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.