WILD FIRE
Bizz commandeers the high cabinet above the refrigerator as his new pad. Not exactly the Ritz but I can work with this.
Bizz amuses himself while you sleep by playing virtual poker online. You awake to find he's managed to lose 200 dollars to someone with the moniker HanDjinn. Don't worry I used some idiot neighbors account. They really should have password protected their wifi.
As you get ready to head out, your phone rings. The caller ID says it's your agency, A-Spire. They might have a job for you.
I have no idea where Mr. Congeniality went, but I'm pretty sure Luck Lad and the Thing were in that top tower. Something serious probably went down if the state of that tower is any indication. I think I saw an opening near the bottom that we might be able to enter that room through.
He points out a jagged tear in the outer walls of the tower.
The tower where Joe and Risen Fate were to explore and find Lord Sinh...is two stories shorter. and it's bottom level appears to be made of something heavy. It is causing the entire flying fortress to lean to one side.
Yea, I'm here. Flyboy got me out but we lost the ninja. Hold on.
A couple seconds later, Bizz steps out of thin air next to you.
Telepathy makes my head hurt if I use it too long. I have no idea how pit lords use it all the time. Ok so can we escape now? We've destroyed a ton of this base of his and I'm sure the tower falling was enough to kill him...
He looks at you with hopeful cowardly little beady eyes.
Bizz staggers back to his feet the color returning to a healthy reddish hue.
Why are there two of you?
The inside of the freezer is noticeably empty of a certain martial artist. All that remains is a single Razor Shuriken attached to the tracker Timeline used.
freezer punt:1d8 ⇒ 6 1-4 = Safe; 5-8 = off the side of the tower.
A few seconds ago in the Tower's first floor...
Hello? Holy Rock and Luck Brat? Mistress said I was supposed to help you...and now I'm talking to myself.
Bizz notices the jury-rigged freezer in the corner.
Interesting, I wonder if this contains anything valuable? Perhaps some frozen lava toads?
As Bizz climbs inside, he slips and the freezer door slams shut on him.
Curses! I'll have to find another way out. But first.... A few muttered incantations latter, a spark of red light flares to life in his palm...revealing Lord Tarwin's ghoul bitten body.
Let's see here. Nope no wallet. Hmmm maybe something in the lining of his pajamas...AHA! Looks like they missed-
Tarwin sits up.
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! Y-y-you're supposed to be...
*CRASH*
The ceiling falls, hitting the freezer at just the right angle to send it flying through the side wall of the tower...
...and into empty air. The freezer tumbles erratically , it's lid crushed shut around it's two passengers.
Bizz concentrates for all he's worth to contact Wild Fire telepathically, Mistress, help! I'm falling in a faulty freezer with a frozen freak! For the love of falafels WHAT DO I DO?!
The tendrils grabbing Bizz release him and he is able to fly back to your shoulder. He flashes you a grin with a mouth too full of teeth. Thank you Mistress. He peers into the larger room. My my, a talking tree that thinks it's a boy? Does Pinocchio here have any idea which way is out?
In response, an entire section of stone wall in the outside corridor recesses into the wall revealing a large flight of stairs. Near the top you can see the fading light of late afternoon.
A final set of images flickers through the background of your mind as the words are spoken.
...Sinh operating on Petra...an ancient tablet...Petra screaming in pain...
The hermetically sealed door on the far side of the room opens as the tendrils clear a path for you. Beyond is a long hallway connecting with the rest of Lord Sinh's complex. The boy's tendrils continue into the hallway and disappear into the conduits and pipes running along the ceiling. It would seem he is connected with most locations in the castle.
A familiar face greets you on the other side, tangled in a mass of tendrils.
About time! Quick get these...these things off me! I've been to Japan, I know what happens next!
Meanwhile, a couple hundred feet below the surface of the flying fortress...
Bizz sees the glint in your eye as he mentions the "immune to fire" part.
He massages his temples in irritation.
Even with that immunity you won't be protected from the immense amounts of quantum radiation this thing gives off! It might take you a bit longer but I think if you focus your fire here where these two reactor shielding plates meet, you should be able to melt through to the manifolds...safely. Well relatively speaking. Just whatever you do, don't set fire to the cooling tanks. Sure it'll take out the engines...and us right along with it!
Make 5 attack checks (taking 5 rounds) to attempt to melt through the Reactor Shielding. Failing the DC by 2 degrees or more means you hit something you shouldn't have and you get caught in the explosion.
Bizz continues to yell over the sound of the engines.
Anything crucial enough to harm the engine is likely surrounded by the rock. You could try melting a hole into the side of the island to reach those but it will take time. The only other way would be to fly into the plasma exhaust and destroy the manifolds from the inside. But that would be suicide. To even have a chance, you'd need to be immune to fire or something.
Bizzniche is clutching both claws to his ears in an attempt to keep his eardrums from bursting.
