering and huffing as the revenants ran on through the cavern. He motioned the group to be quiet as they approached and drew closer to the doors. (Undead Sense: Black 20 – HAHAH! They fucking fumbled (lower is better) their check) But we were surprised to note that they didn’t even slow down, running past the Ishtari area, trundling along, jogging off to the west now and making their way to the end of the cavern and then presumably up the stairs and beyond.
We waited another 5 minutes after hearing them run on just to be sure, but the undead were gone and didn’t sound like they were coming back. “Well,” Lyra smiled. “I feel like with their one brain cell they’ll probably lose interest and forget what and where they were chasing after easily.”
“So…now what?” Kovid asked the party.
Time now is Day 11, 12:21 PM
(OOC)
Monster XP: 3 revenants @ 65 xp per divided
2 revenant wolves @ 65 xp per divided
1 revenant bear @ 250 xp divided
Wyn, Brendon, Abraxas , and Kovid – Add 96 xp
Lannis add 121 xp
Lyra add 270 xp
I was so convinced there was going to be a fight in here, I laid out all the dungeon tiles and furnishings for this area only to have their ability check (a 12 or less) to sense the party totally fail. Alight! What’s the plan guys?
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