Narcizia walks toward the exit, staying behind Volco.
"Oh, doctor, i have so many questions~"
Nocking an arrow, the elf sidesteps to gain a better view of the doctor. With a murmured prayer, he takes a moment to be certain of his aim and fires.
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Tyrithe's arrow sinks into her skinny body and she shouts in anger and pain. You will PAY for that little crazy person! Her teeth appear to grow longer and sharper as she snarls at you.
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Round 1
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-->Seara 21
-->Volreg 18
-->Winnova 14
-->Ungebrochen 16
-->Tyrithe 9
-->Volco 8
-->Narcizia 5
-->MONSTERS!
Fumbling around with his scalpel, Volreg drops it onto the ground. Hands shaking, he holds them up while drawing his dagger and holding it up to defend himself. "Scary lady, step back! Don't lock me in the cage again!" he shouts.
Swinging his dagger, the scalpel on the ground flies towards to doctor at an immense speed.
Winnova works her way around the table with the dead body on it, holding her loaded crossbow in front of her, but she can't get a clear shot off from this angle.
"We're crazy? If we're crazy you must be extra crazy, you freak!"
Narcizia walks up once again, staying side by side with Seara; she watches the doctor with interest, calculating her next move.
Stymied by the press of bodies before the table, Tyrithe instead leaps atop the it, carefully stepping over the body there. "Please forgive my irreverence, stranger. Necessity forces my hand," he whispers to the man's ghost before drawing a bead once upon this vile doctor-thing.
"Hey, Doc, pop quiz! What do you get when you add aether salts to a scarlet crow - viridiana infusion?"
Putting together the ingredients, Volco side-steps and hurls a vial at the Doctor. Breaking upon impact, the content ignites in a fireball.
"The answer is burned! You get burned!"
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Seara and Volreg prepare to strike, while Winnova tries to get a good angle. Narcizia waits for the bottom of a heart beat, steadying her aim. Tyrith looses another shot, which the monster-doctor takes in the chest! .
That's when Volco tosses a bomb. But the "Doctor" dodges with eerie supernatural speed (). Only a small lick of burning liquid singes her coat...
As the Mad Doctor closes in Seara swing her great sword, She is sickening to watch, we need to end this quickly"
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In a sickly display of flexibility, the "Doctor" arches her back, dodging Seara's blade. And springing back upright, she plunges the dripping syringe into Narcizia's neck!
[laughing hysterically]Haha! Haaha!!![/laughing hysterically]
Narcizia feels the cold liquid flow into her veins!!
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Round 2
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-->Seara 21
-->Volreg 18
-->Winnova 14
-->Ungebrochen 16
-->Tyrithe 9
-->Volco 8
-->Narcizia 5
-->MONSTERS!
Winnova sidles past Volco and sends a desperate shot from her crossbow at the mad "doctor".
Narcizia screams as the syringe penetrates her neck, for one second she has flashbacks to the tatterman slashing her to pieces. Her battle instincts kick on, and she quickly draws her longsword and tries to cut the doctor's arm.
Ungebrochen charges the Doctor, hoping to add another notch to his axe!"[/B]
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As the last drop drains form the needle into her neck, Narcizia slices the Doctor's arm clean off. Having taken a scalpel and arrow in the chest it's more than she can bear. Screaming in pain and backing away, she is broad-sided by Ungebrochen, his axe sinking deep inter her chest. Her eyes glaze over, and the terrible being falls to the floor.
Putting his foot on the doctors chest and yanking his axe out, Ungebrochen spits on her one last time before tearing a bit of clothing from her and starts to clean his axe.
Looking around he nods to the others. "Well, it seems she had a heart at all. Well now there are two. Good work all."
Reaching to Narcizia, Volco looks closely at her neck, trying to determine what the crazy doctor injected into her. "Stand still. If that's poison, moving will harm you. Let me check..."
"Uhm, no, can't quite help, I don't recognize it. Call me if you have any symptoms."
