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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4922547" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 23, Part 5</p><p></p><p> Harold and Keeper turned the gate wheel until the heavy wooden gates swung open. As soon as they had it open enough for the turtle to fit through, Harold grabbed his bow and looked out the window.</p><p></p><p> Suniel stood beside him, watching the shadows around the gate for the creature the Scout had told him was lurking nearby while Bail and Kormak watched from below, near the turtle. Light snow continued to fall as they stood but there was no sign of movement anywhere in the city.</p><p></p><p>They waited a few minutes longer and still nothing.</p><p> </p><p>“Maybe it decided it's too cold to come murder us,” Kormak called up.</p><p> </p><p>“Enough of this waiting,” Bail said. “If we are going to do this, let's get going.”</p><p></p><p> “I think we should wait a bit longer,” Harold said. “We have good position from up here to see.”</p><p></p><p> Suniel shook his head. “Bail is impatient and things are strained enough as it is.”</p><p></p><p> Keeper pulled the trap door that led lower into the tower while Harold strained his eyes to see anything in the snow and shadows of North Spire.</p><p></p><p> “Come Harold,” Suniel said as he followed Keeper down the ladder.</p><p></p><p> Harold looked out into the city one last time then followed.</p><p></p><p> ***</p><p></p><p> Kormak was whistling and waving jauntily to Keeper as the construct walked out of the ground floor of the gate tower, when something massive hit him and sent him flying into the stone wall. He kicked his feet up instinctively as a huge gray-skinned form reached for him, its eyes glowing a pale white, tiny figures writhing within its exposed ribcage.</p><p></p><p> His foot slammed into its jaw, face, and hand again and again as its jaw distended as if to swallow him whole.</p><p></p><p> Arrows slammed into it and it lurched to the side as an enormous adamantine greatsword took off one of its legs. Then a blast of fire detonated against its forehead, blasting it apart down to the gaping ribs. The creatures inside it writhed as they burned and let out chilling wails, clinging to the ribs like prison bars as the things carcass slowly toppled over.</p><p></p><p> Bail stepped around it, pulled Kormak to his feet and gave him a quick look over. “You alright, dwarf?”</p><p></p><p> “Aside from almost being lunch, I'm fine,” Kormak said, patting himself down to make sure he was intact. “Yup, seem to still have everything.”</p><p> </p><p>They walked around the smoldering corpse and joined Suniel, Keeper, and Harold.</p><p></p><p> “Devourer,” Suniel said, nodding to the body.</p><p></p><p> “This thing is why I said we should leave your followers behind, Suniel,” Harold said, gesturing at it. “The Scout said there are other things as well that will pass right through that hut.”</p><p></p><p> “Let's not start this again now, Harold,” Suniel said, walking back towards the turtle. “Lets just get this thing moving and get it to the Spire.”</p><p></p><p> Harold jogged outside the gate and mounted up on his stallion while Kormak joined the others as they climbed atop the turtle-shell-scaffolding. “Turtle, I command thee, advance into the city!” Kormak called with a dramatic pose and gesture into North Spire.</p><p></p><p> Keeper imitated his pose almost exactly for a moment, then returned to his usual statue-stillness. <em>Was that another attempt at humor? </em> Kormak thought. </p><p></p><p> He glanced at Suniel, but the elf didn't seem to have even noticed as he stared out into the silent town. Bail just shook his head.</p><p></p><p> A moment later, Harold rode past the turtle and turned, a new cloak he'd dredged up from somewhere blowing behind him. “Follow me, I'll lead you to the Spire,” he shouted up to them.</p><p></p><p> “Very dramatic, but we can see it from here,” Kormak said, pointing ahead to the faint outline of the Spire visible even through the haze of snow.</p><p></p><p> “This way,” Harold said, as though Kormak hadn't even spoken. The archer turned his mount and trotted ahead through the snow.</p><p></p><p> Kormak glanced up at Bail. “You going to let Harold boss you around like that?”</p><p></p><p> Bail growled and squinted after the archer, but didn't do anything else. Suniel glared at Kormak.</p><p></p><p> “What? Just asking,” Kormak said, having a seat and dangling his legs off the edge of the platform and motioning Dog over. “I'm going to let him boss <em>me</em> around. Let him ride ahead and stir up the nasty ambushes of walking dead. He can have it.”