FOUR HUNDRED NINETY SIX
(I/C)
“It’s been five minutes,” Brendon suggested, “We can wait a bit more?”
“Do we know for sure they’ve moved on?” Lyra asked.
“Without opening the doors to check, yeah, I’m pretty sure.”
While all this was going on, Lannis took off his backpack and was setting up the crystal ball and stand. Once done, he gave the rest of the party members the hairy eyeball and proceeded to castigate them. “Just a question, Have you guys ever tried shutting the fuck up? I'm about to peel back the veil of magic to gaze upon another place.”
“You didn’t mention you were going to scry, Big Brain,” Kovid noted, arms folded across his broad chest.”
“You aren’t my step dad, because my family is a family of short ugly drunks, I don't need your permission."
Abraxas beetled his brows, giving the Magic User a pointed glower. "Por todos tu sabes, soy tu papa. Tu mama sabe? En any case, let's wait por Señor Cabeza Grande a Scry. Rampaging Zealot es el mas likely a esta en patrol. Sabemos donde el es, estamos muy bueno."
Wyn held his hand up to forestall any further complaint, “Merci fer de scrying, Offop. Dat will be helpful.”
“Thanks, Gumbo. Let me get on it.” Lannis hunched low over the ball and began to concentrate, focusing deep inside the heart of the crystal. As he was doing this, the rest of the party relaxed, Brendon keeping an ear at the main door back to caverns.
Kovid leaned back, folding his arms behind his head, and proceeded to daydream, occasionally smiling or giving a grunt of laughter. Meanwhile Wyn leaned over and whispered, “So is eet just Wyn, or was Offop a bit more bearable when he ‘ad a ‘ead injury? Just sayin’…”
Lyra shrugged, “It’s just you. He’s still a whiny, spineless baby.”
The minutes passed without issue (<Int check, Pink 9) until the wizard called out, “Alright kids, picture’s coming in here. Trying to get me some Rampant Zealotry…and…got him!”
“Where is he?”
“Well…He’s in the watchtower. I can see the windows. It’s not raining out today.”
“He alone?”
Lannis ran his fingers over the ball. “Nope. Looks like he’s got the whole gang. Gotta be at least all of them, including the 1 goblin.” He peered closer. “Definitely the lower watchtower, I can see the spiral stairs going up.” He traced a finger across the top. “And they’ve got it planned for us. I can see a couple of shields near the top of the stairs, loaded down with heavy stones. I can also see 2 crossbows…spears. Pretty much a terrible idea for us to climb up 40’ of stairs while they rain shit down on us.”
“Merde.”
“Don’t see that, but it might be up there. There are a few buckets. Looks like water. I get the feeling they’re camped there based upon the bedrolls and other signs of sleeping and eating. In fact 3 of them are resting now.”
“Good plan,” Kovid muttered, “Rotating shifts so they are all available at a moment’s notice.”
“This seems like a bad idea to climb up through,” Lyra grumbled.
“Dat means dat we ‘ave to hope dat de undead aren’t in de statue room and we can risk takin’ it apart.”
“And…we’re done.” Lannis looked up and rubbed his eyes. “That’s one. We have a plan or do you want me to look at something else again?”
Time now is Day 11, 12:31 PM
(OOC)
Fucking crystal ball. Alright, where to and what now?
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