Syd whistles a happy tune.
"Can you even read?"
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<Vass sneers at Jon and the unholy fire that now and then flashes behind his eyes blazes for just a moment.> "You WILL regret that, ox. And for the record..." <He hisses.> "You're never going to see your homeland again."
<Still in Cordoba's throat hold, rolls his eyes up toward the Deceiver.> "Ahem. You think you could take a little of the top, too?"
<With an exaggerated yawn.> "You are such a boor, Cordoba." <He clicks his fingers and waves them at Jon theatrically.>
"I too must confess to feeling this urge, anyone else? Shall we vote?"
"Because that's what you'd do, wouldn't you Cordoba?"
"Let me think..." <Short pause.> "... nothing?"
"And come on, Cordoba, this knife at the throat thing is getting old. You know Ryor was an orphan? He grew up on the streets. He thought you guys were his friends, although you sir did give him the creeps. Are you really gonna stick him just to kick me out of one body into another. Do I need to take the oaf just to show you I can?" "You want a show, Cordoba?"
<Cough!> "There are all kinds of goodies in here that I'd love to read, just let me browse like the rest of you and I'll give oaf here his sight back." "If you think there's some kind of slaying arrow on these bookshelves that will solve your demon problem though, you're dead wrong. If these feeble clerics of Aroden had the secret to eliminating me on their shelves don't you think they would have used it?"
"Shut up, Syd. People with brains are working." <A tiny stream of blood blossoms from his skin where Cordoba is holding the dagger.>
"HAHAHAHAHahHAhaHA! Can I help?"
"This is what is going to happen. You are going to cut. I'm going to laugh. Then I'll leave the body. Once I'm satisfied that Ryor is dead I'll take the oaf or the halfbreed. I'm not even going to be sneaky about it. Are you going to cut their throats, too?" "You're problem is that you can't understand a being for which life is something totally different than it is for you. You've never seen something you can't kill with a knife or a fireball. And you've probably spent too much time bowing down for that b!$!@, Pharasma. She has no sway over me. She may have the power liar, but I'm older. I've forgotten more than your god will ever learn." "And I think the only guy who understood this was Bohdan, and where's he? Where's he?" "Cut, Deceiver, cut."
"It will probably ease your guilt over crimes committed in years past to know that getting your throat slit isn't as painful as it looks. Mostly it's just surprising, although you've blown that, haven't you." "So as you contemplate this, rest assured that it will be Ryor who bleeds out on the floor and not me. And if you heal him I'll be stepping right back in." "Also, you should consider that as you have prevented me from picking the books I want in this library, it would right now suit me more to either pry my way into someone else or find another victim out in the desert somewhere." "So I'm willing to let you play this out Cordoba." "Or, you could let me pick the books I want and I'll let Jon see again."
To Jon: "You like the view, oaf?"
Vass pulls out a dagger and starts cleaning his nails.
"You can rip little Ryor to pieces and wouldn't that be fun? Me, I can tear your soul apart."
<Gets up.> "Bullies." <Brushes himself off.>
"I always remember those who cross me," it mutters.
"How dare you, old man. You have no idea who you are fncking with."
Vass grins and tries to push past Cordoba.
"Aye, right enough, 's tough enough." Syd says good-naturedly, deflecting the barb, and adds "I might say we should use yours, Baldy, but sum more screws might come loose." <Vass flicks his tongue at you, Syd. You could swear his eyes shone red for an instant.>
"Hell... pardon the expression... they're the same as the doors that they used for my prison room."
"Here's a thought. You could ram the door with your head, Syd."
"Ahhhh. Mr. Syd. The little coincidences of life.... Like I said earlier. You help me with my book problem and I'll help you with yours." <Takes a deep inward breath. Looks around.> "It's great to be out again!"
"The usual: prayers, bedtimes stories, arcane secrets." <Winks at Aref.> "All we need is Mr. Cordoba here to open the doors." <Gestures at The Deceiver.>
"There's a well by the library doors. What do you say we do some reading, friends?"
"Bravo! That was special. Now let's get ourselves to the library and stop putzing around, shall we?"
