Starker:”Indeed … Always nice to have the right tools for the job. Now, my colleague, you might want to imitate that ancient arachnid and walk along the wall to be in position with the dagger when this teeter totters.”
Starker:”Indeed … Always nice to have the right tools for the job. Now, my colleague, you might want to imitate that ancient arachnid and walk along the wall to be in position with the dagger when this teeter totters.”
Xymox nods and takes up the position on the wall indicated by Starker.
Starker keeps on having Jievs add to the gory stack to the right, whistling a fugue while he continues cheerfully to butcher the corpses into Jievs-portable meat quanta.
“It’s probably serendipitous that our Tyr devotees are not witness to this elegant instantiation of basic physics principles.”
Starker keeps on having Jievs add to the gory stack to the right, whistling a fugue while he continues cheerfully to butcher the corpses into Jievs-portable meat quanta.
“It’s probably serendipitous that our Tyr devotees are not witness to this elegant instantiation of basic physics principles.”
Starker keeps on having Jievs add to the gory stack to the right, whistling a fugue while he continues cheerfully to butcher the corpses into Jievs-portable meat quanta.
“It’s probably serendipitous that our Tyr devotees are not witness to this elegant instantiation of basic physics principles.”
Xymox: "I would certainly think so."
So far as I know Darkbane's light judges intention- ours is to rescue our friends and save others from the danger of this lich. But let's not use the word elegant for any of this. Glancing to Yarrol. I dislike this as much as any decent man. But two of ours are down there. By House Ravenshield and Darkbane's grace, when this is over, I shall support Kragen in ensuring these fallen are given proper rites. For now, we do what we must to end the lich's danger.
Starker atarts to dismember the bodies using his anatomist’s tool kit, handing pieces to Jievs to start the stacking.
Xymox looks at Starker with a strange combination of revulsion and appreciation. "By Lolth's Legs, wizard....."
A formidable curse, indeed.
Starker:”Indeed … Always nice to have the right tools for the job. Now, my colleague, you might want to imitate that ancient arachnid and walk along the wall to be in position with the dagger when this teeter totters.”
Xymox nods and takes up the position on the wall indicated by Starker.
You faintly hear what sounds like metal striking stone. Then again. Nothing more.
Starker keeps on having Jievs add to the gory stack to the right, whistling a fugue while he continues cheerfully to butcher the corpses into Jievs-portable meat quanta.
“It’s probably serendipitous that our Tyr devotees are not witness to this elegant instantiation of basic physics principles.”
Xymox: "I would certainly think so."
So far as I know Darkbane's light judges intention- ours is to rescue our friends and save others from the danger of this lich. But let's not use the word elegant for any of this.
Glancing to Yarrol.
I dislike this as much as any decent man. But two of ours are down there. By House Ravenshield and Darkbane's grace, when this is over, I shall support Kragen in ensuring these fallen are given proper rites. For now, we do what we must to end the lich's danger.
Yartol shrugs, “Seems like a good plan.”