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Martin looks back at Justin as he sends Memnon to try and recover the carboy. “Justin. I know what you are after. Think on it for a moment. I know that that creature is an abberation and evil. I had no qualms in ending its misery. However …” He looks at the purple skull peering from the doorway “That ichor was wrested from it unwillingly under conditions that qualify as torture. I will say no more, you do as you see fit” He turns his back and walks off
A sickening crunch sound issues from within the cell, like someone stepping on a Hive cockroach, and a low groan. Martin emerges from the cell, wiping Trueheart clean “That was unpleasant. Let us hope there is few of those situations left”
Martin nods to Justin, grimacing "I will take care of this" He walks into the room, Trueheart drawn
Martin shrugs, cleaning Trueheart with a cloth "Maybe there aren't all that many of them? This is a fairly out-of-the-way place. I can't imagine they'd have a bunch of vampires cooling their heels here. It's probably a redoubt of sorts, a hidden fortress."
The abberant snarls and points at Martin again “Bark for me, you sonnuvab!tch”
Again, nothing happens. Martin lays into his foe
Martin’s strokes cut deep. However, the warty troll skin begins knitting almost immediately
Martin steps out beside Alessia. He has forgone stealth due to his excessive clanking. He raises True Heart and the sword glows with a golden aura
“Urk. Anyone get the license plaque on that wagon that hit me?”
Martin looks the writing over “It’s archaic, but it is basically extolling Klathtu, Ice King of Yevgorod. At least I think that’s what it says. It might be Blathtu, the Kla rune snd the Bla rune are quite similar “
Martin’s wounds fade somewhat, and he seems to breathe easier as a rib knits back into place under his skin “My thanks”
Martin advances to meet the foe, walking cautiously he gets to about 20 feet away
Martin takes out a baton from his haversack and telescopes it to a 10-foot length. He pokes at the snow beyond the ice ledge. The pole sinks in to its entire length “I thought as much. This snow is very deep. We need to be careful. It is extremely fine, I would hazard one could sink in a great distance before stopping, and there is no way to plumb its depth”
Martin raises Trueheart high, illuminating the grey twilight scene “Did your benefactor mention a direction to find the next point?”
The metal ladder reaches up to the skylight above. Martin looks at Justin and grimaces “I believe you said something about leaping off the top of the accursed pyramid? That doesn’t sound as bad as it one did “
Martin raises Truehart, and shudders “By Iomedae’s sword, the souls of those people are still tied to their undead mortal shells. What monstrosity is this?”
Martin frowns “I do not feel right leaving a threat at our back. Whatever that is, it is evil. I can feel it”
Martin scans the crowd frowning. His eyes flash briefly with a silvery sheen “I believe I see the creature. By the doors to that large ...whatever it is. Dinner palace? “
Martin frowns at the paper “It’s a slender hope to hang our lives on, but we must have faith “ He straightens and looks at Justin “Lead on. “
Martin frowns "I am not sure that going without a pathway home is very tactical. Though, if these creatures are based in Sigil you could assume they have a way back. But we would be just assuming that. Do you know of any nearby portals on Avalas?"
Martin frowns at the newcomer "Justin, do you know this Renkar?" |