Perception:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
WHAT?! No, I don't see any TIKI JOINTS! Just a huge furnace that will roast us inside out if we get too close! I can only assume you are trying to BLOW IT UP. How do you expect to get past the REACTOR SHIELDING?!
Bizzniche would normally stay out of messy and dangerous situations such as this. They all too often ended in disaster for his masters/mistresses.
But then there was the gold. Vast gleaming piles of it, freshly freed from Lord Izzak. He was part of the party wasn't he? Didn't he deserve some of the spoils?
Of course he did.
Deftly dodging the first wall of lazers...
Hazard Roll:Dodge:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
...and dives towards the loot pile...
Chase Roll:Acrobatics:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
...and manages to bury himself in the nearest pile of loot. Deftly scribing a minor rune of storing in the air he shoves several coins and gems into his personal extradimensional vault of goodies.
Bonus Roll:Expertise (Dark Magic):1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
It smells like people but not nearly as nice smelling as you. He takes a much more delicate sniff. One person...over there. He points to the far end of the prison cell.
Now that Bizzniche has pointed it out, you are able to detect a faint heat signature coming from inside the cell.
Bizzniche takes a deep whiff of the dank air. It sure smells like Castle Sinh although it looks a little worse for the wear.
I can lead you directly to Sinh's labratory assuming he hasn't moved it in the what...20? earth years that I've been gone. We are in the East Dungeon. Just a right, right, left, up, jump, right to get to his lab. or was that two lefts a jump and a dash?
Bizzniche rotates his head 270 degrees to fully take in the room. Exorcist styleSomething's not right in this room, do you smell that?
Bizzniche furrows his brow. I cannot willingly leave Hell unless a mortal wills me there. You have to sign the contract or I will be stuck here until the next time someone is stupid enough to come raid the 7th layer of Hell.
Noticing the Legion Devil, Bizzniche casts a spell. A blue-ish faerie fire appears around the Legion Devil making him an easy target.
You all get to go before the Devil in the surprise round and thanks to Bizzniche, you each get a +2 to attack rolls made against the Legion devil.
Familiar Contract:
I, Bizzniche, hereafter referred to as the familiar, do pledge my loyalty and service to the undersigned up to and including all present powers and abilities including but not limited to knowledge of the Arcane.
The familiar shall obey the undersigned, hereafter referred to as the Master, to the best of the familiar's current ability up to and including it's death, destruction, or dismissal (whether by breach of contract or by release from duty by the Master).
The Master shall provide the familiar lodgings and sustenance appropriate to it's tasks.
I, XXXXX, do declare myself Master of this Familiar and do bind myself to it, in sickness and health, til breach of contract do us part.
That's the beauty of it! You can't! That's why there's a contract.
The devilish imp flourishes his hand and a glowing gilded contract appears in his claws.
The contract is traditionally signed in blood but if you're squeamish I think I had a pen around here somewheres... He begins to pat himself down as if searching his pockets.
A low rumbling can be felt through the walls, slowly growing in pitch and frequency.
Witch, warlock, sorcerer, I'm a boon to any that dabble in Magik. I'll also give you a discount on immortality. It'll only cost you your soul....
Seeing your reaction he puts his hands up defensively, I was KIDDING! Sheesh can't you mortals take a little joke? I haven't been "upstairs" for a millennium or two. I could really do with a breathe of fresh air. So whaddaya say?
For some reason I know hear Robin Williams voice in my head whenever I'm posting as Bizzniche.
Well it just so happens that Sinh had a nasty habit of not feeding me. And I reeeeallly like magma toads. So I left his service to come here.
He takes flight and lands on Wild Fire's shoulder. He takes a long sniff. You smell nice! Is that charcoal I smell?
Turning to Timeline, Oh, you mean that Sarticus portal he was always using? Yea it was great for opening tunnels and doorways but not much else. Back in the day, Sinh got touchy anytime I mentioned it. Guess he finally worked out the bugs? I mean if it's how you are supposed to escape?
We are in the bottom of Castle Abastion, even Izzak would need a minute or two to search every nook and cranny.
An frightenening bellow can be heard in the distance...
Bizzniche begins to sniff the air with his oversized sniffer and then pounces on something behind the barrel. A brief jet of flame being released can be heard from behind the barrels.
Gotcha!
You hear a crunch and a few seconds later, Bizzniche walks out from behind the barrel picking his teeth with a toothpick, a satisfied look on his face.
Magma Toads. I'm not allowed to eat anything inside the crates but one of them has a hole in it. Occasionally one of the frogs finds it's way out and... He hands mimic a bear trap snapping shut.
They are Dee-licious! Sorry what were we talking about?
The imp stands on it's tiptoes and strains to look as tall as possible. I am the Great and Mighty Bizzniche, Master of the Lord Izzak's Food Stores. Self-proclaimed, as the Demonlord has no time for frivolous niceties such as food.
Now it's your turn, who are you, what are you doing rooting around in MY food cellar, and why are you talking about my former master, Lord Sinh?
