The chest contains a fine silk robe that has little value other than its intrinsic material and colour It is cast aside by the plundering Brian, “Useless, got to be some good stuff in here.” Brian keeps rummaging.
“Ah ha!! A shield, here take this Rasmus” Brian continues to rummage whilst Rasmus inspects his new shield. It is of fine craftsmanship and to top it off it has the sigils of the Great Gold Wrym Rasmus’s icon as luck would have it.
“Ohh lovely, and it has my Icon, the Great Gold Wrym on it, Karl try and hit me!” Karl takes a swing. “No really try and hit me” Karl takes another swing. “Look if you’re not going to try and hit me properly I’ll ask Gandolt to hit me”
“Ach, ya cheecky beggar” and Karl absentmindedly switches the eye, the eye patch is covering. After Limbering up he takes a mighty swing with a resulting “PANG!!!!” as his axe hits the shield.
“I feel the same” says Rasmus fondling the back of Brian’s hair.
“Och, an eye da too” says Karl, who know seems to be Scottish.
“I feel like some magical effect, is making an attack on me harder” I say. “And by the bonds of magic, the tendrils and wisps emanating from it, I would say it gives a defence bonus to your allies, and seems to be making you forget about personal space and behave inappropriately by the way you’re stroking Brian’s hair”, Brain is almost purring with delight.
“Well its better than nothing, did I mention it has the Great Gold Wrym on it”
“Yes” we reply.
“Ah, ha, hah!!” A triumphant Brian is now wearing a helm, it matches his armour well. “Try an hit me, if you can”.
“Easy” I say as I blat him with two magic missiles. “It would appear that this helm helps you when you need to stop effects of spells or poisons”
“That will be useful”
“It also seems to make you want to sing in battle” I advise him.
“Isnea, an’ a tin in der fa me” says Karl his accent is getting worse.
“Pardon” I say.
“Well wit al da troosure, ah wondard if, an a ma’be wrong, wha I goot” says Karl slowly. We all look puzzled at one another.
“Rasmus, Brian come here, oh and you Hurl, were have you been?” I say
“I needed a poo” says Hurl sheepishly.
“What a three battle poo” I ask
“Er yeah” he agrees
“You went for a poo that lasted three battles?” says Brian
“So it would seem”
“At least there is no chance of anyone stepping on it by accident, it must be humungous” says Rasmus.
“Stop rubbing my head before I turn you into a chicken Rasmus!!” I glare at him “This is getting weird, even for us!! Karl is now unintelligible, Rasmus has gone camp and Brian is, well Brian is Brian.”
“The eye patch keeps moving too” says Brian.
“We know, we watch him do it” says Rasmus whilst copping a feel of Hurl.
“Get off me” and Hurl steps back from Rasmus, and Brian gets a little closer. I shake my head.
“Weeell a ta doo der noch der nanauy noo”
“Look the top and bottom of it is we can’t understand him, since we met up with Strensvarsi it has all gotten a little weird. I am going to cast a spell on Karl okay?” They all agree
“Tongue of fool, and tongue of twat, stop him being Scottish just like……”
“Der moch ner riddin da moons der bin” says Karl helpfully
“THAT!!” poof a little cloud of smoke goes off around Karl’s head.
“I say Old Bean, what. Do you think you may have per chanced upon anything in that old coffer for me” asks Karl.
“Okay not the best fix but at least we can understand him now.” I say.
“Nah but you can have the silk robe if you want it” Brain tells Karl. Karl snorts whilst breathing in.
“Jolly good. I may use that as a rather fancy hanky.” He picks it up and waves it around theatrically.
“Onwards?” I ask, they give their approval and we go up onto the final floor.
Light beams emanate from a stone pillar and hit a cloud like wall of blue, Brian is about to do something stupid.
Sorry dear reader you are right, Brian is about to do something else really stupid when I say.
“You may want to reconsider that, this is ritual magic of the highest calibre, well as high as it can get without me being a part of it anyway. If you do what you are thinking you will very likely blow this entire tower up”
“We don’t want anything getting blown, (pause for innuendo) up that shouldn’t be” say Rasmus letting his finger slide down Brian’s cheek.
“Jeez get a room” says Hurl.
“So what do we do then?” asks Brian.
“Stick your stone in that hole” mortified I realise what I have just said.
“I say Gandolt, are you joining Rasmus with the inappropriate annotations” says Karl.
“No just a slip of the tongue” I say and Rasmus giggles effeminately.
“Put that bit of stone, you were given by Mr Gold and place it in that receptacle there” Brian carries out the instruction and we hear a deep low thud as if something has opened. The next thing I know I am screaming in pain as a javelin is almost pushed though me.
“Told you I’d be back little man” roars the Ogre. I turn an clap my hands together the thunder clap forces the Orge back and I make a hasty retreat. Karl, Hurl, Rasmus and Brian singing
“
I can’t remember anything
Can’t tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me
Now that the war is through with me
I’m waking up, I cannot see
That there’s not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me” (one Metallic)
wade in fighting the Ogre and as quickly as he arrived he vanishes and we are all stabbed in the back by more of those pesky Kobolds. I cast colour spray killing the two on me instantly and Rasmus seems to have learnt from last time and dispatches his quickly, so does Hurl and Brian who is now singing another song.
