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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Orichalcum" data-source="post: 1633903" data-attributes="member: 3722">Alea Iacta VII: Lux et Veritas Post 12: A Short, Nasty, Brutish FightIt is now the evening before the summer solstice. Much against my own wise monkey advice, the group decides to go and stake out one of the supposed Druidic resistance hideouts and see what they can learn. They pick one in the north-center of the city, near one of the major baths. For a long time, there is no sense of movement, and finally they send me into investigate. I tell them that there do appear to be a few people inside the building, down some stairs in some sort of wine cellar which smells bad. When Meloch asks me how bad, I tell him the truth - like bad eggs. You should never eat a bad egg, my mother said in the days before I was sold into slavery. It will make your stomach hurt.Meloch apparently felt this answer wasn't satisfactory and turned himself invisible to investigate and came in himself. Well, he couldn't make it any farther  down the creaky stairs into the wine cellar than I could without being noticed, so he mostly just noticed that one of the humans was the Bull Chieftain who had escaped from the Triumph, and still bore bloody gashes on his arms where he had excised the cold iron. There was then a whispered huddle as to whether to attack the room itself, and potentially risk being exploded (apparently bad eggs are dangerous for humans externally as well as internally) or wait for them to come out. Eventually, they decided to wait, and to hide.Of course, have you ever tried to hide a Roman Centurion? Marcus' armor gleamed in the moonlight like Artemis' mirror; he'd probably polished the darn breastplate that very morning. Meloch and I, now, we could hide, and even Cornelia and that stupid owl Cato weren't so bad, or, surprisingly, the Praetorian Lucretius. But it was pretty clear that as soon as someone came out, they'd see Marcus.Luckily enough for us, the first person to come out was the Bull Chieftain, slightly drunk and wanting to relieve himself against the wall. Before he realized what was going on, Llyr had already hit him with a custom-blessed bolt, and Heilyn and the others were whaling on him as he called for help. At this point, Cornelia decided she wanted to be helpful, and cast some sort of spell for Cato to deliver by swooping down and biting the red-haired barbarian's neck or something. Of course, Cato's pretty incompetent at even the easiest of jobs, and the barbarian was pretty skilled with his greataxe, so the obvious result happened - Cato lost most of a wing to the greataxe and failed to deliver the spell. Cornelia, in shock, sent him up to the roof top where I was hiding to wait out the rest of the fight.Aha, I thought, here's my chance. At last I can get rid of this blasted useless owl and do everyone a world of good, especially myself, as then Cornelia will give me all the treats and petting that she gives the owl now. And the owl won't ever be able to grow any bigger and potentially eat me. So I crept forward, as the fight raged on below, getting closer and closer to being able to push the owl off the rooftiles onto the cobblestones below. I was only a few seconds away from the undetectable elimination of my rival when Meloch noticed the directions of my thoughts and sternly forbade me. We wrestled for a bit mentally, but I finally decided that having the approval of my partner was more important than dealing with Cato, at least for now. Just about then, Wena managed to stun the barbarian and he was knocked out. Proceeding inside, the group discovered that any other Celts had fled at the noise of a fight, and found many many barrels of sulphur and Greek fire stacked up neatly in the wine cellar.</blockquote>

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