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Kalkamedes wanders through the battlefield and nearly steps on Stinky's tail as he approaches the second circle.
Oblivious to the turmoil around him, Kalkamedes slowly walks through the battle zone.
Kalkamedes stops suddenly and the rope passes by him. Then Kalkamedes continues forward unimpeded.
As the team (or just Kala) moves in to restrain him from his goal...
Kalkamedes continues to try to move toward the demon's leering visage and the bottomless well.
Meanwhile, using the slack in the rope, Kalkamedes mounts the strange, polished, black dais, and
Kala gets too close to Kalkamedes and the sleeper swings his head forward and delivers a vicious headbutt to the bridge of her nose. "Zzzz.... Zzzz.... **SNORT!**"
While Angela's aid helps it is not enough to hold the somnambulist back from the end of the hall and the greater part of the groups crashes through their line of forward scouts. Leading the charge now Kalkamedes issues the group's sonorous battle cry as he pivots to walk down the stairs. "Zzzz.... Zzzz.... **SNORT** Zzzz...."
Kalkamedes of course remains oblivious to it all and keeps walking.
Kalkamedes swings pendulum-like at the end of his rope. Zzzz.... Zzzz.... Zzzz.... Almaas hear that growling noise again.
Kalkamede's walks straight through the melee.
While shouts, black powder explosions, and steel clamor about him, Kalkamedes trudges forward, unheedingly, into the melee.
Over the course of another two hours, the rough, mountainous scrubland gradually flattens and gives way to thicker copses of trees sustained by a series of chilly, narrow streams. Kalkamedes’s trail meanders northward.
Kalkamedes unknowingly avoids another tackle by Kala, and staggers on through the foliage, snoring noisily.
Kalkamededs falls hard amid some scree, gets back to his feet, and stumbles forward.
If anyone is taking anything of Kalkamedes' (besides the bracers that Sleeping Sword is now wearing) discuss it here.
Not waiting around, Kalkamedes opens the door and strides outside without looking back, or even opening his eyes. He stumbles into a row of shrubs and forces his way through and down a into a thickly forested vale on the other side . He crashes though foliage down a shallow embankment and right into a tree trunk without even slowing. He nearly topples from the impact and staggers for a moment. Then purposefully he reorients, moves around the tree, and shambles off again.
Kalkamedes rises from the bed. Whatever clothes were laid upon him fall to the floor. He walks to the door trailing his rope and snoring. Zzzz.... Zzzz.... Zzzz....
Zzzz.... Zzzz.... Zzzz.... |
