Group is knackered. Need a rest now.
Follows:
FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY EIGHT
(I/C)
Leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath, Brendon added, “I’m all for dropping stuff at the vault and resting up but first we need to chop up the dead and dole out potions.”
Lyra nodded in agreement. “I don’t know if all of us are in any shape for anymore exploration today. My vote is the vault and we figure out what we’re doing tomorrow. I’m sure there’s someone left in this castle who’s day we can ruin. Besides dragon boy that is.” She spent a few minutes looking everyone over (Current HP: Lannis 5/13, Lyra 20/26, Wyn 10/18, Abraxas 2/35, Brendon 14/17, Kovid 16/48) making tutting noises at seeing how bad some of the party was.
“How are we set for healing potions?” She asked. “We’re having another 3-6 done tomorrow morning.”
“I have one,” Lannis offered.
“Uno and Uno Extra healing in my bag,” Abraxas supplied.
“I have 1 regular healing potion as well, Lass,” Kovid said. “I had a sudden vision I died from complete incompetence,” he chuckled, giving Lannis a soft nudge. “Turns out I didn’t. Must be spending too much time with, Big Brain.” He hitched up his pants and placed his hammer over his left shoulder. “Anyway, back through the throne room it is.”
“Ow!” The Magic User complained. “Not cool, man.”
“Dwarf.”
“Whatever. What just happened? Did we kill that thing? I think I blacked out, I don't remember anything I said or did since I walked in here, I just remember the feeling of being watched by some kind of predator.” He faked looking around before smirking. “I rate that fight 7 Lannis got you to the Choppers out of 10 I am a sexual Tyrannosaurus.” On seeing the rest of the group just staring blankly at him, he shrugged and went on, “Either way, let's go get that last ball, ain't nothing roaming these halls anymore, might as well see what's what."
“Oui, back to de vault trough de throne room,” Wyn idly poked around the room, nose wrinkling at the porcine smell of the orcs. “We put de gold in dere, grab de last brass ball, en head back down ‘ere to place all de brass balls in dat ting in Pox’s workshop.”
“Let’s get going,” Brendon said, taking point. “No matter what, let’s not get complacent. I’m sure Corfard still has something up his scaled sleeve to try and kill us.”
“Dragons don’t have sleeves, numb nuts,” Lannis answered with a snotty tone.
“Whatever,” Brendon replied. “Nice gloves by the way. I’m sure your boy friend’s going to like them.” He led us back north and through the Duchess’s room, and then through the goblin bedroom and to the hall south of the Lab. Listening he was sure we were ok (no roll needed) and from there we went out to the main hall, eyes peeled and attention focused.
“Monsieur du Lac en Monsieur Offop,” Wyn whispered as they made their way north to the Throne Room, “should take a look at de brass ball box before we tinker or mess wit it, but it should be nice to see what be inside dere. Hopefully it doesn’t blow up, oui?”
“I’m not gonna take that bet,” the Magic User commented. “Who knows what weird crazy stuff they might have shoved in there.”
“Well, when we need to look for someone tp inspire us with their bravery, we won’t waste our time with you,” Lyra sneered at him.
“You’re just pissed off since you threw a shoe, Gluestick.”
The group was passing the baths and coming up to the former Adept chambers. “After dat, dere be some “housekeepin” to be done. It’s not gonna be pretty, mes amis, but we eidder take off doze heads, or we fight de orcs en hobs again tomorrow… well whatever hobs be left dat aren’t ash.”
“A terrible idea,” Lyra said, getting a series of grunts and assents from the rest of the party. “Revenants can’t exist without a working head and neck, so that’s what we have to focus on. But it takes a serious burst of necromantic energy to raise any revenants, and I’m not sure what that is coming from since we took out the 2 necromancers.”
“Sounds like a problem for future us,” Lannis agreed, “And they’ll be more ready to solve it.”
Abraxas snapped his fingers and pointed east, “Don't forget, tenemos a take las cabezas de los Roberts en los Stairs tambien."
The group had arrived at the Throne Room, the light coming from the Ishtari gem was muted but still cycling through the rainbow colors, denoting the ward still up and in place. “Den… I tink we pay de Castle Avatar lady a visit en have a nice bath.
"Si amigos. Tenemos mas work to do antes de rest. Let's remove some cabezas, get Señor Brefnine's Balls en place y take una bath. Es mucho perfecto. Chop chop, primero!”
“En den we sleep. Doesn’t dat sound nice?”
“Like in a bed?” Lannis asked with a frown.
“No, mayhap de Vault.”
“A bed is more comfortable.”
“Gettin’ fried by Dragon fire isn’t more comfortable.”
“He hasn’t come out yet, and the floor sucks.”
“You can’t wait anudder day?” Wyn shook his head. “Lissen one ting at a time. First de Vault, den de room and balls, de de head choppin.’ Den rest. Maybe before we retire fer de night we tie a rope around de door handles to the garden so notin cen get out of dem? Or spike dem? Just a tought.”
“No problem,” Lannis said, “We can circle back around to that if need be.”
Meanwhile Abraxas and Kovid went up to the two immature Shiekers and proceeded to beat the hell out of them as they screamed and yelled loud for almost 15 seconds before trialing off and ending. The group was silent and listened (LOL – NO WMC at this time! ) and were please to hear nothing anyone coming to investigate the noise.
“Damn, that was pleasing,” Kovid said, high fiving the Fighter with a grin.
Wyn took out the Vault key and opened the door, and the group shuffled in to the secret hall. We shut the door and then the elf opened the Vault as well, and the party smiled on entering once again.. “Hokay, dump all you dunt want ta carry and I’ll take dis,” he picked up the Brass ball and bounced it once before putting it in his bag. “When you say you are ready, let me know an’ we can go.”
(I’ll send everyone your updated sheet after this post is sent out.)
Time now is Day 11, 5: 57 PM
(OOC)
Mirror Image – 8 minutes
At the Vault.
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