Now, lads! Send this thing back to the pits!
Paddy and Alphonse strike simultaneously at the monster's hind quarters as it tries to flee, felling the beast!
"I warned the creature." Alphonse says, seeming genuinely regretful.
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Jean, dizzy and faint, wretches the contents of his stomach onto the floor as he begins to process the inconceivable moments which have just passed.
The smells of the dungeon, mixing with the blood of his own body and the stench of that... thing alone was too much to handle, even barring the events which took place.
With a pathetic whimper he prays to his God for respite from all he sees; both before him and within the folds of his prescience.
Oh Lord... Take me way from here... Please......
As he recovers, he stands up, picks up his longspear, and withdraws back from the corpse of the fell beast which took him.
He stares at its gruesome form, holding his spear in front of him vertically, hiding behind it, as if trying to shield himself from the horrors and violations which he had just experienced.
Hisao sighs with relief first as the monster turns to flee and second as it is taken down.
Well done, lads! I just hope we don't see more of these things....nasty buggers.
Paddy checks the area with Hisao.
What the hell?!!
Something on the floor just tripped me; You see that? What was that thing? A crack in the floor or something.
I was just about to shoot that monster, too.
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"So, onward?" Alphonse says.
"We're here to kill a necromancer after all, we should expect such monstrosities, and perhaps worse."
"Though, he grimaces "Ones that smell a bit less FOUL would be welcome."
Jean sidesteps in a frenzied manner at Iommi's exclamation, then realizes their position as Alphonse speaks.
"Y-you're right, sir. We should go forth and bring this sorcerer to the justice of the Church."
Jean's composure stiffens, as if he is consuming the horrors of his thoughts, embracing them, to brace himself against the eldritch devils which he may soon come to face.
In a grave tone he states as he points his long spear into the dark hollows before them:
"Let us go forward... Pour le Seigneur."
Pressing on northward, the adventurers traverse a long gallery of macabre decor--scenes from scripture, the stations of the Cross, depictions of saints, Angels, beasts, or demons, all composed of human bones and skulls....
Some 50 feet up this gallery hall, on the east wall, a 20-ft-square opening into a dark, spacious chamber beyond, shows the iron teeth of a portcullis raised into the ceiling. A winch on the wall to one side of the opening most likely can be turned to lower or raise the portcullis....
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At the end of the gallery, a raised altar of human bones and skulls is presided over by a great crucifix of bejeweled silver!
In the shadows, a multi-armed, man-sized, bipedal silhouette, somehow an abominable hybrid of man and insect, crouches and mutters to itself!
"What in blazes is that?" Alphonse mutters to himself.
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Whatever he is, I don't think he's going to invite us in for a pint.
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The creature looks at the invading group and was curious yet confused sensation and slight panic. Were they hallucinations like before? Cruel games played on his mind by foul memories of torture and pain. Two of its arms seem to flick away at them like a fly as if they were not there. The voice was deep and harsh with a hint of clicks and snaps much like a beetle or ant.
" Es scheint, dass Beute wurde in die Magier ging Den? Geh weg Schattierungen , ich möchte nicht noch einmal belästigt werden. "
The creature is posed but mutters once more in some.. variation of clicks, snaps and whirs. Clearly insectoid in nature, it shakes its head violently.
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As the squad passes through the nefarious lair of the warlock, with its skeletal murals, Jean loses whatever fear he once bore as it gives way to holy wrath. Mockery of the Christ and His Saints in such an offal display drove the ruddy French boy to rage. With his spear he dashes to ruin each and every figure, until the bones are all strewn to the floor set apart. His frenzy is that of a rogue boar; almost foaming.
In his high tongue he recites that same legendary taunt of David to the mongrel Goliath found in scripture, and his cries reverberate down the halls of despondency even past where sight may reach.....
As they enter the presence of the larger abomination, Jean charges the new face of his adversary, with all the rage of a tired, broken zealot.
"GOLIATH!!!!"
He lashes forth with his lancing spear, to find the flesh of sin to pierce, wherever it may dwell.
A hand reaches out blocking the speartip with a strange click as if Jean had strike steel. The distracted eyes of the creature move to jeans, piercing yellow orbs. Upon closer inspection the eyes belong to a chitinous dark hued face. It speaks once more the chitin growing tougher
" Nicht Schattierungen sind Sie? interessant. "
He seemed prepared.
As Jean comes face to face with this monster, and his dark pupils meet those yellow locked in gaze, he is surprised with the creatures' swiftness. However, this spurs him on to his passionate crusade, and to slay what he believes is a puppet of the necromancer.
"Cheareb Borroghesh Sh'Yah Cou'Hrus Sh'Yah!"
Nacht chitters moving right nxt to the being all four arms reaching around to grasp the Longspear away from him.
After which it tosses the stick behind it and stares at the paleskinned yeller oddly.
Had Alphonse had the time before Jean ran off into the room, he would have used his ability to Detect Evil on the creature.
Alphonse, detecting nothing, but seeing the creature simply disarm Jean when he could have easily hurt or killed him calls out.
English: "Does anyone speak the language of that beast? Perhaps we can get it to let us pass, instead of pushing through by force."
He's speaking Germanic. I think he's a wee bit daft or something of the sort. I can tell...]
Paddy translates what the creature said.
I dont think we can talk our way past this one boys....
