Knock Knock, Anyone Home?

Ludo muttered loudly enough for Feldard to hear “knock knock anyone home? I think the element of surprise has been lost, its time for ‘shock and awe’. Maybe Vlaak will surrender gracefully after that display of power?”

The mage smiled at their new companion. “Quiet digestion would be preferable then?” he stopped himself. He knew what Ludo meant. “I understand your concerns, these walls are thick and we are beneath the ground so there might be hope that they may think its some goblin foolery rather than a raid. People in guarded towers tend to be prone to self delusion that they are unassailable. We may yet have an edge of surprise.”

The pink after-image of the lighting was beginning to fade from his vision. He glanced around at his handiwork, burnt ichor clung feebly to the once clean surfaces, as it cooled it became like rubbery sap. He stalked through the mess playing his lightstone about. “I wonder if they left anything useful behind?”

“Good as new.” Maruc had spent a few moments knocking the dent out of the helm with the butt of his chain-flail. “Oh Halav, bless this helm and charge it with the task for protecting its wearer,” he entoned somewhat grandly, but it seemed to cheer the woodsman up. He lowered it onto his head as one might crown a king. “Let us pray to Him that we might be delivered from such foes in future.” He bowed his head for a moment, then looked up. “Oh and thank you Miklos, my friend.”

The mage looked around and nodded, he was picking something interesting out from the mess.

Feldard was typically silent. His face set with his usual unhappy glower. He could still feel a bit of the static charge in the air after that… display. It made his beard itch.

While Ludo and Miklos, scrounged for items, and Hasan scouted ahead, the dwarf made his way back to the entrance to check if the crack of lightning had drawn attention from more scouting parties, or if the goblins in the building beside had managed to find exit from the wizard locked doors.

Hasan explored the crypt, finding the area they had entered wound around in an enclosed circle. More intriguingly, he found a door entering deeper into this forgotten realm. He quietly listened. Hearing nothing, he returned to his companions, to examine what they had gathered from the cubes. He then led the party back to the door he had discovered. “We should enter. Perhaps we can gain entrance to the tower from below, and unseen.”

Ludo re-entered the the Cubes lair treading carefully through the glumps of goo. Amongst the globs of geletine he spied a small object lying in a corner, a gemstone. “He picked it up and whispered to Miklos” seems the cubes cannot digest everything”. Moving on he approached the door that Hasan had discovered.

Sweating and obviously embarrassed, Stephan tried to compose himself and get his gear together.

“Thank you Maruc. Halav be praised my weakness did not bring more harm to our group. I shall pray for strength… and deliverance from my terrors.”

He tried to quietly make his way to where Hasan listened at a new door but he was plagued by involuntary and sharp inhales of the acrid air. Each time he did the hiccup-like sound, several of his companions jerked their attention to see that the woodsman was all right. Clearly they were not convinced the fighter would not again lose control.

Along the way, Stephan found his lightstone glowing under globs of the goo. He considered leaving it….not really having the stomach to dig it out. But with a prayer for strength, he was able to use his sword and boot to free the stone. Then, with a gloved hand, he steeled himself to pick it up and wipe some of the gunk off. Little did he know that a fairly large mass of the stuff still clung to his helm, wobbling above his eyes.

Using the stone to guide him, he did not bother with searching the gelatinous mess and instead sought Hasan and the exit. Perhaps a little louder than he intended, he said, “We’ve no choice. We should leave here.” And with that, he shouldered past Hasan and Ludo, and opened the door.

In front of him was a dark hallway. To his right, a set of stairs leading upward to a door.

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10 responses to “Knock Knock, Anyone Home?

  1. 11:40pm, Moldain, the 21st of Thaumont, 1001AC
    Clear, dry, hot and windy.

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp
    Hasan: 10xp+5xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 21,950/24000
    Miklos: 22,020/40000
    Feldard: 22,280/34000
    Hasan: 21,515/32000
    Stephan: 21,280/32000
    Ludo: 20,780/40,000

  2. Ludo

    Ludo stepped back as Stephen barged past him and braced himself, half expecting something to happen to Stephen. After a few seconds he realised that nothing was going to happen and that Stephen in his haste was almost at the top of the stairs. Shrugging his shoulders and muttering to no one in particular “amateurs”.

    Following Hasan and Stephen to the top of the stairs, he glanced back and was reassured to see Feldard and the others trooping up the stairs.

    Ludo guessed that as they were now moving up that they might be within the tower itself, and much closer to Vlak and the mysterious man in the yellow robes.

  3. Stephan

    Stephan mounted the dusty stairs — the cubes had not done their work here! — in wreckless haste. At the top, however, his senses came back to him. Faced with a door, he stood back on the landing to allow Ludo to practice his skills. As Hasan reached the top, the fighther tried to squeeze into the corner to allow the elf to also examine the door.

    Stephan hissed down the stairs at Feldard, “Aye, best close that door. Don’t want any of that goo creeping in.” Some part of his brain knew this was a ridiculuous thought but he feld better with the door shut nonetheless.

  4. As Ludo listens at the door, he can hear the sound of a low growl.

  5. Hasan

    Hasan was pleased. The party clearly was heading in the right direction. He stood aside and motioned Feldard forward, “Your skills will lead us better now. Walk the point with Ludo. But don’t chase everything that moves. Leave a Ringman for me.”

  6. Ludo

    “Be quiet, you are all making too much noise” Ludo whispered. “I hear a growl on the other side of the door, I think we might have some guard dogs to deal with, or possibly some Gobbo wolves. Be on your guard”. Ludo stepped back to allow Feldard past and got out his bow and notched an arrow.

  7. Stephan

    Stephan readied his shield and sword. He clutched his light stone in his left shield hand. “I must afix it to my shield, some day,” he thought to himself.

    He could see that Ludo sensed something beyond the door. The rogue’s body took on the lithe, cat-like awareness of a feline on high alert. Stephan held his breath and tried to remain perfectly still. All his focus was on Ludo’s reactions to the door.

  8. Feldard

    After securing the outside door, Feldard had returned to the party, a bit miffed still that he’d not had opportunity to even attempt a swing at the gelatinous cubes that had frightened human. But his sour musings were met with an offer to take up the lead. Ha! Of course when there was a certainty of battle – send in the dwarf first. Some might feel bothered by that, but Feldard knew it was because they trusted him to deal with whatever lay ahead.

    He mounted the steps, pausing just the barest of moments at the door, untethering his battleaxe and ensuring that the others were prepared. Then with a nod, he opens the door.

  9. Maruc

    As the others made their way through the doorway the priest took the opportunity to ensure the lower gate to the street was secured. Satisfied, he made his way back to the stairwell and with one last scan for anything that lay in the oozing mess, he followed the party, closing the door behind them. There wasn’t much room on the stairs. “This is cosy.” he remarked to no one in particular.

  10. miklosdostevar

    Miklos ducked through the door after the dwarf and caught the rogues’ urgent comment. He smiled, all a growl would indicate was they wouldn’t be surprising anything. No surprises there, ahh here we go, he smiled again as Feldard elbowed his way through to the front.

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