Post by Aileen on Jun 14, 2020 11:45:54 GMT -5
Drexler and I sit by the fire taking our turn on watch. It’s sometime in the early hours, but dawn is still hours away. I feel slightly constricted being back in my armor, and have a slightly uncomfortable amount of sand in my boots. After we know that the others have had enough time to fall asleep, we start whispering.
“Tonight was nice.” I say.
“It was. I could do without the ghouls, but... you were incredible, Alastrine.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I blush. “I was worried you didn’t like me back.”
“Are you kidding? No, I’m just... shy. You’re really beautiful and I’m- well, I’m Drexler.”
Of course our whispering divulges into making out on the beach. Fortunately I manage to come up for air just in time to see another group of ghouls and zombies heading our way.
“S***, there’s more of them!” I scramble to my feet and run for the closest tent, calling for help.
Soon everyone comes out on the beach, but I’m the only one that can see the enemy approaching. I point out the general direction and keep telling them their distance from us. I share the gift of sight once I have some more people who need it around me, and we snap into action.
“Kerata!” Kerata says to me.
“Yes? I know your name.” Did she hit her head?
“That’s what you should name your kid!”
“No! We aren’t having a kid, who says we even did anything?!”
She smirks, wiggling her eyebrows. Crazy tiefling! Was she listening outside our tent again!?
The ghouls and zombies all re-die and all of us survive, but it is very clear that we are not getting any rest tonight. Not on this beach. The lighthouse still looms darkly above us, and we determine we need to figure out what it’s issue is. So we pack up, heal as best as we can, and mosey on down the beach toward the tower.
Fidget unlocks the door, and I push it open only to be barraged by a hail of arrows. I pull two of the darts out of my shoulder and chest, hissing. Dammit I didn’t even consider that a lighthouse would have a security system! I walk in, and see a dead Halfling. Above it, a ghost Halfling. It sees me and rushes forward.
“A Halfling!? Is it one of my cousins?!”
We all rush in, surrounding the ghost, but it does some scary spooky s*** that sends Penny running for the hills. I try splashing it with holy water and fail. Drexler stabs it, pissing it off, and gets touched by the ghost.
“Am I going to have to perform an exorcism?!” I ask, a bit too excited about the concept.
“Nope!” He gasps. “I’m fine, I got this!”
I rush past the ghost just as I hear the cat thief screaming about ghouls. Guess she went upstairs and made some new friends. I back up to the wall and send another vial of holy water at the ghost. It works! He points away, hopefully gone on to the afterlife.
The others take care of the ghoul problem while I do a thorough examination of the deceased Halfling. It was my unfortunate job to assist in autopsies in my guard days, and I’m ashamed that I’ve grown so accustomed to it. I determine that there was some kind of necromantic magic involved in his death, but there is more- the same symbol we found in Tresandar Manor belonging to one elusive Hoobur Gran Shoop, carved into the Halfling’s chest!
We stand around reading the papers tacked to the walls, and discover this was the location of another franchise, the Order of the Stout Half-Pint. There is also a calendar of adventures with the name Wizzy on it- so this is where Talanatha was heading! Judging by what we have fought here, things did not go well for them, from a business standpoint. Oh, and poor Penny now looks a lot older, complete with gray in her hair. I’ve learned not to mess with ghosts after seeing her like this! I pack away all of the documentation into my Documancer satchel, and we head upstairs.
This room was once harboring ghouls, hidden in the wardrobes, but they already fell to our blades, giving us a chance to search for more clues. We find a Halfling sized cloak, money, potions, and other treasure. Realizing there is nothing exciting, Kerata and I run up the stairs, fighting for who gets there first. I’m not sure why she wants to be in the front considering she has more skin than armor, but whatever. We all know angels live longer than demons.
It stinks like sulphur and dog up here. I hear Kerata baby talking something as I come through the stairwell, and when I get up to her I see there are two hell hounds. Admittedly, they are kind of cute, but they would definitely tear us to part. That is, if they were not trapped in invisible kennels.
“Let’s keep going up, they can’t hurt us from there!” I say.
“Right. I’ll be back for you, babies!” Kerata coos to her dogs.
We run up to the next level, finding a trippy rainbow bedroom which seems to be the top floor. And then the screaming starts. We run back down to find the dogs escaped, and are toasting our friends alive in the stairwell. I fire some spells, but then I’m caught in a fiery blast trying to get to my sweet Drexler. I lose consciousness, wishing I could have done more.
“Wake up, chicken wings!” Kerata yells, slapping my face.
I feel a bit crispy, but I taste healing potion in my mouth. My demon friend saved me!
“Thanks, Devil Woman!”
I spring to my feet, running into the battle. Poor Drexler is getting torn apart, but still he holds his own. I start swinging my sword, getting into the thrill of battle after nearly dying. In the stairwell I hear Layton verbally assaulting Arkenfeld, furious that he can’t get up the stairs. Oh, how I miss the clang of iron, the annoyed shouts of my brothers in arms that can’t get up the stairs, and the smell of- oh, guess they’re dead. Well, at least we all survived!
We head upstairs, hoping to get some rest. Those dogs really did a number on us. This room is a bit loud and looking at the walls makes me nauseous, but it feels relatively safe. I come up next to Drexler as he looks into a glass tank, fascinated by it.
“It’s a spider!” He grins, tapping on the glass. “Hello Mr. Spider!”
It’s a spider sure enough, but not a normal one. This one is completely rainbow! I walk away for a moment, pulling out bandages for us, when Drexler excitedly draws our attention back to the tank. Looking in, a new web has been spun, with some words in it:
What makes you think I can f***ing speak?