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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4299558" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Baumann's Prize: Part 5 – Baumann’s Sitting Room</strong></p><p></p><p>A secret door opened to a staircase that culminated in a circular room. The walls appeared to have suffered from a cave-in. Mosaic tiles on the floor depicted a massive, coiled snake baring its fangs. </p><p></p><p>“Stupid humans,” said Ilmarė. “They’re recycling ssanu lairs.”</p><p></p><p>“One snake replacing another,” said Kham from nowhere. “Cover me.”</p><p></p><p>Two guards charged forward from the opposite side of the room, only to be met by Vlad and Beldin. A door opened as Kham entered…</p><p></p><p>“Ah HA!” shouted the swashbuckling elorii on the other side. He lunged forward with his rapier, spearing at the air where surely someone must have entered. </p><p></p><p>“Ah ha your damn self,” said Kham. Two pistol blasts caused the elorii to twist backwards. Unfortunately, it also caused him to lose his invisibility. The two combatants separated from each other across the door while the battle raged outside of the room.</p><p></p><p>They were in a circular room filled with bas-relief carvings on the walls. The craftsmanship was incredible, depicting strange serpent men engaged in a wide variety of activities. In the center of the room was a round, sunken couch appointed with plush cushions. Scattered about the place were cages filled with exotic birds.</p><p></p><p>“Dad!” shouted Kham.</p><p></p><p>Chained to the wall at the far end of the room was a gaunt older man, wearing a blue robe and cracked pince-nez. He looked up, almost unable to speak. “Son!” </p><p></p><p>“We can’t have the family reunion interrupted,” said the elorii. With a flourish, he pulled a wand from his puffy shirt and pointed it at the doorway. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Casses!</span>” </p><p></p><p>A spew of white and gray webbing filled the room. A dwarvish curse on the other side indicated the ploy had worked.</p><p></p><p>Kham ran full tilt towards his father, stopping short only when a woman blocked his path. She wore black studded leather and knee-high boots. Her waist-length flame-red hair was tightly woven into dreadlocks, and a wicked scar crossed from the top of her forehead to the middle of her right cheek. Kham focused on the shimmering cutlass in her hand.</p><p></p><p>“Shantar, keep them out,” said the woman. “This one’s mine.”</p><p></p><p>“Aye, aye captain,” said the blonde-locked elorii known as Shantar. He slammed the door shut.</p><p></p><p>Kham dove and rolled. The cutlass struck a glancing blow, tearing off a piece of his overcoat. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t know who you are lady,” Kham said, feinting left, and right. The captain matched his every movement, her cutlass always pointed at his nose. “But you’re pissing me off.”</p><p></p><p>Shantar leaned his back on the door and began picking at his nails with a long stiletto. He started to whistle a tuneless melody.</p><p></p><p>“Your father is worth a lot of money,” she said. “It’s not personal.”</p><p></p><p>“It is to me,” said Kham. He dodged past her but not fast enough. She slashed him across the thigh.</p><p></p><p>Kham stumbled over to his father and fired at one of the manacles. It snapped apart.</p><p></p><p>He placed the other pistol in his father’s bruised palm. “Here dad. You get a good shot, you take it, understand?”</p><p></p><p>Before Corinalous could respond, a cutlass whistled through the air where Kham’s head had been. He jumped backwards and pulled two more pistols from his overcoat. </p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Ustilo radius!</span>”</p><p></p><p>Shantar, who had been standing in the doorway, was suddenly engulfed in a blast of flames as door and elorii gave way. Sebastian stood framed in the doorway, his fingertips smoking from the conflagration.</p><p></p><p>“A sorcerer?” The redheaded captain put two fingers to her mouth and whistled.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, all the birds flew out of their cages. The room was filled with a cloud of brightly colored feathers and high-pitched tweeting.</p><p></p><p>“You have not seen the last of me, worthless scum! Captain Baumann will live to fight another day!” she shouted. “When that day comes, I will hunt you down and skewer you one by one. Watch your back…” </p><p></p><p>When the birds finally calmed down, she was gone.