Looking at Scaen's body, Volco grabs the coat and the badge. "I've studied medicine, I can pass as a doctor at a first glance. Hope nobody says anything about the blood. On the other hand, she definitely looks unusual."
Grabbing a journal, he jots down all he can find out about Scaen's corpse.
"On a scale of one to ten, how much THIS hurts? You b!$#+!", Narcizia shouts angrily as her blade cuts of the doctor's arm. She then takes a few seconds staring at the corpse after the dwarf kills the doctor, regaining her focus only once Volco aproaches.
"So i'm fine?...Hope this doesn't make me crazy like the doctor...", she cleans her sword and sheathes it. "Well, dream friends, we have to keep moving, i don't want to be slashed into pieces again."
Winnova looks around at all the blood, shudders, then shakes herself and goes back to the pile of stuff and finishes collecting her stuff, including donning her studded leather armour.
"Yeah, let's get out of this place..."
Crawling from behind the bars the man points at the yellow cloud before looking over the woman. "Asleep, the bad lady is asleep now," Volreg mutters as he attempts to take whatever small objects he can fit in his pockets off the dead doctor's corpse. While doing so, he also looks at the others, never keeping eye contact longer than a second or two. "I am, Volreg. No, no memory of how I got here. Oh, the other man is me too! He, helps me when I can't do things, but he says I'm special."
Seara looks down at the dead doctor, after everyone has taken what they want from her, Seara will pick the body up and put it on the table with the body of the man she killed.
Even as the dwarf cuts the madwoman down Tyrithe is nocking another arrow--after she falls, it is a long moment before the elf eases his draw and slowly lowers the bow. Hopping off the table, he motions towards the furnace with his head as he steps over the doctor's corpse to examine the hallway.
"The furnace chimney looks large enough to use if we need to. I'm an indifferent climber, but if we take that route the first could lower a rope for the rest." As he speaks, his eyes are constantly on the move, roving across the room even as his fingers on the bow tap along to the music in his mind.
Nudging the doctor's corpse with a boot, the elf considers her for a time before whispering. "Seven of us. Somehow she kept seven of us under control, despite many of us clearly being trained combatants. I have...I have no memory of this place or how I came to be here, no memory of this thing or any of it! Does she have accomplices or servants? I do not know, and this disturbs me."
"Yellow smoke... citrinitas. Just like the dream. I say we check this room better, then try to leave if we have no alternative."
After setting his armor properly, Volco searches the rest of the room (the furnace and what looks like a cupboard on the top left on the map).
"Leaving here is imperative. We are obviously in jeopardy. Finding out where we are is secondary, but still important. As is finding out the cause of the amnesia. There are several drugs that can cause it, but it should be somewhat temporary... although the use of narcotics might explain how she managed to keep us in check, Tyrithe."
He pulls a tuft of his bleach-white hair and looks at it. "Huh. Not hazemind, though, or I'd be seeing rainbows. Dreamtime tea? Would explain the shared dream, but I don't feel the taste. Anyway, leaving is the matter at hand, later I can make some sweets and we can try. That cloud... If I remember correctly, dwarves are resistent to poison. What did you say your name was?" he suddenly asks Ungebrochen.
Seara will move to the door and peek her head out, looking left then right to see if she can get her bearing on how to maybe get out of here.
"Staying here and talking longer will not get us out of here, she could have been alone in this place or not BUT moving along is best."
Narcizia quietly searches the room alongside the alchemist, her right hand covers the spot where the needle entered her neck.
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Instead of risking climbing the furnace shaft you talk it over and decide to take the steps Seara has found (east). At the top of the steps you find yourself in a long asylum hospital halway (running North-South).
To the LEFT (north) you see ward rooms, and a door at the end of the hallway. It looks exactly like this.
To te RIGHT (south), more ward rooms, and a window at the end of the hallway. And also...A naked young women cowering and muttering nonsense to herself. It looks exactly like this.
Unless Narcizia need something, Volco grabs all the items, stuffing them in the hundred pockets littering his overcoat. "Formaldehyde to preserve, alcohol to burn, always something you need."
