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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5480047" data-attributes="member: 3285">Gothic: Part 7 – BonedArchive squinted at the stone door, playing his flashlight over it. &quot;Saint Markovia; Great Was Her Might; Undone By a Jealous Hand.&quot;&quot;Sounds friendly,&quot; said Guppy.&nbsp; He was sweating.&nbsp; &quot;So where are we going to get this tongue?&quot;Jim-Bean shot him a glance.&nbsp; &quot;Relax.&nbsp; We'll find a tongue.&quot;&quot;From a living person though right?&quot; asked Guppy.&nbsp; &quot;A living person?&quot;&quot;Yeah,&quot; said Jim-Bean.&nbsp; &quot;That's what Thredra wants.&quot;&quot;You on a first name basis now?&quot; asked Guppy, voice rising.&quot;Be cool, Guppy,&quot; warned Hammer.&nbsp; Their last conflict over Guppy's tenuous grip on sanity had landed the Indian agent in an Outlook facility. &quot;I'm just saying...&quot; He wiped his forehead.&nbsp; &quot;If you don't get the tongue, she might take it from one of us. And I'm not giving mine up without a fight.&quot;&quot;If she wants a tongue, she'll take mine,&quot; said Jim-Bean.&nbsp; He frowned.&nbsp; &quot;Trust me, she wants mine more than yours.&quot;&quot;If you two are done chit-chatting...&quot; interrupted Archive.&quot;Right,&quot; said Jim-Bean.&nbsp; He put his palms out before him.&nbsp; &quot;Here we go.&quot;He concentrated and the crypt door groaned obligingly to the side. A fusillade of darts whined through the air.&nbsp; They froze inches from Jim-Bean and Hammer's face and then dropped to the ground. Then a loud gong rang out.Corpses exploded out of the ground to either side of them. Before they could react, huge bony claws reached out from around the crypt door behind them. Guppy spun, his makeshift stake gun at the ready. The arms of the thing behind them were so long that the rest of it was in the shadows of the crypt.&nbsp; The air around Guppy whistled as a dust devil engulfed him, spinning up the dust and grime of the crypt.&nbsp; &quot;What the...&quot; was all Guppy got out before he covered his eyes.Hammer fired his Berettas, which weren't as good as his Glocks, at the whirlwind.&nbsp; The bullets tore glowing green paths through the air, setting off a series of shrieks that came from the wind itself.&nbsp; The bullets kept on going, pushing back the thing in the crypt.&quot;Stop shooting!&quot; shouted Guppy through gritted teeth.&quot;Archive,&quot; said Jim-Bean, still focused on the door.&nbsp; &quot;Take care of them.&quot;Archive held up his amulet.&nbsp; &quot;The power of the Elder Sign repels you!&quot;The eye at the center of the pentagram on Archive's amulet opened and its all-consuming gazed swept the room.&nbsp; The animated corpses to either side burst into bright flames.&nbsp; The whirlwind dissipated, dropping Guppy unceremoniously to the ground.&nbsp; The thing in the crypt pulled its arms back into the gaping darkness.&quot;Do I have to do everything myself?&quot; muttered Jim-Bean.&nbsp; He pointed at the stone door to the saint's crypt and it flew over their heads.The door smashed into the crypt behind them, sealing it once more.The catacombs were silent. &quot;You couldn't stop that gong?&quot; growled Hammer. Jim-Bean ignored him as he scanned in the inside of the crypt.&nbsp; All that remained on the slab was a thighbone. He tossed it to Archive, who caught it.&quot;Hope it was worth it,&quot; said Hammer.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="talien, post: 5480047, member: 3285"] [b]Gothic: Part 7 – Boned[/b] Archive squinted at the stone door, playing his flashlight over it. "Saint Markovia; Great Was Her Might; Undone By a Jealous Hand." "Sounds friendly," said Guppy. He was sweating. "So where are we going to get this tongue?" Jim-Bean shot him a glance. "Relax. We'll find a tongue." "From a living person though right?" asked Guppy. "A living person?" "Yeah," said Jim-Bean. "That's what Thredra wants." "You on a first name basis now?" asked Guppy, voice rising. "Be cool, Guppy," warned Hammer. Their last conflict over Guppy's tenuous grip on sanity had landed the Indian agent in an Outlook facility. "I'm just saying..." He wiped his forehead. "If you don't get the tongue, she might take it from one of us. And I'm not giving mine up without a fight." "If she wants a tongue, she'll take mine," said Jim-Bean. He frowned. "Trust me, she wants mine more than yours." "If you two are done chit-chatting..." interrupted Archive. "Right," said Jim-Bean. He put his palms out before him. "Here we go." He concentrated and the crypt door groaned obligingly to the side. A fusillade of darts whined through the air. They froze inches from Jim-Bean and Hammer's face and then dropped to the ground. Then a loud gong rang out. Corpses exploded out of the ground to either side of them. Before they could react, huge bony claws reached out from around the crypt door behind them. Guppy spun, his makeshift stake gun at the ready. The arms of the thing behind them were so long that the rest of it was in the shadows of the crypt. The air around Guppy whistled as a dust devil engulfed him, spinning up the dust and grime of the crypt. "What the..." was all Guppy got out before he covered his eyes. Hammer fired his Berettas, which weren't as good as his Glocks, at the whirlwind. The bullets tore glowing green paths through the air, setting off a series of shrieks that came from the wind itself. The bullets kept on going, pushing back the thing in the crypt. "Stop shooting!" shouted Guppy through gritted teeth. "Archive," said Jim-Bean, still focused on the door. "Take care of them." Archive held up his amulet. "The power of the Elder Sign repels you!" The eye at the center of the pentagram on Archive's amulet opened and its all-consuming gazed swept the room. The animated corpses to either side burst into bright flames. The whirlwind dissipated, dropping Guppy unceremoniously to the ground. The thing in the crypt pulled its arms back into the gaping darkness. "Do I have to do everything myself?" muttered Jim-Bean. He pointed at the stone door to the saint's crypt and it flew over their heads. The door smashed into the crypt behind them, sealing it once more. The catacombs were silent. "You couldn't stop that gong?" growled Hammer. Jim-Bean ignored him as he scanned in the inside of the crypt. All that remained on the slab was a thighbone. He tossed it to Archive, who caught it. "Hope it was worth it," said Hammer. [/QUOTE]

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