The Canterbury Tales- Chapter 4: Dead Drunk

[Deuce Traveler]

As the party walks towards the other entrance they hear a shuffling behind them. The dissolving goo that was the spider-man suddenly stands up in the shape of a column. An elongated mockery of a human mouth appears on top of the abberation and howls a long, piercing sound of pain and misery. There is a rending sound, as if a sheet tearing, and the goo bursts into thousands of small, black spiders which land on the ground and gather into two large groups. The two spider swarms move towards the group, one along the far wall while the other approaches from the floor.

 

[perrinmiller]

On seeing the spider swarms, Borric exclaims, "OY! Anyone have a torch or something?" Against such a target his bow appears worthless.

 

[HolyMan]

Watching in amazement at the transformation the Professor cringes at the sight if the hundreds of little spiders. "I suggest we leave," he says turning and running towards the same hallway the group was headed for.

Remakably the man is very quick on his feet.

[sblock=OOC] Not very quick but a run is x4 if I can do that. This is just the prelude to me getting Expeditous Retreat. [/sblock]

 

[perrinmiller]

Borric, not having a torch (or flamethrower either), agrees, "Yeah, I will cover you." He follows along after the Professor.

 

[ethandrew]

"What devilry is this?" the young man exclaimed as he backpedaled toward the hallway, facing the two spider swarms.

"This place is just made of dreams, try to disbelieve. Maybe if we all think it unreal, it will disappear." Francis attempted to rifle through his pack, looking for a torch but only finding a lantern.

 

[Voda Vosa]

OOC; Spider swarms... evil. As evil as a small net.

 

[HolyMan]

"This place is just made of dreams, try to disbelieve. Maybe if we all think it unreal, it will disappear."

"I believe it might be to late for that you already believed in the man-spider, so how can you disbelieve now." the Professor says in one of his rare moments of intellectual insight.

He runs towards the opposite hall and dropping his suitcase uses it as a stool to reach one of the torches.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The scouts run into the next hall, although the Professor stops long enough to grab a torch from one of the sconces. As the party enters the room they can see that it is massive with a series of steps that leads from the center of the 60 foot square room to the far wall. At the top of the stairs is an empty throne. The source of the drums appears to be this room, as there are a line of large hide-covered drums on either side of you. The sound of beating drums rises and grows loud here, though there doesn't appear to be any actual drummers. The two spider swarms follow the heroes inside, though they begin to crawl along the walls and into the darkness of the high ceiling, making it hard to see what is your tiny, magically-spawned opponents are actually about to do.

During this short lull of battle you see another familiar person appear as if from nothing. It is the short and stout Krindorf the Red.

 

[Dragonwriter]

Duncan stops, bracing his hands on his knees, panting for air. “For a land of dreams, this is much more like a nightmare,” he manages, before looking up and seeing the new arrival. The Scotsman stares, mouth agape. ”Another captive? How’d you get in here?”

As he listens for the reply, Duncan looks around the room, trying to keep an eye on the swarming spiders.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Krindorf approaches cautiosly. He narrows his populated eyebrows. "Ye fer real? Dis whole place, it's like di masterpiece 'f Loki! How did ye get 'n 'ere, how do I know yer fer real and not just another nightmarish creature?" the Nordic man asks.