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"Hallways both in two directions, and an open secret door. We all know about it, but don't tell anyone else." Brennan grinned at his little joke, then moved to the secret door and listened. Either there was nothing to hear, or his ear was still ringing from thta last blow.
"The doors over there are locked. These are open, but they've been picked recently. My guess is someone snuck in here while we were otherwise occupied. Be ready for trouble." Brennan carefully opened the door and examined the area for traps or signs of passage.
"Here, give me that mace for a minute." Brennan grabbed the mace from Yodi's hand, and set about pulverizing the statue. If this thing was going to come back from the dead, it was going to have to put back a lot of pieces. He then scattered the pieces all over the room. That done, Brennan tossed the mace back to Yodi and set about examining the doors.
Brennan grunted his thanks to Yodi as he focused his strikes on the wounded arm. He grinned as he felt his first blade bite in, then threw his weight into the statue to try and drive the second blade home.
Brennan grinned as he felt the dagger sink in. Perhaps this thing wasn't such an impossible foe for them after all. Then, he saw the thing lift its staff and glare at him. He lashed out at the nearest elbow, hoping that he could deflect the blow he knew was coming at him.
Seeing the creature leaving itself exposed, Brennan ducked under one of its arms and drove the tip of his favorite blade into the creature's armpit.
Brennan moved in quickly, daggers flashing to hold the thing's stave away. Then, with Criadyl ont eh other side, he lashed out with his left hand dagger.
"Yeah, slather those babies up. Every bit helps, you know?" [ooc]Brennan will take one or both oils and prepare his daggers.,[/oo]
"There's only two options, really. We move in and hit hard and fast, or we try and rush past it and close the doors behind us. If that construct really is there to guard that room only, maybe we could get past, but I think we'd take a lot of hurt in the process. I say we just hit it with everything we've got and hope it goes down."
"Well, I'm fully healed now, thanks to Yodi's wand. And yeah, I can use that wand, though maybe with a little work."
FYI - Brennan will be retiring after this book. I don't want to drop in mid-adventure, but I have a lot of things going on, and this game (and a couple of others) are going to be casualties of the war. Happy to keep playing for now, though, if everyone else is.
"Right, then. The rest of you get some sleep so we can get a good start to the day. I'll finish up here." Brennan dragged the solifugid carcass off a ways, then leaned back against the wall where he could look up and down both sides of the avenue and watch for any more nighttime surprises.
"Hate them damn things, and they stink to high heaven. What time is it? Seems like sleeping out here was no better than in there for disturbances."
I will be traveling form Aug 1-14, and my posting will be spotty. I'll post when I can, but if you need to DMPC me to keep the flow going, please don't hesitate.
Brennan looked on in disgust as Ciradyl moved away, but then smiled as he saw what was coming. It didn't matter to him who was distracting the oversized bug, only that he could have a chance to use the first rule of the blade: stick them with the pointy end.
Brennan leaped up, throwing off his blanket and grabbing a pair of knives, all in one smooth motion. He moved quickly, diving behind the solifugid and preparing to strike.
"Nah, I'm not letting you out of your turn at watch. I'm going back to sleep. Wake me when your done, and not a moment earlier." Brennan crawled back under his blanket and was soon back to sleep.
Brennan was usually a light sleeper, and the voices had him waking immediately. As he recognized Omen's tones, and the fact that the man didn't seem too concerned, he slid his readied dagger back under his blanket, then carefully sat up. "What's going on? These guys giving us trouble for sleeping outside that death trap? Not too surprising. They've got a nice setup here, and you don't want vagrants clogging up the alleys and doorways."
Brennan ignored the byplay as he sat on the floor. Why didn't they let him die? He wanted to so badly. Couldn't they see that? Gineen. He hadn't thought about her in years. No, that wasn't right. He hadn't let himself think about her in years. His near-death experience has lowered all of his defenses. No, he couldn't stop thinking about that day when Karsan had decided the punk kid had stalled too long and sent his goons with a message. Now, nearly eight years later, Brennan was still looking for a means to send a message of his own. Perhaps this score would be the one. Slowly he climbed to his feet and nodded at Yodi, then said , "All right, shut it. He said, she said, it don't matter. Either we go back in there and power through that damn statue or we go home. I'm pretty sure that there's nothing else up above. So, do we have a plan, or we calling it quits?"
I am back from Origins. What a great time! ...and on to the next thing! I will be a councilor for Children's Camp Thursday through Monday (6/21-6/25), so don't expect a lot of posting during that time from me.