</p><p></p><p>Corinalous struggled to his feet. “There isn’t much time. We’ve must find my friend Flint. He told me to meet him at The Last Resort. I fear it is already too late.”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė blanched. “What is this white stuff all over the floor?”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4299558, member: 3285"] [b]Baumann's Prize: Part 5 – Baumann’s Sitting Room[/b] A secret door opened to a staircase that culminated in a circular room. The walls appeared to have suffered from a cave-in. Mosaic tiles on the floor depicted a massive, coiled snake baring its fangs. “Stupid humans,” said Ilmarė. “They’re recycling ssanu lairs.” “One snake replacing another,” said Kham from nowhere. “Cover me.” Two guards charged forward from the opposite side of the room, only to be met by Vlad and Beldin. A door opened as Kham entered… “Ah HA!” shouted the swashbuckling elorii on the other side. He lunged forward with his rapier, spearing at the air where surely someone must have entered. “Ah ha your damn self,” said Kham. Two pistol blasts caused the elorii to twist backwards. Unfortunately, it also caused him to lose his invisibility. The two combatants separated from each other across the door while the battle raged outside of the room. They were in a circular room filled with bas-relief carvings on the walls. The craftsmanship was incredible, depicting strange serpent men engaged in a wide variety of activities. In the center of the room was a round, sunken couch appointed with plush cushions. Scattered about the place were cages filled with exotic birds. “Dad!” shouted Kham. Chained to the wall at the far end of the room was a gaunt older man, wearing a blue robe and cracked pince-nez. He looked up, almost unable to speak. “Son!” “We can’t have the family reunion interrupted,” said the elorii. With a flourish, he pulled a wand from his puffy shirt and pointed it at the doorway. “[FONT=Impact]Casses![/FONT]” A spew of white and gray webbing filled the room. A dwarvish curse on the other side indicated the ploy had worked. Kham ran full tilt towards his father, stopping short only when a woman blocked his path. She wore black studded leather and knee-high boots. Her waist-length flame-red hair was tightly woven into dreadlocks, and a wicked scar crossed from the top of her forehead to the middle of her right cheek. Kham focused on the shimmering cutlass in her hand. “Shantar, keep them out,” said the woman. “This one’s mine.” “Aye, aye captain,” said the blonde-locked elorii known as Shantar. He slammed the door shut. Kham dove and rolled. The cutlass struck a glancing blow, tearing off a piece of his overcoat. “I don’t know who you are lady,” Kham said, feinting left, and right. The captain matched his every movement, her cutlass always pointed at his nose. “But you’re pissing me off.” Shantar leaned his back on the door and began picking at his nails with a long stiletto. He started to whistle a tuneless melody. “Your father is worth a lot of money,” she said. “It’s not personal.” “It is to me,” said Kham. He dodged past her but not fast enough. She slashed him across the thigh. Kham stumbled over to his father and fired at one of the manacles. It snapped apart. He placed the other pistol in his father’s bruised palm. “Here dad. You get a good shot, you take it, understand?” Before Corinalous could respond, a cutlass whistled through the air where Kham’s head had been. He jumped backwards and pulled two more pistols from his overcoat. “[FONT=Impact]Ustilo radius![/FONT]” Shantar, who had been standing in the doorway, was suddenly engulfed in a blast of flames as door and elorii gave way. Sebastian stood framed in the doorway, his fingertips smoking from the conflagration. “A sorcerer?” The redheaded captain put two fingers to her mouth and whistled. Suddenly, all the birds flew out of their cages. The room was filled with a cloud of brightly colored feathers and high-pitched tweeting. “You have not seen the last of me, worthless scum! Captain Baumann will live to fight another day!” she shouted. “When that day comes, I will hunt you down and skewer you one by one. Watch your back…” When the birds finally calmed down, she was gone. Corinalous struggled to his feet. “There isn’t much time. We’ve must find my friend Flint. He told me to meet him at The Last Resort. I fear it is already too late.” Ilmarė blanched. “What is this white stuff all over the floor?” [/QUOTE]
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