“Now every woman and every man
They wanna take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I've got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain't enough
When I look inside my heart
There's just devils and dust” (Devil’s & Dust Srpingsteen)
The Kobolds attack Karl again.
“You dirty rotten swine’s, I shall have back at you” he hollers, and my how he does killing them both in one might blow. We deicide time is of the essence and continue on, back down the tower to the bottom floor.
There is now a hole leading down in the ground floor and area previously examined by Rasmus.
“Listen here old boy, you said der wannea nuttin ta fund” It appears my piece of arcane trickery has worn off.
He gesticulates at the rug “Ta chukin nuff an an eh fundun nae a mosel”
“Tongue of fool, and tongue of twat, stop him being Scottish just like that” poof
“You said you checked here and were unable to find anything of significance” Karl explains now we can understand him. Rasmus pushes past Hurl and squezzes his bum at the same time. In an instant the wicked black blades are out but Rasmus carries on as if he hadn’t noticed.
“There was nothing to find when I checked but now there is” says Rasmus.
“There is no light down there let alone low light, I cannot see, well not without a torch anyway” Says Hurl lighting a torch and throwing it down the steps. We follow the torch and are in cool damp air in a small chamber that contains coffins, most of them are broken and the lids are on the floor.
“Can you not cast some kind of spell to cast light” asks Brian,
“No,because that would be useful” says Rasmus, with his arm round Brian
“And he doesn’t so useful” continues Brian, and so for his cheek I cast light on his head making him the centre of our party.
“Which way Mr Sun Head” I ask
Karl interjects “When one is captured by the hideous Drow, one has to learn to adapt. I have personally spent many hours trapped in places like this and you can always smell fresh air.” He sniffs the air theatrically. “This way for adventure” and moves off, we look at one another, look at the back of Karl and follow. We travel through passages and eventually appear in a large cavern with a thick black lake. We hear
“Brains,mmmm, brains”
“Not in this group. I thank you, I’ll be here all week.” I joke.
A group of Skeletons descend upon us. Their attacks are feeble but what they lack in power they make up for in numbers. I cast colour spray killing three of them then two big shambling creatures attack with beam weapons cast from their eyes, this is no longer amusing, the situation not the commentary.
“This one said he couldn’t go out to eat, he had nobody to go with” says Hurl
“You can’t fool me I can see right through you” says Karl
“This one is afraid; he just hasn’t got the guts” I quip
“No sex for me, I couldn’t unhook her VerteBRA!” says Rasmus and we watch the tumble weed roll past
“Really?” says Hurl
“What?”replies Rasmus
“That was terrible” says Karl
We carried out the rest of the fight in silence other than listening to Brian’s song,
"We fought him hard, we fought him well
Out on the plains, we gave him hell
But many came, too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game” (Run To The Hills Iron Maiden)
Leaving this cavern we enter into another and this one has a large pedestal with a crown on it.
“Mac Neggle Mc Fleegal moch doc darn och ae an inner da nooo” before I can cast the intelligible spell on Karl again the ogre appears, I knock him back with my thunder clap and Karl lashes out with his sword, the Orgre roars and hits the rest of our party who are all nicely grouped with a beam weapon, I strike him with a ray of frost and Rasmus deals the killing blow and the ogre falls
“Da geeem stane is maine”
“What on earth are you saying”
“Da gem stone is mine”
“Ohh, I rather think I’m getting the hang of this”
“A little help over here please!!!” Shouts Brian, who has managed to find some kind of female undead Lich all to himself. He continues in song
“Generals gathered in their masses,
just like witches at black masses.
Evil minds that plot destruction,
sorcerer of death's construction.
In the fields the bodies burning,
as the war machine keeps turning.
Death and hatred to mankind,
poisoning their brainwashed minds...Oh lord yeah!” (War Pigs Black Sabbath)
Rasmus is over in an instant and deals a considerable blow to the creature, Karl is in quickly too and hits her with a massive strike, I hit it with colour spray and it seems susceptible to this psychic damage. Brian strikes at it using his icons vegenance and the creature explodes into dust.
Karl turns his attention back to the large Gem sitting in the ogre’s forehead, and we turn our attention to the pedestal.
Rasmus and Brian are standing to close to one another again but are working on the pedestal.
“Got it” says Rasmus patting Brian on the bum. “The crown is disrupting the……”
“Ah Ruddy noooo, der ruddy ting, ma gem’s gone an’ evapor’ted” cries Karl
“….the flow of energy from the pedestal up the tower, we need to move.,…”
“Och, git oot ma wey” Karl touches the crown and gets blown back about twenty feet.
“May be a canae” I bring forth a mage hand and pick up the crown, as soon as it is lifted off the pedestal the energy starts to flow correctly and we know we have fixed the tower.
Wrapping the crown in the silk robe I stow it in my backpack for Mr Goldman to look at.
To be continued.