I will be leaving Wednesday for Origins and will not be home until late Sunday night. If Brennan is still alive by then, feel free to bot me. Otherwise, it was fun playing with you guys.
Brennan flopped like dead weight in Yodi's arms, oblivious to the combat continuing about him. In a few moments, he will simply be dead, and there would be no point to carrying him at all.
Brennan looked over to the soft face only inches from his own, and smiled. Gineen always said she loved that smile, crooked and scarred though it was. He never showed it to anyone but her. She leaned in and gently kissed him. "Are you sure you have to go? I mean, we could just stay here in bed. Surely Karsan can wait another day for his thingie." She was so beautiful, soft and warm beside him, that Brennan was on the verge of saying screw it, and sending a runner to Karsan calling off the job. Sure, the man had a bad reputation, and Brennan had agreed to do the work, but surely... Gineen crawled on top of him, straddling his torso and teasing him with her long, long hair. He was definitely going to call off the job. Then, a torrent of blood fountained down on him as a huge gash appeared in Gineen's throat. She slumped forward, falling on Brennan with the weight of a thousand innocents, and the world went black.
I will be travelling this weekend with my family and do not expect to be able to post at all until Tuesday morning. please bot me as necessary.
Just hit it harder! Brennan followed up on that with another strike at the thing's injured joint.
Brennan took advantage of the statue's attention being on nearer threats and rolled under the waving spear. His right hand blade came forward even as he did, aimed at the joint between leg and hip. In a living creature, that strike might cripple them, or at the very least disable that limb for a time. With this statue, who knew? but they were about to find out!
"Yodi, draw it out into the room. I don't think my daggers are going to do much to clay unless I can find weak point."
Brennan stood firmly against the gate, not allowing it to swing closed again.
"That isn't good." Brennan grabbed his lockpicks again and set to work on the gate lock once more, hoping to get the thing open before something bad happened to Yodi.
Disgusted with the way the lock was being stubborn, Brennan grabbed a dropper of oil and added it to the lock, switched to a different rake and tried again.
When that didn't work, he added a bit of acid to the mix. One more try and then he was just going to have the others beat the gate down.
"Well, let's see if they jimmied this one."
Brennan moves in with Yodi, carefully studying the tiles and surrounding area.
I apologize for the complete silence. I have either had no internet, or no chance to log in for the last week and a half. Back to normal posting now (hopefully).
"Downwards it is, I suppose." Brennan checked the stairs for traps first, then the door at the bottom before motioning for Yodi to open it.
"One of these days I'm going to have to figure out what these picture words mean. Anyone have a clue? If not, I'm going to assume it's something along the lines either of "Abandon hope all ye who enter" or "I prepared exploding runes today". Omen, which is it?" Brennan did not enter the room yet, waiting on the word from his annoyance, and looking around for signs of more traps.
Frowning at the others right behind him, Brennan muttered something about not having room to scratch, and peered into the hallway, carefully checking for traps before he moved forward.
"Get over here, you lot! Someone's been here before us. This lock's been picked recently, then re-locked. Not sure how they got past the walking dead back there, but I'd say we're likely catching up to them." Brennan waits until the others are ready, then plies his trade.
Brennan looked at the books and scrolls, his only interest in how much they might be worth. In his mind, he tallied up the numbers, then went back to the unopened door, looking around it to see if there might be any reason not to go through it. "Hey, I know the books are interesting, but I can't read them right now. What I can do is open the door, if anyone is interested."
"Right, then. Let's head right." Brennan points to the eastern door and waits for someone else to open it.
Brennan moved into the room and began examining the two doors on the far side.
Brennan looked around the alcove with the bench, then moved to check the doorway. As soon as he was sure it was clear, he motioned for someone to open it and go through.
So, I found out last week that I am heading to California on Tuesday (2/5) for a 3-day trip. If history tells me anything, it is that I may be AFK for that time. Please GMPC as needed.
Brennan followed Yodi, then moved on to the west, looking into the alcove hidden there. Knife at the ready, he cautiously peered around the wall.
Brennan smiled as the form fell, then turned and scanned the room. Satisfied that nothing else was about to jump out at them, he slid his knives back into their sheathes. Then, he spent a few moments searching the bodies and surrounding area for interesting or valuable things.
Just want to let everyone know that I am traveling next week for a MAJOR test/evaluation event for a software product my company develops. In the leadup to that, I am going to be really busy at work, and at home, prepping for the week-long trip. I may not be able to post reliably until after I am back.
Good luck with the surgery. Amazing how easy that procedure is these days.
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