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Ten takes another step back, giving himself space to attack with his spear.
As Esmerelda cuts the golem, Ten takes the opportunity to strike.
"This doesn't seem to be working, 33. Let's try something else," Ten comforts 33, as he takes a 5-foot step to the north and draws his longspear.
Ten staggers back from the blow, but 33 helps the alchemist keep his balance. Listening to Darkbane's advice, Ten steps back and then withdraws, stopping just in front of Caulder. "We might need to rely on that wands some more, after this," Ten remarks, patting his new bruise gingerly.
Ten rocks back on his heels, barely dodging the creature's initial swing. "Pagrip, watch my back!" Ten yells as he changes direction, springing forward while lashing 33 out at the abomination.
"Unless somebody has a better idea... Darkbane, get your sword ready." Ten pulls out his crowbar and begins prying the door open.
Ten accepts the healing. "Thanks, Caulder." After Pagrip's brief analysis, Ten glances at the derro, still wrapped up tightly. "So, we're letting him go?"
Ten maintains his hold, but without bending or twisting the derro's limbs out of shape. "Darkbane, Caulder? You two are good at reading out terms of surrender, right? Get him to restore Pagrip's eyes first."
While 33 wraps around most of the derro, Ten uses his other limbs to clumsily re-enact a submission hold he saw in an underground fight once.
"Calm down! Stop struggling!" Ten barks at the derro, "Darkbane, get some rope ready and we'll tie him up."
33's well-timed yank sends the ray off course. "Tighter 33! Don't let him do that again." Ten commands.
"Caulder, Darkbane, watch out for a floating, ghostly hand. I think that this derro has some nasty tricks waiting for us. 33! Get him!"
"Wha-", Ten sits bolt upright, from fast asleep to wide awake, as Reginald dutifully nips at the alchemist. Not bothering to wipe away the drool, Ten rises to his feet and picks up his spear. "Funny; my lecturer used to put me to sleep too."
Ten spits on the floor, illustrating his dislike of wasting explosives. "Reginald, extract 325," Ten commands. The dutiful hedgehog complies, climbing up Ten's face and emptying a small vial into the alchemist's mouth. As Ten grows, he draws his longspear and points it menacingly at the derro. "I had a lecturer that would say the same thing to me. I never listened to him."
"Pagrip, Darkbane, get back!" Ten yells as he forces his way to the north-east corner of the room. Glancing around the corner at the derro, Ten readies one of his explosives. "Let's see you try that again."
"A for abdomen," Ten adds helpfully.
After adding the head to the wheelbarrow, Ten wipes his hand across the front of his clothing as he follows Darkbane. "A bedroom? Maybe our necromancer friend heard us approaching and hid under the bed."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ten grabs one of the saws. "Pagrip, Reginald, you might want to look away. 33, hold the body steady... that's it."
"Shall we try this door?" Ten asks, pointing to the new door.
"I agree with Caulder. We can look through there later. Perhaps we can even ask the necromancer about what might be behind there."
"Yes, Reginald, I also thought Pagrip would go along with my suggestion."
"It might have been an apprentice," Ten responds, while pocketing a few choice reagents, automatically adding: "We might need these later... No, Darkbane, I do not intend to create an army of undead." With pockets full, Ten heads towards the northern tunnel. "Should we follow Pagrip's discovery?"
"I'd guess that this room was used as a laboratory of sorts," Ten mutters to Reginald. After poking around a bit, he declares: "We're just missing some onyx gems and serviceable corpses. If we could find those, we could use this laboratory to build our own zombie army."
Ten steps out from behind the table and swings 33 at the derro, hoping to grab the little blue dwarf by the neck.
Ten raises 33 to his lips indicating that the others should . Reginald, now attached to Ten's neck, raises a paw-analogue and also let's out a small . Ten crouches down, trying to stay low and out of sight as he sneaks around the northern-most table.
Ten thinks for a moment, before answering: "Yes, and no. If i'm not mistaken, necrophidius construction makes use of the same raw materials, but they aren't necessarily undead. Any arcane practitioner could probably put these together, given enough resources and the training to do so. Maybe I should try building one as a friend for Reginald and 33." "Shall we go left?"
