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"I don't particularly care for assassins. Too sneaky for the likes of myself. However, they do seem to carry the best in fine magic items..."
"I concur."
Shaking her head, Kora carries in a mug filled with dark, scalding liquid and wraps Seann’s fingers around the edges. It might be coffee, but it’s black as Vanthus’ soul, thick as tar, and smells as if there might be a dead rat surprise at the bottom. Seann smiles, accepting the mug. "Go mbeannaí Dia duit, leannán." He downs the entire mug in one gulp. "Good brew, luv. What's in it?"
"Anders... Anders... Now why does than name sound familiar?" Though there are no outward signs, it is becoming quite apparent that Seann has gotten drunk off his nut while Eldin and Terin have been gone.
"Quite possible."
"Damn. Verily, I seem to be out of my special brew." Seann gazes morosely at his empty flask.
Once the others catch up, how long do you think you may need to rest before setting off after him? "Not long, m'Lady. I don't believe any of us are badly injured, and I only need to recover my spells. Though, some of my incantations have been just... well... Never mind. It won't be long, hopefully, until our compatriots return."
"Um no, didn't catch the name. Besides, that was part of the deal, she gives us Vanthus, we don't bug her." "As I recall, she did mention her name, actually. The Lady Rowyn, eldest daughter of House Kilawni."
"Well, aside from scars, bruises and bite wounds... I actually don't know."
"No idea, mate. And this, my friend, is no ordinary rotgut. It's an old Olman recipe, requiring the essential chemicals to be enchanted with spells of a specific nature. You really need to mix it with the junglefolk's kaf to get the full effect, but tea will do in a pinch." Seann downs the noxious brew in one swift gulp, showing no discomfort at either the scalding tea or toxic chemicals. He offers Tyndal the rest of the vial. "To our continuing survival. And make sure I get the bottle back. It was quite expensive."
Following introductions, Kora covers three chairs with white linen covers for the trio, and Lavinia thanks you again for your service, and requests an update on your progress, letting you know you may speak freely, Lord Lidu being a staunch ally of the family. The late middle-aged man in wizard’s robes offers you a silent smile, then leans back and resumes sipping a strong smelling, bitter tea. As you begin, Kora offers you more of the same. Seann sits nervously in one of the chairs, his large frame appearing almost comical when compared to the small size of the furniture. He nods at Lord Lidu's smile, still appearing a bit shellshocked from the past few days, but noticeably warms up after the offer of tea. Daintily taking the cup and saucer in one of his mitt-like hands, he pulls a vial of a clear, pungent liquid from his kit bag. After adding most of the liquid to his tea (creating an odor not unlike that of turpentine or mineral spirits), he raises the teacup in a toast. "Slainte. You have to add just the right amount o' wood alcohol. Improves the taste, you see."
Seann rubs the bridge of his nose, then pulls a hip flask from his belt pouch and takes a long draw. "Bloody wierd..."
Sorry we busted up the place, but then again, it just means you need better locks." "Sounds like a plan."
What's on your mind, Seann, we been through hell together and I respect your words. "This doesn't seem right. There's something going on that we don't know about."
Seann looks intently at Terin, unsure whether to voice his own opinion. He remembers what happened after the last time he did that...
Seann's eyes dart back and forth between his companions and the Lady Rowyn. "Uh, eh, hmmm..."
“We need to act fast,” says Eldin. “Anyone hurt? Alright, Terin, Marius, which way to the boss lady, or a defensible position bar that. Or do we keep making our stand here?” "I'm not hurt, but I've no spells left. At least, I don't think I have any spells left..." Seann trails off, then starts again. "We'd best keep moving, mo charad. Cut off the snake's head and all that, eh?" He attempts to appear unconcerned, but doesn't quite make it.
Seann hurls his spear at the nearest rogue. The missile flies true, trailing a ghostly green luminescence.
Seann is decidedly not happy about the situation. "This'd better work. My last one." He mutters something under his breath, and the point of his spear lengthens, transforming into a glassy, green material. Taking aim, he raises the weapon to his shoulder, ready to let fly.
"Bloody hell!" Seann whips around with his spear, but in his frenzy, misses by a mile.
"GAAAH! Hey, I'm not stopping you!"
Seann is panicking. "What the HELL ARE YOU DOING?! Are you TRYING to get us ALL KILLED!?" As his agitation builds, a halo of green begins to surround him, and his eyes flash golden.
“Not at all,” Eldin inclines his head, keeping a wary eye on the old man. He wipes the zombie g~@~ ...
"Hey, I'm not touching him. You calm him down."
"Oh, THAT was just TOO BLOODY MUCH!" Seann is pretty close to one of his famously epic panic attacks.
"Uh, aim for the head in case it's a zombie. Yeah, it's a zombie, so..." Seann takes relatively careful aim, then drives his spear into the zombie's head.
"Yeah, that was completely your fault. And you get on my case for acting like a fool..." Seann sighs, then snaps his fingers. Another whirling green disc materializes at his fingertips, spiraling towards the old man.
"You again. Didn't I shoot you?"
Seann attempts to push past TeAM STyE into closer range. "Aim for the head!"
"Zombie! Bugbear, and it appears to have some sort of additional necromancy imbedded in its flesh! We must be careful!"
Seann takes his usual position slightly behind Tyndal, spear at the ready.
Marius nods, "This won't have been the only guard on the inner sanctum..." "Wonderful. Just bloody wonderful."
Seann notices Tyndal's introduction and decides to do so likewise. "Seann, I am." He gives a small bow, incongrous with his large frame and savage finery.
"Huh. I was under the impression that the dreaded rhagodessa would be much more difficult to kill..." Seann eyes Marius' guild tattoo with interest. "It would be of great interest to me to know how one creates an animated mark such as that. Perhaps some sort of contingency dweomer?"
Seann's confidence has improved a bit since the last few fights. Gripping his spear with both hands, he maneuvers around to the side of the creature and drives his weapon into the arachnid's chitinous body.
Jerking his spear free, Seann racks his brain for any clue as to what he's fighting...
"Damn, damn, damn... If I'd only not wasted my damn missile..." Seann dithers for a moment, then has a flash of insight. Almost instinctually, he rushes towards Tyndal, grasping the back of the fighter's head with one hand. A whirling ring of ethereal, glowing Celestial script surrounds Tyndal, deflecting some of the creature's attacks.
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