FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY FOUR
(I/C)
Brendon looked around, frowning. “It’s probably scared and NOW and knows it’s alone.” He took out his crossbow and spent a little time ratcheting it back.
Taking her Flail and swinging it a few timed, Lyra frowned, noting, “For some reason I highly doubt it’s scared.”
Once the crossbow was ready to fire, Brendon loaded a bolt and engaged lifted the weapon, sighting around the room, “Perhaps it would like to step forward and join us? No one wants to end up like Grimtooth.”
From the center of the room, Wyn leaned over and whispered to Abraxas and Lannis, “Let's spread out evenly in the room and start at the east end and work out way west. 15 feet from de walls en 20 feet from each odder.”
"Si, Señor Whym,” Abraxas gripped his Scythe tightly, looking around, trying to focus on the three Wyn’s at once. “Let's spread out."
The mass of Lannis’ and Wyn’s moved back and forth around the bedding and furnishings, Abraxas taking the south most position, and they made their way slowly, weapons staves, and Scythes propping out and about while they looked hard to see anything. (>Hear Noise, Orange 12). Wyn glanced at the door to the Chapel, “Unless he's gone inta de observatory room to da south east, a sweep of de room should weed Mongo out. We cen meander back en forth within our space to add some random chance to the sweep.”
As they were looking, Abraxas glanced back at the dwarf and asked, “Señor Kotvalf, tienes una lock y key con tu Hammer, si? Can’t you make sure it doesn’t get out? Or if it is out, it can’t get in?"
“I think I’m already doing that,” Kovid replied, muttering as he swung his Hammer, “Come on out you beast, We know you’re in here.”
“Everyone keep an eye out,” the elf advised.
As they swept across the chamber from one wall to the other, Lannis and his copies kept looking at one another, making weird faces and adopting a fake sounding deeper voice. “Son of a bitch is dug in like an Alabama tick. Not a thing, not a fucking trace.”
“You alright, Big Brain?” Brendon asked from the doorway.
The Magic User nodded. “No blood, no bodies, we found nothing! If it bleeds we can kill it."
"He's in here, right?" the dwarf asked.
"You still don't understand, Kovid, do you?” The Magic User answered, wiping some imaginary sweat from his face. “Whatever it is out there, it killed Hopper, and now it wants us."
“Who the fuck is Hopper?” Kovid scowled. “If you want to stop acting like a putz, you can do so any time.”
It was quiet as they kept looking, Lannis eventually muttering, “Any time.”
“I liked him better with a head wound,” Lyra said looking to step away and help with the sweeping.
Abraxas snapped his fingers and pointed back to the door. “The whole point of the sweep was that Senors Sin and Stannis have Mirror Images…”
“Of which I have more,” Lannis noted.
“Si. Si. And yo have high good armor and can block the blows - so no one else would need to sweep and take the chance of getting hit.”
“Ah!” The Cleric said, returning to the door. “Got it.”
Abraxas continued, “Just don’t either of you could to be taken out by the Mongrel Man if attacked while alone.”
Lannis nodded. “He’s killing us one at a time. Like a hunter.”
The party finished their check around the place, tapping and sweeping. But at the end of it, they did not find the Mongrelman. “So?” Kovid asked. “We looking around here for any of the orc loot,” he indicated a few battered looking footlockers near the nicer bed area, most likely Grimtooth’s, “or are we heading to the secret room to finally rest up?”
Time now is Day 11, 5:25 PM
(OOC)
Continual Heal – 1 more instances on the “3’s”.
Mirror Image – 40 minutes
Kovid, the door was locked after we came in, and remember, the sounds in the room are deadened near the walls, so no noises get out. The party has swept the entire floor area twice, feeling pretty good they crossed over every area. What’s the plan?
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