Ten follows after Caulder and lashes out with 33:
Ten takes a 5-foot step back and calls to Darkbane and Pagrip: "If the two of you can take a step back too, I'll blow those worms apart." Reginald scampers down Ten's left sleeve before depositing a small glass vial into his master's waiting hand.
"Once more..." Ten widens and lowers his stance, grips Caulder around the waist and...
... moves him out of the way. "Go get them, Pagrip"
Ten, realising Pagrip's plan, also attempts to move Caulder out of the way.
"Too many pies lately, Caulder?" Ten grunts as he tries to heft the cleric out of the way.
"Good boy, 33, I think that's taken care of it."
"We are not going to let this little snake escape from us, right 33?" Ten asks as he steps towards the micro-necrophidius.
Ten, slowly learning to fight with 33, tries to better time his own movements, drawing power from his waist and shoulder as 33 lashes out.
"Acid? Venomous bites? Just like a day in the lab, right Reginald, 33?"
"Now that you mention it, you are looking a bit redder than normal, Pagrip. You too, Caulder. Should I push the wheelbarrow for awhile? Give you some time to catch your breath."
"We have a deal, Steyawey!" Ten declares. "Pagrip, let's go fetch our little blues. We'll be right back, Stey."
"I'll try," Ten replies to the rest of the party. "Steyawey, what do you think of the little blues? If we bring you two blues, would you let us borrow this?" Ten asks, pointing to the half-a-Shaonti. "I think that makes a good trade."
"Don't worry, I won't be eating any of that. That would be very rude of me, as a guest," Ten promises Steyawey, "We just want to have a closer look. Right, Caulder, Darkbane? Just a look."
"A pleasure to meet you, Steyawey," Ten replies politely. Then pointing to the mangled torso: "Oh! Those tattoos look interesting. Do you mind if we take a closer look?"
"Let's not test the Derro theory, Caulder," Ten whispers back. "Thank you for the invite... Oh, how rude of me, we haven't exchanged names yet. My name is Ten and these are my, um, friends, I suppose: Caulder, Esmerelda, and Pagrip. And what should we call you?" Ten responds to the otyugh, taking a step into the den in the process. Ten glances around, looking for evidence of fresh Shaonti corpses.
Casting a sidelong glance at Caulder, Ten continues: Yes, yes. We can bring some more food, if you could first allow us a moment to rest in your lovely home."
"Oh, yes, I suppose otyughs can smell if somebody likes dairy milk," Ten ponders aloud. "Hello, um, friend... my mother always told me to bring a gift when visiting a friend. See, we're friends, right?" Ten asks as he tosses another stirge towards the otyugh.
"Just not the ones that fed on me. I don't want that otyugh getting a taste for me," Ten warns, "Right, let me go find a few good specimens to fling around."
"No 33, that otyugh isn't your father."
"We could throw some stirges against the far wall. The ones that fed should splat open loudly enough to distract the otyugh. That might be easier than trying to lure it around with dead derro- or Darkbane's leg." Ten adds to the conversation.
"... by connecting... and then... yes, wait, no that wouldn't work... unless- Oh, er, um. Yes, Darkbane. That's exactly what I was thinking." Ten responded.
"That looks like a good one, Darkbane," Ten points out, "Make sure to ask for the certificate that proves that it was blessed by a church too."
Ten emerges from the darkness, 33 safely tucked back under his clothing. "No serious harm," he responds to Esme's question. "I should have spent more time brewing up alchemical solutions to problems like this," he sighs, "Instead of wasting time at public executions and riots."
Ten shoves his knee into the small of derro's back and pulls the blue dwarf against it, hoping to hear the dwarf's bones CRACK.
"Be a good little blue freak and go... to... sleep!" Ten grunts as he twists the derro's arm around its back while 33 continues to wrench its neck in the wrong direction.
IF I survive this, I need to research an extract that improves night vision. "33, finish this one quickly. We need to get out of this blackness." Ten grabs the derro's right arm and pulls while 33, wrapped around the blue dwarf's neck, pulls in the opposite direction.
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