</p><p></p><p> “Let's hope they walk,” Suniel said softly. “There are alternatives that are far worse.”</p><p></p><p> They were silent after that as the turtle pushed its way through the still, snow shrouded streets.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 4922547, member: 60965"] Session 23, Part 5 Harold and Keeper turned the gate wheel until the heavy wooden gates swung open. As soon as they had it open enough for the turtle to fit through, Harold grabbed his bow and looked out the window. Suniel stood beside him, watching the shadows around the gate for the creature the Scout had told him was lurking nearby while Bail and Kormak watched from below, near the turtle. Light snow continued to fall as they stood but there was no sign of movement anywhere in the city. They waited a few minutes longer and still nothing. “Maybe it decided it's too cold to come murder us,” Kormak called up. “Enough of this waiting,” Bail said. “If we are going to do this, let's get going.” “I think we should wait a bit longer,” Harold said. “We have good position from up here to see.” Suniel shook his head. “Bail is impatient and things are strained enough as it is.” Keeper pulled the trap door that led lower into the tower while Harold strained his eyes to see anything in the snow and shadows of North Spire. “Come Harold,” Suniel said as he followed Keeper down the ladder. Harold looked out into the city one last time then followed. *** Kormak was whistling and waving jauntily to Keeper as the construct walked out of the ground floor of the gate tower, when something massive hit him and sent him flying into the stone wall. He kicked his feet up instinctively as a huge gray-skinned form reached for him, its eyes glowing a pale white, tiny figures writhing within its exposed ribcage. His foot slammed into its jaw, face, and hand again and again as its jaw distended as if to swallow him whole. Arrows slammed into it and it lurched to the side as an enormous adamantine greatsword took off one of its legs. Then a blast of fire detonated against its forehead, blasting it apart down to the gaping ribs. The creatures inside it writhed as they burned and let out chilling wails, clinging to the ribs like prison bars as the things carcass slowly toppled over. Bail stepped around it, pulled Kormak to his feet and gave him a quick look over. “You alright, dwarf?” “Aside from almost being lunch, I'm fine,” Kormak said, patting himself down to make sure he was intact. “Yup, seem to still have everything.” They walked around the smoldering corpse and joined Suniel, Keeper, and Harold. “Devourer,” Suniel said, nodding to the body. “This thing is why I said we should leave your followers behind, Suniel,” Harold said, gesturing at it. “The Scout said there are other things as well that will pass right through that hut.” “Let's not start this again now, Harold,” Suniel said, walking back towards the turtle. “Lets just get this thing moving and get it to the Spire.” Harold jogged outside the gate and mounted up on his stallion while Kormak joined the others as they climbed atop the turtle-shell-scaffolding. “Turtle, I command thee, advance into the city!” Kormak called with a dramatic pose and gesture into North Spire. Keeper imitated his pose almost exactly for a moment, then returned to his usual statue-stillness. [I]Was that another attempt at humor? [/I] Kormak thought. He glanced at Suniel, but the elf didn't seem to have even noticed as he stared out into the silent town. Bail just shook his head. A moment later, Harold rode past the turtle and turned, a new cloak he'd dredged up from somewhere blowing behind him. “Follow me, I'll lead you to the Spire,” he shouted up to them. “Very dramatic, but we can see it from here,” Kormak said, pointing ahead to the faint outline of the Spire visible even through the haze of snow. “This way,” Harold said, as though Kormak hadn't even spoken. The archer turned his mount and trotted ahead through the snow. Kormak glanced up at Bail. “You going to let Harold boss you around like that?” Bail growled and squinted after the archer, but didn't do anything else. Suniel glared at Kormak. “What? Just asking,” Kormak said, having a seat and dangling his legs off the edge of the platform and motioning Dog over. “I'm going to let him boss [I]me[/I] around. Let him ride ahead and stir up the nasty ambushes of walking dead. He can have it.” “Let's hope they walk,” Suniel said softly. “There are alternatives that are far worse.” They were silent after that as the turtle pushed its way through the still, snow shrouded streets. [/QUOTE]
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