PBEM - Episode 540. Positive Outcomes!

And sometimes after some bad decisions, things do work out.

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FIVE HUNDRED FORTY

(I/C)

“We have a plan, yes?” Brendon asked, looking down the hall. “Let’s do it and get to it now. Come on people.”

Kovid agreed, "Dodge city, let's get out of it!" The dwarf started running to the south.

Abraxas reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him, pointing north and then west. "Señor Koyphid! No es correcto. Ese way!”

“Monsieur Dwarf! We go to de wight room! WIGHT room! En close de door behind us.”

"The white room?! What white room?” Kovid demanded, the dwarf stomping his feet in exasperation. “Every damn room in the poorly designed and constructed ELVEN castle is the WRONG room!"

Wyn clapped his hands, motioning the dwarf to get with Brendon. “To the wight room!”

Grumbling, Kovid grabbed his statue and crystal from the ground, giving Lannis a thumbs up as he ran on.

Lannis gave the dwarf a warm smile and held on to the pedestal to steady himself, head pounding and body feeling weak. He called to the Cleric as she was moving to the Throne Room entrance, "My good friend Lyra, if you would be so kind as to let me know when the Guardians are coming so I can plan my attack I would be in your debt. Everyone else get to cover before I let my magic’s loose"

Lyra slowed down and looked back at Lannis, concerned. She stepped over and looked in his eyes, frowning. “Good friend? Either you’re really serious right now or every time you get badly hurt you suffer some sort of brain damage.”

“I’d go with “B”, Lass,” Brendon replied.

“Look, I’d love to stick around, my dude, but I’ll be burned to a crisp. You need to depend on your own eyeballs for this one. But I’ll keep an eye out from the door. If something looks like it’s going wrong and you can’t recall back to the vault I’ll be back to defend your weak ass.”

“Thanks, Lyra. You are a wonderful person. I’m honored to have a friend like you.”

She shuddered and moved away, jogging off. “He needs to get hit in the head again and soon, this is just freaking me out.”

“Offop, ye should stand in the middle of de room in a place ye cen still see de door but far enough away dat dey cennot rush ye.”

Abraxas was shoving everyone out of the room, forcing them to run off down the hall. “Andale amigos. Mas rapido. Vamonos. Señor Lagos tiene una sopresa especial por los Guardianos. Pero, necessitamos move it rapidamente. To el room de Señor Wight. Vamonos!"

They charged down the hall, Brendon checked the corner, and gave the group the ok to run, the party moving on to the first door. Once there, they quickly entered, the reek of the room as being used as a abattoir and larder by the former ghouls made their head spin, but they all filed in and shut the door hard, ears perked up, weapons ready.

And it was luck that they did, for less than 2 or 3 minutes later, they could hear the pounding of moving feet and jangling chainmail coming up the hall as the 5 count of Guardians made swift and forceful time towards the Throne Room.

(Sense party, -4 penalty, >Black 9)

In the Throne Room, Lannis had the empty Recall potion in his hand, the words to the Fireball spell dancing on his lips. He felt tired, worn out, his hands hurt, and the presence of the dragon in his brain, although gone, was like an open sore. It hurt, like nails rasping over and open cut. “Hang in there, Lannis,” he muttered to himself, hearing the moving Guardians as they came closer and closer. “Just get it done.”

The Guardians turned past the entrance and their eyes fixated on the wizard standing in the lurid prismatic light. “Finally,” the lead one growled out, “Your death is at hand.” And they all ran forward with purpose as Lannis rattled through his spell.

They drew closer, hands outstretched, dark bale fire in their eyes, moving to grab and eventually rend the Magic User apart. “Finally, your death is at hand,” they all said together.

“Sounds great,” Lannis smiled, “Start without me. IN VAS FLAM GRAV…,” he dropped the vial, watching it fall towards the throne room floor, “…POR! FIREBALL!!!” And the air in front of him caught fire and streaked away, impacting the lead Guardian at under 15’ distance, bursting into a rapidly expanding sphere of superheated flame. (Save vs Spells, >15, >18, <5, <4, <3)

And the vial hit the ground, whisking Lannis away suddenly and dropping him in the former Wight Room with the rest of the party. “Hey!” He said…and then the concussive blast of the Fireball was felt through the soles of their boots a split instant before we heard the roar of flames in the distance amidst the wails of the Guardians. (5d6 Damage: 6,4,2,1,1 = 14 Damage, 7 if saved)

Staggering a bit against the wall, Lannis looked decidedly pale and wiped his face, blood staining the back of his robe sleeve, "Lyra I think my brain is dripping out of my nose, is that normal?"

Wyn and Abraxas both grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, the smell of burning flesh billowing into the fecund stinking chamber. “Let’s go!” “Allons-y!” Weapons out, they moved to charge back to the Throne Room.

Time now is Day 12, 11:48 AM

(OOC)

Alright! Plan worked. Let me know who is doing what on the run BACK to the Throne Room and the attack on the Guardians. In the beginning, until 3 go down, you guys get initiative (zombies auto go last). Lyra, you haven’t tried any turning on these sort of guys for 2 levels at least. Let me know what’s what!