"I'M COMIN' ZIMMY BOY!" Poshment shouts and scampers off to relieve his bestie from pain.
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Poshment unleashes a muffled scream as the fireball engulfs him. Unfortunately for his skin, he spends more time protecting his mask than himself. He radiates holy light to embolden his allies in response!
Faster than lightning, Poshment attaches what appears to be a hefty mish-mash of cloth across his nose and mouth. A muffled shout of is all that manages to escape. he beseeches the ceiling. Answering his prayer, everyone feels a little more... fervor.
The once widely dispersed Poshment-cloud immediately begins to concentrate behind Wencit's sturdy back. A tendril of Poshment-atoms occasionally reaches forward as if to compel the Dwarf towards Rhaym.
Taking advantage of his atomized body, Poshment does his best to mildly inconvenience his allies as they work!
A hollow giggling can be heard emanating from the Posh-cloud. "I'm up your nose! Heheee!" As quickly as it can, the cloud starts to pour into the gap of the door.
"Atomize? Count me in!" Poshment exclaims cheerfully, doing his best to play off the fact that he has no idea what the word even means.
"OK!" Poshment cheers before happily tottering along to the Southern cell, oblivious to the swarming insects.
"I'm with Zimmy-boy, I'd rather not wrassle some worms if we don't have to... We've a nutty basement-wizard to trounce instead!" Poshment adds.
"Oh! An examination! Why didn't you just say that, Ol' Yellow-Eye?" Poshment asks, throwing his hands in the air and wandering off down the hallway.
"Vivid section? The heck is that?" Poshment asks the Good Doctor, prodding his elbow for attention.
"RELEASE YOUR OPPRESSOR!" Poshment shouts confusingly. Golden springs spiral from the Riot Suppressor Bot and press against the ooze.
"Milani HOOOOOOO!" Poshment yells, raising his tiny fist into the air.
"Zyphus? Guess those pictures make sense... All accidents! Or 'accidents,' who's to say?! I think we oughta leave this sorta thing well alone so we don't give the God a reason to attend to us, yeah?" Poshment suggests.
"There are also bones piled in the corner... yuck. We should be on our guard in case they start moving on their own!" Poshment warns.
"Nice work, chums! Now let's see if anything shines real nice!" Poshment suggests, looking around.
"These new guys are just no fun..." Poshment pouts, arms crossed.
"What if I shoot the bow while on your shoulders? Wouldn't that be fun?! We'd be so tall!" Poshment suggests.
"Um, be taller?" Poshment suggests to the Dwarven archer. "Oh! Oh! Open your eyes!"
"Beardy, stop shooting the walls and shoot the smoke!" Poshment suggests before hustling into the next room.
"Come on, don't make me charge in there!" Poshment warns. "Cause I'll totally do it..."
"NOOOOOPE! NOPE, NOPE, NOPE, NOOOOPE!" Poshment shouts as he heads out of the room. "Milani will lend a helping hand to all who choose to defend me! Now hop to it, please!"
Poshment turns the handle and pushes the door in just enough to disengage the latch. Bracing himself, he kicks the door open the rest of the way.
"Guys, guys, guys, haven't we heard that handbag-in-a-storm noise before? What was that all about again?" Poshment asks Zimdoz and Aldur.
"Tatty-bye now!" Poshment says while waving his hat and slipping back out through the door. "That was a close one! If I was on my own, I'd have totally let that thing out! And died!"
"As much as it pains me to see any creature shackled, I think anything with a name so close to 'Demon' ought to be kept from running amok... Perhaps the lesser Evil here, Milani forgive me, is to leave it bound to the confines of the circle?" Poshment suggests.
"Like somebody left him in the sun for a century or two! HA! Shoulda brought a parasol, what a dummy!" Poshment jests.
Poshment shrugs and pops the magical door open. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained!"
Poshment points at the desk. "Ok, this is where someone has to show everyone else how much smarter they are than the rest!" He claps his hands with joy.
"Oh, oh, oh, dibs on going fourth!" Poshment claims, pushing and shoving his way into position. "CONGA!" he shouts, waving one arm in the air and putting a little hand as high up on the person in front of him as possible.
"Well why don't we put our combined might to the test? We've got a stick that'll open the door to the basement and if we're lucky, we'll find some sort of creepy wizard to pummel, yay!" Poshment cheers, waving the horacalcum rod in the air.
The Gnome tips his own tophat back at the Doctor. "Mr. Athena, aren't doctors supposed to heal people? If I wanted an executioner, I'd just tell Ol' Grezzag here I was a robot! Which I'm not!" Poshment clarifies. "I think I got your first headcase here, buster! This guy thinks the sky is falling!" He pokes Narek in the leg dubiously. "Zimmy-boy is only being shy because he needs to mix up more of that boomy-stuff he shoots. Trust me, all an act! I've seen the way he messes things up real good! Alldur's the real deal too, he wiggles his fingers and the robots dance all funny!"
"AAAAAYE AAAAYE AAAAAAAAAAYE, welcome to our tower!" Poshment says, shaking everyone's hand. "Please don't touch anything, a lot of it is... delicate." "Anyways... are any of you a robot?" He shuffles between Grezzag and the other group.
Poshment leaps onto the scrap heap with index and pinky fingers raised. "METAAAAAL!" he screams. "Alright, let's show that basement-dwelling wizard what-fore!"
"Uh, how attached are we to our pile of suppressive metal?" Poshment asks the others with uncertainty. "We thinking 'blaze of glory' or 'live to fight another day'?"
"Don't hate me Grezzag!" Poshment pleads as he tries to heal the battered Riot Suppressor.
Poshment pops off a channel in an effort to heal the bot, but only manages to wind up his allies!
Poshment tries to push the Riot Suppressor Bot into the room. "If you're lucky, Grezzag won't forget who you're working for!" he says to the thing. Or, more accurately, to it's shin-equivalent.
"Uhhhhhh..." Poshment gawks. "No, no aid for the Master Xoud!" He gives his allies a wide-eyed look that reads Blasty-blasty nowy-nowy pleasey-pleasey!
"Eeek, now that's a creepy thought. Imagine if we all had the same mind!" Poshment shakes his head in disgust. Why would I stay so stylish and fashionable if I didn't have others to be more stylisher and fashionabler than? It'd be madness I say, MADNESS!
"Yeah! But like, the remains of a madhouse. Half the stuff is broken, busted, or gone nutty!" Poshment responds with a shiver. "Zimmy and... Alldur, I'm sorry, your name just hasn't lent istelf to a nickname just yet. Nothing personal though, eh? Where was- Oh yeah! Unless something is in there that you want to take a closer look at, I say we keep this wagon moving!"
"I don't like to wish death upon people, but are blood-sucking mists even people? Good riddance, I say!" Poshment says cheerfully. "What sicko wants to study them though? Yikes..." Shaking his head, he gently nudges Grezzag to head over to the next door.
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