As they get in sight of the naked woman, he looks at her with detached interest. "Possibly dangerous, possibly a victim. Careful."
Removing the doctor's coat, he approaches her, keeping at a distance, trying to get hints of what causes her ramblings.
Tyrithe is conflicted--his immediate instinct is to help anyone in need, but this seems...too obvious. A naked woman, just wandering the halls of this facility strikes the elf as unlikely. Illusion? Shapechanger?
Keeping his distance, Tyrithe extends an open hand towards her in a gesture of friendship, even as he carefully scrutinizes her person & the hallway for any sign that things might not be as they seem. "Excuse me, miss, are you well?"
Winnova peers at the woman trying to discern if she might become violent.
Seara will approach the woman, Her Great sword on her back. "can you tell us where we are? How to get out?"
"I Don't want to wind up like that, the priests kill the ones who's minds break so."
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Obviously this is mental illness. Some form of schizophrenia is Volco's guess. Volco's pretty sure she's probably suffering from auditory, perhaps even visual hallucinations.
There is nothing special about the women other than that she's dirty and could use a bath. There is soil in her tangled hair.
Winnova does not sense anything sinister about the young women. More than anything the women evokes a compassionate response in Winnova's throat chakra area
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Answering Tyrithe: Am I w...Well? Well. Yes, very well. Have you seen Mr. Tingles, my cat? I need to find him and get back to the chapel. I think he's in the west wing, but when I went to look for him I found the eye is in the way...
Answering Seara: How to get out? No, no way out. Just yellow fog outside. I already looked for Mr. Tingles in the Garden. Best place to be is the Chapel. Yes, the Chapel.
"She suffers from delusions, something harmed her mind. I don't think we're in any danger from her, but don't let your guard down."
Stepping closer, Volco hands her the doctor's coat. "I'm someone who can make you feel better, Adria." And if I can't, I can study her, to make someone else feel better. "Put this on and stay here, we'll come back and take you someplace safe."
Turning to his comrades, Volco whispers again. "Yellow fog, like the dream and the doctor. Wild guess, some sort of psychoactive agent that claws at your mind and turns you ravenous. Let's not go outside until we know something. How about we search the chapel?"
Narcizia spends some time curiously studying the woman.
"Oh yes, we are doctors, yes, i'm Dr. Nastase, and these are my assistants. Who is this Mr. Tingles you talk about?"
She shrugs.
"I see, strange they would bring a cat here, is your cat sick?"
"No cat, she has not cat,"Volreg mutters as he stays near the middle of the group. Fingers twitching, as he holds a hand near his left ear, his gaze locks onto the woman for a moment before turning his head towards Narcizia, "Maybe, maybe we can go to a safe place? The other doctors are mean."
Ungebrochen just shrugs at the girl, before asking about the chapel. Hearing her words he looks at Volco."Might be a good idea. Might be a very bad. But we are in knee deep s&!@ anyway!"
Seara looks puzzled when the girl mentions the EYE, "a real eye? A metaphor?"
"This EYE you are talking about, what is it?"
Winnova murmurs quietly to Volreg, "Poor woman is delusional is all."
She addresses Adria, "Who is this Winter?"
More than enough people have crowded around the poor woman already, so Tyrithe gives her a kindly but absent nod and steps past her, carefully scanning the hallway.
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"This EYE you are talking about, what is it?"
It's...well, I don't know...just a big eye. I don't know how else to describe it. It watches the west wing. Want me to show you?
She addresses Adria, "Who is this Winter?"
She's a nice lady, and takes care of us. She guards us in the chapel, where it's safe to sleep. But I came out here looking for Mr. Tingles. Probably shouldn't have come alone though.
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"As much as I'd like to simply leave this place I don't think we'll have much success just blindly walking from corridor to corridor, maybie we should take up her offer and see what this chapel is about...", she says, turning to the others. "And who knows, we might find her cat...Or the person who trapped us here, and then we can have some fun~"
Chapel sounds safe, could be a good place to hide out, away from the craziness.
Seara will move closer to Adria, "Take us to the chapel is my vote, then go from there?"