The plan and hope was to to Control enough of the undead to make the last fights they anticipated to have that much easier - a good idea when you have 5 ghouls on your side.
Follows:
FIVE HUNDRED SEVEN
(I/C)
Brendon spun the key on one finger and looked around at the party, “So that’s what we doing? Are we going northwest to kill ghouls and get the hidden brass ball?”
“Considering they're in the same place,” Lannis noted, “it does complicate things.” He tilted his head back for a heartbeat or two and then righted it again, “Well I've thought about and I think the Ghouls should be our target."
“Let’s rid this castle of its last undead.” Kovid spun the hammer and caught it with his off hand.
“Afore we go mes amis, Wyn votes for making 6 new healing potions. We gonna need dem after dealing wit dis floor.” He indicated the Iron Statue and the alchemy set up. “Den once dat be underway, let’s head to de ghouls.”
“What about Extra healing?” Lyra asked. “We’de need fruit, yes?”
Lannis shrugged. “The tomatoes outside? They’re a fruit. We can use them.”
Lyra gave him a withering stare. “It’s a poor excuse of a fruit, Lannis. I mean, if I had a fruit salad, I wouldn’t put a tomato in it. I mean like a real fruit, do we have?”
“You’re a fruit salad,” he retorted.
“Hombres, I could crush a tomato with uno hand if I had to,” Abraxas said, making a fist. “Would make it easier to add to potion. Tomato wouldn’t fit in the vial hole.”
“Watch out for bad ones,” Kovid suggested. “Might make the rest of you sick. Not me, of course, dwarves are able to eat most anything.”
“So do goats,” the Wizard noted.
“Want me to throw something at you, Big Brain?”
Wyn smiled. “I’ve seen Monsieur Offop run. If you trow is at him, he will be wearin’ de tomato.”
Brendon smiled. “I on the other hand would not be hit.”
“Nor I,” said the elf.
There was a long pause for some reason and the group looked around before Lannis tilted his head and said, “Huh. No bard I guess.” He clapped his hands. “Ok My Little Pony, Let’s do this. Just like before.” The two of them spent 10 minutes giving the golem exact instructions on the making of Healing Potions, making sure the ingredients were at hand as well as the vials and corks. They referred to the shorthand notes on the wall and at the end of the 10 minutes, Lyra felt a sense of accomplishment from the Iron Statue as if began the brewing process once again.
“Ok,” she said, “We’ve got 12 to 14 hours before he’s done. We heading out? Ghouls?”
Wyn tapped his chin in thought. “Priestess, do ye want to give someone else de control undead potion so ye cen turn some of de ghouls? Just a tought.”
She slowly took it out, turning the potion over in her hands and thinking. “I guess, it’s not a bad idea. Fighting any number of ghouls is a terrible idea.” She looked over at the elf and Scout and said, “You want it? Maybe between you and Brendon?”
As the two of them began discussing it, her gaze slid over to Kovid (Next highest wisdom) and she shook her head and turned away. “ACTUALLY. I don’t trust ya’ll.” She walked up to the dwarf and handed it to him. “I trust you won’t get yourself killed with this.”
“Thanks, Lass.” He nodded, putting the potion in his bag (add Potion of Control Undead [5] to Magic inventory).
The party was lining up at the north door, Brendon had the key out, and was listening to the hall beyond. Abraxas was feeling ready, Scythe held tightly in his grasp. "Norte y West? O West y Norte? Check out el Throne room en el way a los Ghoulies? O en el way back? Vamonos amigos. A los Ghoulies."
Wyn shook his head. “Listen down towards de stair hallway, den take de path straight nord past de throne room. We peek in since we know de miserable orcs are not dere. Dat be my tought anyway.”
The group nodded in acceptance and we left the Lab after Brendon gave us the ok to do so. The hall to the east was quiet heading up the stairs and eventually to the watchtower. We moved to the hall and turned north, the Scout locking the door behind us and then took his place in the front. Brendon and Kovid moved the party north at a steady yet measured pace, eyes peeled. The hall was eerily quiet, the faint groan of stones of the settling castle walls. We made our way beyond the former Adept turned Goblin chambers without issue and at the corner after a short listen, turned west and moved on.
We approached the shattered doors to the Throne Room and once sure there was no noises from within (no roll needed), peered through the door. The weakened Rainbow Ward Ishtari Crystal was still working, bathing the room in scintillating lights. The rest of the chamber was a charred blackened wasteland of scorched stones and ash from Corfard’s fire.
There was no one in here, but it was obvious that there had been before. The Ballista was moved back away from the secret door wall and was just placed near the entrance, unlatched and unnocked. The back wall did have two Shriekers growing there, swelling and deflating slightly, one of them almost 2 feet in height, the other about half that size. Otherwise, the room was empty.
The group then moved on, travelling west, ears straining. As they came to the next corner, the sweet reek of rotting flesh was growing stronger and we could see old blood smears, cracked bones, and bits of discarded flesh from the corner on moving to the west. (WMC: Red/Black 5)
At the extreme limit of the lantern light, we could see the hall was also bloody and dirty here, but empty. The door was open, and there was the faint telltale sound of crunching and eating, along with the stink of death. (>Sense party: Black 17 – lucky bastards!)
Time now is Day 11, 3:30 PM
(OOC)
Ok! About 30’ or so from the guard/ghoul room – they don’t know you are here yet. Give me the plan on what we’re doing and good luck!
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