Jean, taken aback by the front of this beast, sees it take his spear out of his hands, and does what a soldier of the French army knows how to do; keep on the assault. He draws his morningstar and tries to wail on the beast. In his tunnel vision, he barely notices what Alphonse is saying to him.
The morningstar strikes at the creature at the chest with a satisfying thunk. However this only causes it to look down at the strike in a nonchalant manner. It looks to the shade in front of it. This shade seemed real, this shade seemed furious. But could he touch the shade? THis shade was not like the bone he had known would visit him. The creature took his fists in each hand, balling them up to strike at the face, midsection, Hand and knee. Well until the shade stopped, which they would always disappear after the first strike. Maybe it could take the weapon away again after it fell!?
Jean gets pummeled to unconsciousness.
The creature seems to look at it's hands in awe as if the act was.. accomplishing some task.
" Dies ist kein Schatten. Das ist echte Schmerzen ! Ich lebe. "
The creature looks past the being who fell at the rest of the beings it sees.
Paddy looks at the four armed being with a quizzical look.
Alphonse, a but puzzled at the whole scenario, merely idly clenches and unclenches his hands around the hilt of his scythe.
The creatures yellow eyes flash with surprise at something speaking a language it.. understands. The eyes quickly narrow as it looks to this being.
" N- Nekromant ? Ich , ich lebe hier . Sie , Sie Schatten. Ihr sprechen meine Sprache ? Sie sind nicht eine Spur zu ? Ich - ich bin nicht Nekromant ...
A flash of anger reflects in his posture " Ich , ich hasse Nekromanten . Bringing Knochen und Schattierungen und playing Tricks im Kopf. I am imply.. this "
The creature grips its multiple fists.
" I, I hate necromancer. Bringing bones and shades and playing tricks on my mind. "
Hold off lads.....he is confused. He is not the necromancer. He thinks we're shades
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If the creature could tear up it would have. It nestled its own head in two hands the others come out as if praising the dark ceiling. He raised his head soon after and looked to the German being.
It picked up and shoved the longspear back into the loud being's other hand and nodded to the German being.
" Hilfe , ich helfen kann. Ich will gehen . Ich habe hier unten , so lange . Menschen sind die Menschen nett. Meine Erinnerungen sind schlecht. Ich , ich kann immer noch töten recht gut. Wird Nekromanten zu töten, ist er verantwortlich ... Ich denke . "
Reaching in it folds in a flash it draws out hidden weapons, A longsword, a wicked pick, a Hammer, a Gladius. It nods once more to the German being as a sign of recognition. The holds the weapons at ease.
" Ich bin Nacht "
" I am Nacht "
" Ich , ich hasse Nekromanten . Bringing Knochen und Schattierungen und playing Tricks im Kopf. I am imply.. this "
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson translates Paddy and Nacht's conversation in French and English for the others.
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To Nacht:
My name is Magnusson, Iommi-Tyr, a Nobleman from Norway and a scholar.
Pray tell us, how did you come to be down here? You are a long way from Germanic lands; do you know where you are?....
If the Necromancer has been tormenting you, you can tell us about him -- what he looks like, what his powers are, what his minions are? ...Maybe where he keeps his lair?
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson also checks to make sure Jean Lamarre is okay.
Finally, I look around this chamber or alcove or room (or whatever) and look for any sign that this poor creature has been kept prisoner here (with all his gear) or has been sleeping/living here for a long period of time -- or is just lost -- or some reasonable evidence that he speaks the truth.
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Nacht's eyes show recognition when Tyr repeats the conversation especially in French to the others.
Once Tyr speaks his eyes widen again. " Weitere konkreten Menschen . Wer die Sprache selbst zu sprechen? Tyr , sind Sie Tyr . Ich weiß nicht, wo ich bin , ich bin für die Nacht das ist, was ich zum ersten Mal sah . Der Nekromant verwendet Untoten , einige Knochen einige nicht Knochen. Ich lebe hier , ich weiß nicht viel zu bewegen. Hier Manchmal verirren sie , zerstören ich . "
when you look around there s little refuse, this creature seems to naturally be quite meticulous.
" Est-ce plus approprié ? "
The voice was harsh and unnaturally, the sounds of metal being stripped somewhat, but understandable. it reacted to the other language seeing it used.
"I actually recognize the language now, at least."
Nacht looks to the being who still speaks in an odd language and thinks. He points at him and speaks what the being reacted to.
" Comprenez vous? "
It pointed to the scythe intrigued and makes slashing and jabbing motions as if testing it's own weapon usage after much time. You notice it strikes are precise as if it were a doctor or something.
" Êtes-vous un guerrier ? "
" Are you a warrior? "
"Uhhhh. 'No parley voo francy'"
Nacht's eyes narrow as the being speaks what he thinks is bad French but not sure what to make of it.
He simply nods replacing his weapon outfit with the Longsword and two Gladius and a Pick. then pointing near the altar
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Jean, rambled on the floor, doesn't really know if the scene before him (littered in stars) is reality or his wretched visions. He sees his party conversing with the insect-man, and thinks he hears bits of French mixed into the muddle...
...Deciding he doesn't want to fall again, with the room still spinning around him in stars, he decides to wait it all out until things go back to normal... He gurgles a bit, unintelligibly.
Nacht points to the being that felt the sensation of his fists and questions the rest of the beings here.
" Je ne ai pas tué , mais je pense que l'on est en train de mourir . Je ne peux pas guérir. Je suppose que vous pouvez guérir ? "
He says inquisitively towards the downed being.
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