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Wellstone ponders Genny Two-Tails' words. He can see little to be gained from dispatching the rat-thing in cold blood. You must swear to us that you will no longer raise arms — or books — against us, he says. With that sinecure, I think we may have an accord.
Wellstone nods sagely at Zadok's suggestion. Indeed! I should like to indulge myself in these pages, he says.
You beg for mercy and then insult us? Wellstone asks, his eyebrows arched. Perhaps I should not have stayed Johari's hand.
We should accept, the good Doctor responds. After all, we've no need to dissect another when we have one that Johari has already done for us. To the rat-thing, he asks, Why were you trying to kill us? We offered parlay when we arrived, yet you descended like locusts upon us.
Wellstone takes a moment to reload his pistol , then lets it fly at Blue.
The report is loud, but the bullet sails well wide of its target. Confusticate and bebother!
Wellstone finishes climbing the ladder and pulls himself atop the catwalk. he then readies an action...
readied action: If the swarm of rats moves into his square, he will leap off the edge back into the room and away from the swarm.
Kill,[b] Wellstone replies, [b]unless the rest lay down their arms. But mind that the blood doesn't stain the tomes...
Wellstone takes a pot shot at Green...
...then gets away from the swarming rats, while at the same time fearful of what they might do to the vast knowledge in this library.
See here! Wellstone scolds. That's no way to treat such a librium! There could be valuable information therein! Wellstone steps to the side taking aim with his pistol and firing at Green (I presume that's the one that threw the book)!
It seems we have several ways to venture now, Quant says, taking a moment to sketch a map on the wall. The room with those disgusting bubbles here had a hallway that went north. We should investigate. We could also sally forth outside, though I am loath to do so until we have secured the edifice. And then there's this pair of ominous portals here, he concludes, tapping the spot on the map with the double doors next to them. What say you all?
Perhaps someone got tired of a meeting that went on too long, Wellstone quips with a wry smile. He moves over to the nearest masked body to take a closer look.
Wellstone moves over, sword cane in hand, and takes a stab at the nightgaunt.
My word! Wellstone exclaims, seemingly more interested than horrified at his companion's collapse. He takes a step back , takes careful aim , and fires his pistol !
He then drops the pistol and draws his sword cane !
Wellstone is uncharacteristically silent as he watches Zadok administer the potions to Johari. He absently pulls out a quill and some parchment and scribbles a quick note, then puts both away.
Wellstone moves in, drawing his pistol along the way. He uses his deadeye deed — without pondering how he learned it — and takes a shot against the boilborn's touch AC.
Reasoning that someone locking the door might take other precautions to keep the curious away, Wellstone investigates carefully.
If he thinks it clear, he will try to unlock the door.
Hmm! Wellstone says, brightening. I had thought to offer the notion of using blankets as a way to trap these...well, whatever they are. But the thought of eradication is a much more agreeable one! I shall ponder this. Deeply.
Let us away! Wellstone cries. He readies an action to step through the door and shut it once all of his friends are through it.
Wellstone double moves back to the door. Let us away! Leave these things to the darkness and mist itself!
Wellstone starts at the arrival of the swarm of...things. My word! he says. And yet fascinating at the same time... Move action to draw pistol, standard to fire.
Wellstone (and Delhindon) follow the group into the misty courtyard.
As is Wellstone.
What a delightful place to sip a brandy and have a pipe, Wellstone exclaims, then pauses as he realizes he's not sure how he recalls doing those things. In an effort to suppress the maddening loss of memory, he turns to the stuffed specimens. A bit garish, perhaps. His voice trails off as his eyes come to rest on the impaled body.
Wellstone follows suit.
Wellstone motions the rest up near the objectivist.
Fascinating, Wellstone notes. Perhaps afflicted by some sadness that we cannot begin to fathom. Because even the WALLS have ears... I have heard that one should refrain from telling secrets in a garden, for the corn has ears, the potatoes eyes, and the beanstalk! With a hearty laugh, the good Doctor follows his friends into the room.
Wellstone nudges Zadok. Try that thing you do, he suggests.
The good Doctor takes a closer look at the eye...
Before leaving, Wellstone will look to see if there's a way to hang a cloak over the eye on the wall. It's disquieting. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As Zadok reaches through the all of bars trying to access the file cabinet, Wellstone holds his hand up — which the mentalist appears to ignore — and sets to the lock on the bars with a bemused smirk on his face.
Wellstone tries to help Zadok.
Wellstone's experiences in life do not lend themselves to honeyed words or curatives, but he knows a thing or two about preserving foodstuffs and using chemistry to enhance flavor. He makes his way to the fire pits, applying his knowledge.
Wellstone listens carefully as York, and then Winter, speaks. After a moment or two in thought, he replies, I believe my companions to be quite sound of mind, he says, taking the time to introduce them to the Pharasmite, save for the stubborn holes in our respective memories. I, too, would know more of why we are here and from whence these doppelgangers have arisen. You have my services at your disposal, madam.
Wellstone attacks!
The good Doctor takes a circuitous route to his quarry, sword cane in hand to administer punishment as needed. Have at you!
Wellstone moves on Blue!
Ho there! the good Doctor calls out, maneuvering for a strike with his sword cane.
Wellstone moves in, his sword cane at the ready, taking a stab at Red!
Wellstone nods in approval of the find. Well done, well done.
Wellstone draws the blade from the cane and attacks!
Assuming the GM allows it:
Wellstone moves up with some alarm, straddling the bleeding body of Delhindon, his sword cane in his hand as he moves.
Wellstone follows the occultist.
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