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 looks up from his grisly task, stands up, and observes carefully the effect of the dagger/wedge on the motion of the floor from his location on the nonmoving floor side of the door.
The floor flips around again, coming to rest with a CLICK in the horizontal position again. Half way around in the swing there is a loud BANG!! sound. The floor briefly is slowed and then continues its swing. You see Kragen running up the sloped wall below, hauling Chadwick along with him. The floor catches up to them and they jump to the swinging floor. Both tumble to the ground in a heap and are lying there as the floor comes to a stop.
Xymox's dagger in the wall trick did nothing. The dagger is gone, swept away by the revolving floor. (This was the enchanted dagger found in the mausoleum?). Xymox retreats quickly in front of the revolving floor and jumps in the safety of the vestibule of the room.
Xymox: “Sir Chadwick, Kragen—welcome back from the under-level. Next time, we tie a rope to the paladin. purely as a fashion statement.” The bard nods at Kragen and Chadwick, noting that they are relatively unharmed. “A moment of silence for the dearly departed dagger. May it find peace in the gears it so nobly failed to jam.”
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.”
There is a CLICK heard from both ends of the room and the floor begins to rotate.
Please describe reactions.
Yartol stands ready, hands on sword hilts.
Starker looks up from his grisly task, stands up, and observes carefully the effect of the dagger/wedge on the motion of the floor from his location on the nonmoving floor side of the door.
Xymox "sticks" to the wall and peers down, looking for Kragen and Chadwick.
Trolkarl draws Darkbane and prepares to cast Fly should be see danger
The floor flips around again, coming to rest with a CLICK in the horizontal position again. Half way around in the swing there is a loud BANG!! sound. The floor briefly is slowed and then continues its swing. You see Kragen running up the sloped wall below, hauling Chadwick along with him. The floor catches up to them and they jump to the swinging floor. Both tumble to the ground in a heap and are lying there as the floor comes to a stop.
Xymox's dagger in the wall trick did nothing. The dagger is gone, swept away by the revolving floor. (This was the enchanted dagger found in the mausoleum?). Xymox retreats quickly in front of the revolving floor and jumps in the safety of the vestibule of the room.
<Starker looks with interest to see if the heap of body parts sliding down is noticed by the Tyr-men as they scramble up.>
Kragen picks himself up off the floor and looks flummoxed , then dusts himself off, all the while checking he has not sustained serious injury.
Kragen and Chadwick are unharmed.
Xymox: “Sir Chadwick, Kragen—welcome back from the under-level. Next time, we tie a rope to the paladin. purely as a fashion statement.” The bard nods at Kragen and Chadwick, noting that they are relatively unharmed. “A moment of silence for the dearly departed dagger. May it find peace in the gears it so nobly failed to jam.”
Xymox: “Report from the under-floor, gentlemen—what greeted you down there? Pit, passage, machinery… or something with teeth?”