Group had a bit of time to recheck the last 2 rooms a bit more carefully since they had skimmed it earlier. But they were aware that they were on borrowed time and were in danger of being found.
Follows:
THREE HUNDRED FIFTY THREE
(I/C)
“Duchess. I can almost hear the “T” when you say her name, weird,” Lannis noted. “And yes, we’re leaving. Oui, Wyn?”
“Oui, Monsieur Offop. Dis goblin ‘ad nudding on him,” he chuckled a bit, “And he seems ta be one ‘and shy as well.”
“Elves and goblins just don’t mix.”
“Who said that?”
“Could have been any one of us.”
Brendon bent down and scooped up Duchess’ bow, then coughed, getting his ear to the door and listening, “The ghoul might be loose in the room as we backtrack to, I assume, the crazy bitch’s bed chamber.”
As the group was gathering at the north door, Lannis pulled out his healing potion and popped the top, drinking it down (Healing Potion 1d6: Pink 4 – Heal 4). “Not Mirabellis’ room, dumb shit,” he muttered, “the one north of there.”
“No…Not the haaandy bed,” the scout said with a grunt.
“I wasn’t…never mind. And I know that how magic works is beyond you, as well as soap, manners, and no rolling the letter ‘r’ when you are stressed, but I doubt Duchess let it go on her way through,” he noted snidely, “She probably can't control it any more than we can.”
“Whatever, Big Brain,” he chuckled. “I really like your entertaining impression of a trotting pony before.”
“Quick to point fingers, huh? The goblins are dead right?” he pointed back at the slain greenskins. “How about this, if two small, weak enemies ever jump on you while better fighters approach, I promise to take a few swings in your direction. Better?"
Brendon shrugged, “You couldn’t figure out that maybe searching the bodies WHILE everyone was working to get done with this room and make sure the Duchess was finally dead would expedite our departure? Great use of that big brain.”
"Sorry my mind doesn't immediately jump to robbing the dead,” Lannis retorted. “Besides I doubt any of these ankle biters are holding the key to this adventure.” He pointed to the dead goblin that Kovid had smashed the skull in “That one doesn't even have pockets."
Shaking Duchess bow, Brendon replied, “Yeah, they gave us nothing to take, huh? Why don’t you scavenge some arrows or something.”
"Oh wow,” Lannis gasped in fake wonder, clapping both hands to his cheeks, mouth wide. “You found the bow you were looking directly at when she dropped it! Good thing you were here Captain Charisma.” He pointed at the door, “Can WE please go stab that broad now?"
Grabbing the two quivers that the goblin bowmen had (8 arrows remaining total in both quivers), Wyn shook his head and said, “Du Lac, I tink we cen save time en just take de arrows from doze two gobs so we don’t need ta try ta salvage any.”
“Thanks, Wyn,” Brendon nodded at the elf (<Hear Noise, Red 20) satisfied there was nothing nearby anywhere. Giving Lannis a sharp eye he said, “We? Is that French for ‘as in someone else does it’?”
Placing one hand on his chest, the magic user drew himself up and answered, "Well I've never heard of any place called French before…but if you don't like it, it must be lovely. Hey Wyn, you ever heard of French before, they got maps in your swamp?"
From the back of the party, Abraxas snapped his fingers and pointed at the two friends bickering. "Vamonos amigos. To La Dyke-chessas room. Brefdin, por favor, did you check la puerta?” On getting a nod and thumbs up he nodded back and motioned ahead, “Hokay. Then we listen to Mirabellisella's room puerta. Then, we figure out whether to go in or go around. Si? We need to find her ahora."
Leaning closer to Brendon, Lannis whispered, “Abraxas isn’t from French.”
“No,” he replied, “he said he’s from Specularum. I can’t understand one tenth of what he says sometimes.”
“Not with that accent.”
“Could you imagine if you had to read something Doc wrote?” Brendon whispered in reply.
Lannis smirked and shook his head. Raising his voice he looked at the dead goblins, “So…We’re done here? Nothing else, let’s go?”
Lyra had unwound her flail and was holding it ready again. Looking back at the dead, including the still giant goblin on the dais, she said, “Whatever, can’t say the goblins definitely don’t have anything good. That asshole there had a giant potion. But I don’t disagree, finding Dutchess should probably be our first priority.”
“Oui. Ye be right,” Wyn nodded, “I was tinking dat leavin de gobs here might bite us in de ass later... maybe literally... but dere be nottin we cen do bout it. Gotta move.”
Lannis leaned over and whispered again, “Wyn can’t be from French either, hear that accent?”
Kovid pushed his way past the two men whispering to each other and said angrily, “Can you cut the chatter? I’m opening the door.”
As the dwarf gripped the handle, hammer at the ready, Lannis leaned over to Brendon and mouthed in a breathy fake whispering squeaky voice, “Can you cut the chatter? I’m opening the door.”
The Scout snickered, which had the wizard give forth a short laugh, getting a eyeful from the rest of the party until everyone calmed down enough to finally return to the business at hand. Kovid opened the door, and the party looked into the hall. The chairs and candelabra were still there, although they looked disturbed. The hall also showed signs of recent passage down its length, many sooty footprints and the acrid stink of hobgoblins. But as of now, the passage was empty.
“I tink dey bought our ruse from before,” Wyn said pointing down the hall.
“Except for El Dyke-chess,” Abraxas frowned. “Vamanos,” he shut the door behind us as the last person passed through. We also noted that Kovid’s armor and hammer no longer had that scintillating look they had while in the Sanctuary. The Scout listened to the door to Mirabellis’ room (no roll needed) and although he heard a faint chain rattle not too far away (the ghoul?), there was nothing else sounding from within.
Confident the hall’s ceiling was free of danger, Wyn nodded to Kovid who once more readied his hammer and opened the door to Mirabellis’ chamber.
It too was also as we had seen it before. There was nothing new or different except for a number of sooty footprints heading south across the chamber. The ghoul on the wall once more tried to pry itself off the neck staple and get to us but was unable to do so, gasping and wheezing in fury instead. Whatever, outside of the undead, the chamber and surrounding areas were eerily quiet.
The Scout led us across the room, Kovid’s lantern lighting the way. Abraxas gasped and smiled (Continuous Heal 1d4+1: Blue 4 = Heal 5 Damage!) as more of the wounds on his body closed up. He gave Lyra a thumbs up and she returned it, holding up three fingers and pointing at him. He nodded in thanks and the group pressed on.
We approached the far end of the room and peered through the archway to Duchess’ chamber, weapons ready and waiting for any problem. Sunlight was still streaming in through the windows. The two doors in here were closed but the stops we had put under them had been forced open and missing.
And Duchess was lying on the floor in a pool of blood near the chair between the two windows, unmoving, unbreathing, pale and staring out with dead eyes.
Time now is Day 8, 1:28 PM
(OOC)
Ok – you guys are at the archway going to her chamber. So far no one is here or heard us, and according to Brendon, he heard nothing nearby.
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