Listening to the eerie whispers and seeing the disturbing black tracers that crawl around in everyone's peripheral vision every time Cordoba channels, Vass remarks: "Heh. Divine energy of Pharasma. Creepy, that."
"Very funny. Why don't you try living in a can for centuries and then hop out and start fighting?" Ryor lifts his arm and reaches out toward the creature by the balcony, closing his eyes for a moment. "There, it is blinded. Would you like me to do the half-breed and the oaf, too?""
<Looks at Aref and Cordoba.> "You guys need some help?"
"Nice one."
<Vass sits back and watches while everyone lays into the moving cadaver.>
"Very funny, Sandman."
"I was joking." <Spits on the ground.> "But we could use the oaf's helmet. Someone has to run downstairs and get it though." <Points at Jon.>
"Let's throw a bucket of water in there and see what happens."
"Why must you be so tiresome, Cordoba? Make a breakthrough; forget these fools."
"You go first,if you are as brave as you say." Jon speaks to Ryor the demon coldly. "Size before sensibility, oaf. I'm brave or cowardly as it suits me, and what suits me now is seeing you walk in there and look around. Off with you." <Looks at Syd.> "Or maybe halfbreed would like to go."
"Frightened by the dead, Cordoba?"
"Hey, demon. Let's have a little game of show and tell. Show us what you have taken and tell us why it should remain with you." "My friend Cordoba, you may call me Vass. And while you all do seem quite capable, you ARE rather lacking in your ability to identify your magic items and once I've recovered from my imprisonment I intend to do just that from the... ahem... goodness... <shivers>... of my heart. Now if the item in question has a mind it is much easier for me, as I have shown you already with your sword. But simple trinkets like this <He pulls out the amulet> for those I can't use my inborn talents. I need to regain some of my tricks." <Long pause.> "And by the way, just because I've lost my tricks, don't think I'm weakened."
"That worrying just ages you prematurely, Sandman." <He pockets the amulet.>
<Takes an amulet off the paladin.> "Well, lookee here."
"Ahem. Fine." <Begins searching the paladin.>
"Maybe you could command it to cut your own head off."
The bastard sword becomes sheathed in flame the moment Jon grips its handle. "Keep that thing away from me, ox."
Pulsifer spits on the ground at the demon's feet. <Eyes locked with Ryor, Pulsifer sees a fire flare as if behind his eyes. The creature begins an arcane recitation that both of the party's mages recognize as casting.... but then the demon stops, perhaps thinking better of it, here.> "Slimy. Yes. But that barely touches the true horror. TRUE_HORROR!" <The demon turns and walks to the balcony, looking down on the main chamber.> "This place is a tomb," he mutters, "there's nothing else in here."
"Worried, are ya?" Syd asks faux-innocently. "Keep it up, half breed. Keep it up." Ryor answers threateningly. <Looks around.> "Hey where's the other pigman? You f+~~ers, he snuck off didn't he? Gone to get some help has he?" <Spits.> "Your gods can't save you. Can't you see that these fools locked me up because I couldn't be beaten?" <Looks closely at the paladin on the table.> "Look what happened to this one, he's one of the fools who trapped me I think. Now he's dead and I'm alive. The same thing is going to happen to all of you."
"It's that black sword that I worries me. Intelligent: those things. And... ahem... they may have been looking for me." <Long pause.> "Don't ask. It's a really long story of greed, envy, and vengeance."
"Oh f*#k and worms@!t." <He looks the monster over.> "To hell with the library. I think we need to go."
<Ryor laughs. He speaks very loudly to everyone.> "I have a proposition for you all. We open the library, I need Cordoba's help. In return I'll help you kill Book."
Syd asks curiously of the demon-thing, "So,er, is ol' Baldy still in there, or 'ave you clobbered 'im?" "I'm torturing the little f~&%@$. He's slippery, though. Let's see...." <His eyes start twitching.> "You are chasing a man, a Captain... Book. There are others, waiting for you. You met in the hold." <The creature laughs.> "The fool is giving up. Soon this meat will be mine."
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