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Leng has, it seems, exhausted everything he's got.
My wife has decided to have family over in spite of the pandemic, so I'll be away through the weekend.
Leng leaps and lets out a "HEP!" sound as the flaming kusarigama spins in a rapid circle, the fires roaring as it attains speeds that the party hasn't seen before.
Leng sneaks in...
... then starts whirling his flaming kusarigama in anticipation of striking.
Leng shrugs. "Fine with me. If you don't land on the creature the fall might hurt though."
Game dead?
Leng shrugs. "Someone must've left it there. Hasn't all boiled away so it's fairly recent."
Leng slowly and quietly points up once again, as he did before.
"No disagreements," says Leng. "Wherever."
"Everyone still fit enough to continue?" says Leng as he extinguishes his kusari-gama. "We're making good progress, we shouldn't stop now unless we need to."
Leng turns and gives the other monster the full brunt of his attacks.
Leng shakes his head comically to clear the combination of confusion and disorientation from being bopped. Then he sets his whirling, flaming, howling chain back into motion. With his lips pressed grimly together he exhales hard through his nostrils with each whipping attack.
Leng is, of course, still stuck there staring.
"Then it's probably valuable."
"What's it made of? I don't recognize the material."
Leng gives a quiet "Tsst," to get everyone's attention, then looks slowly up toward the rafters.
No argument from me!
"I doubt that the cloistered residents here opened this portal. It is not our way to study sorcery and dark magic such as this. But it is possible. Corrupted monks are... not unknown. Regardless, with this black key we must find the place where this... thing... has entered our world, and destroy it or push it back, and find a way to close this portal," says Leng smoothly. He tucks the key into his robes and adjusts his straw hat, then says, "Shall we continue? Mortality has come and gone here, so it is only right that we come and go, too."
"We walk - walked - the same path," says Leng. "By a Dark Window I presume he means a gateway to a malevolent plane of existence - a way for malefic entities to enter this sanctum."
"Something has been allowed in here, something that should never have been given access," says Leng smoothly. "We must find and destroy it." The monk kneels down and traces a finger in the dusty remains. "Now this burden becomes ours. The wise man walks with his head bowed, humble..." He rubs his fingers together to let the ashy remains fall away. "... like the dust."
Leng bows deeply and extends his covered fist, waits for the elder to fall to dust, then exhales. "It will be so, master," he says quietly as the remains crumble away. "And so we return to dust and the Wheel."
"Artistic objects sometimes," says Leng. "But not like... hoards of gold coins. Gold and silver are sometimes used decoratively, for ritual objects or statues or art pieces."
"Mmm. Another meditation aid."
Leng steps quietly into the chamber and pauses before the kneeling figure of Irori. He moves closer and extends one hand, gently placing it on the statue's head. Then he removes his hat and rubs his own bald head with a sheepish grin. "This is a holy place," he says. "Where one meditates to become more... oneself."
Leng, likewise, rushes into the cloud and through.
Leng nods and moves to the front, his flaming chain unwrapping and spinning around with a low whoosh-ing sound.
Same here, isolated and working from home, waiting for the wife to get back from where she was sheltering at a friend's house for the last couple weeks. (Hopefully neither of us are carrying it.) But my co-workers are not very mindful of work hours and tend to call with questions at all hours of the day, demanding videoconferencing, which means I can be pulled away at any time.
What about the communal version?
I'm all for it! Use some of my cash.
I'm happy with the force shield! I already have the crazy flaming exotic weapon so I'm good. :)
"Well I for one am always happy to drop in on a monastery and share some pointers with the local practitioners," says Leng.
"Well, great," says Leng. "I guess we know where we're going." He casually tosses one end of his weighted chain up over his shoulder and lets it hang there. "At least I can just knock out people who've been suborned by extortion instead of killing them."
That ring of force shield looks mighty tasty.
Leng circles to take advantage of having spitter on the far side of the wraith as the whirling kusarigama makes a roaring noise, flames jumping and sputtering from it.
Leng lets out a sudden shout as he spins and twirls like a dancer, sending his flaming kusarigama whirling and lashing past the wraith.
Leng spins and whirls his flaming chain again, blasting it once more into the aggressive wight.
The speed of Leng's chain suddenly increases and it makes a roaring noise as the flames whip through the air before smashing into the threatening wight.
Leng turns to lash out at the latest arrival, with somewhat more success.
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