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Finding out that the dead are evil cultists puts an end to any wish from TC to bury them. ”Worshipping demons is stupid. Everyone knows they fight and betray each other for power, but they’re going to share it with some humans because they chanted some stuff and put on a special robe? Very dumb.”
”Perhaps these two knights fell down here as we did and fought the creature, breathing in the toxic spores in the process. They slew the beast, but then expired themselves. That’s sad.”
TC seems nonplussed by the grim topic as they walk along. ”I met a very nice man on the street just before the demons attacked. He sold meat tubes from a cart that smelled very nice, though I did not try one. He called them sausages. Have you ever had one?”
”I’m looking for my friend. We got separated and I couldn’t find him and I got tired of waiting for him to come home so I left and started looking. His name is Mordithas; he’s an elf. I don’t think he’s down here.”
TC happily recounts all the dangers they’ve faced so far in a carefree and blasé voice, like they were nothing.
”We’re already doomed, so we might as well help. I’ll move it,” the little leshy declares. TC steps forward, holding his branches out in front of him, and suddenly, a constant stream of fist-sized chunks of rock begin flying out of the debris field.
”I like up. I think up is a very good plan.”
I’ve played with Rorek and he’s good people. I have no objections at all.
Sure. Another recruit is fine with me.
”Bye!” TC waves as they head out of the cave and onwards.
TC nods and shakes his head. ”We are honourable crusader types, but we didn’t come here to clean out the undercity: we fell down here from above and are trying to get back so we can fight the demons. Do you want to come fight demons too?”
”I am Tart Cranberry, but people call me TC. Say,” realization dawns on him and turns to Tessa, ”People could call you TC, too. That might get confusing.” TC turns back to the green-eyes dwarf and waits.
With nothing else to do here, TC will be happy to move along.
”Hold still, Tessa,” TC says and lines up another shot.
”Like this?” TC asks, then proceeds to nail one of them with another rock.
”Octopuses aren’t supposed to live in caves, unless they’re sea caves. This isn’t a sea cave, so I don’t think those are octopuses.” TC gathers power and lifts a rock, ready to fling it if nobody stops him.
Well, that was helpful.
TC checks each statue to see if they made one of his druid master, but presuming not, is eager to find the next passage onwards.
”We’ve made it this far okay. I’m sure we’ll be fine. These caves can’t go on forever.” ”Can they?” TC asks a moment later with much less confidence in his voice.
Long passageways sound good. TC is a bit lethargic as the group moves out, and his leaves seem a little paler than the day before.
TC, anxiously watching Regnis, is relieved when the strange not dead man opens his eyes. ”We beat the bone priest and rested in his shrine. Are you ready to continue?”
Yes, resting in the chapel.
”I’ll bring in the others,” TC says. He gathers up the old bones of the undead, carries them out, tosses them aside as he says, ”No more monsters in here. We’re setting up camp.” Realizing he’s still holding the undead’s robe, he holds it out and says, ”Anybody need a new robe? Well, not so new.”
TC rushed over to their fallen comrade, and is relieved to see him still breathing. ”Tessa, can you make the glowy circle of healing light come again?”
TC finds a small stone tablet still bearing writing in glory to Torag, lying beneath a stone bench. He picks it up and hurls it with his mind, striking true and hard.
TC spots a bit of rubble in one corner and has it whip through the air at the creature. It seems that he’s missing the sun too much and is feeling drained.
If you have notifications on, that’s the big thing. We don’t actually chat there much, we just use it to say, “Combat post up. Tessi’s turn next”
We also have a Discord group, if you use that: https://discord.gg/vjjM4eQy We use it mainly to say that we’ve posted a combat post and whose turn is next.
We are using them.
TC flings some more random debris at the creature, but again misses badly. "Come get me, you very stupid dead person thing," he calls out, then backs up to draw the creature away from Regnis.
Slayer/Telekineticist here.
A handful of dust rises up and slams into the undead creature.
Being dust, it does absolutely nothing.
TC follows close behind.
Once his waterskin is empty, TC fills it up with holy water from the fountain bowl. ”Shall we look inside? There may be supplies which would be of use to us.”
”I have four water skins. I could drink one and we could put the holy water in one. You were so clever to think of that.”
TC steps forward between the two townspeople. ”Please Horgus, Anevia. Let us not quarrel. Of course we won’t leave anybody behind and of course we will all reach safety. The fact that we found that camp and this old shrine mean that we didn’t really fall that far and that there must be access to the surface. Please let’s not let old grievances do the demons’ work for them.”
TC reaches out towards the doors, but doesn’t have enough mental dexterity yet to operate the doors from a distance.
TC takes a step back from the fly and lets another rock fly, smacking the fly in the head.
Tart delays until after Regnis, then lets fly with his rock.
TC points at the fly and motions everyone to be quiet as they move forwards.
If they can all get within ranged weapon range, they can hit it simultaneously before it even notices them.
”Danger?” TC asks, presuming Regnis reports the findings, ”It could be a demon that fell down from above. We three should investigate, while you three remain here. If we die horribly in there, you should take the other path and try to get to the surface that way.”
”Could a whole building have fallen down here? We should have a closer look.”
TC nods. ”You are correct, Anevia. While it is likely my appointment with Mistress Hermea the herbalist has likely been cancelled due to the demon invasion, and as such I have no immediate personal engagements, we shouldn’t linger down here anymore than we have to.”
TC heads to the far exit of this area, looking ahead to the next.
Swords and shields don’t interest TC at all, so he keeps an eye out for trouble while the others distribute the equipment. ”Regnis, you are suggesting we decapitate these dead people in case they were infected with undeadness? Is that really likely, given how quickly everything happened up there?”
TC helps by carefully floating rubble off the bodies. The little guy doesn’t seem to be getting tired, despite the mental effort. ”It seems that the demons enjoy their pollination activities, too. But we’ll make them pay for it, too, won’t we?”
”There are more bodies from above. It looks like the demons were at them first. It’s not pretty.”
”Dogs are good, but I am well, Aerianna. So far, these caves have not been too dangerous. Hopefully we will be out of them soon. It appears that the tunnel branches left and right. That tunnel heads towards where that smaller tunnel earlier would lead, so I suggest we head to the left and keep climbing up.”
TC studies the centipede, then floats a piece of rubble then flings it at the creature.
”Agreed, Regnis. This is a very good sign. It means there is surface access to these caves, or at least that there once was, so could be again.”
TC will carefully approach the equipment, to see if anything can be salvaged.
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