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<blockquote data-quote="spyscribe" data-source="post: 1041878" data-attributes="member: 5808">Part the Very FourteenthIn which: oddly enough, the chest is not opened.(as recorded by Fajitas)&nbsp; &nbsp; “What do we think this is?” Cyrus asks.&nbsp; &nbsp; “It’s a spare,” Missola pipes up from the back of the room.&nbsp; They all turn to look at him, but only Anvil notices the small bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.&nbsp; &nbsp; “We should try it anyway,” Anvil says.&nbsp; &nbsp; Cyrus, grinning now, fits the key into the lock.&nbsp; Click.&nbsp; He tries to lift the lid…&nbsp; &nbsp; … and nothing happens.&nbsp; The lid won’t budge.&nbsp; Cyrus tugs and pulls, but the lid is still locked tight.&nbsp; Thatch, the strongest of the group, has a go, but it won’t open for him either.&nbsp; “Um. Maybe we’ll get better leverage on the floor,” he suggests, and tries to move the chest.&nbsp; But, to his surprise, the chest won’t move from the table. &nbsp; &nbsp; “What the…” Cyrus mutters, as Thatch pushes the chest back and forth.&nbsp; The table moves, but the chest doesn’t.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Perhaps…” Reyu says as she steps over to the chest.&nbsp; She grabs it and lifts -- but not as if she is intending to move it.&nbsp; Instead, she lifts it as if the chest were on a hinge, like it is merely the lid to some other chest.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The chest moves, revealing a small, black-lined compartment in the table beneath it. It is clearly magical, as the compartment is too deep to fit in the small table the chest was sitting on.&nbsp; Inside the compartment is a leather bound book.&nbsp; &nbsp; Reyu smiles and reaches in for it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Behind the party, Missola snarls, grabs a sword down off the wall, and charges at them!&nbsp; &nbsp; The Watchmen are taken by surprise as Missola’s two guards come at them, and hastily defend themselves.&nbsp; Missola himself charges at Reyu, who drops the book and manages to avoid his attack.&nbsp; Desalle, snarling, takes his aggression out on Anvil by casting magic missile.&nbsp; A blue-white bolt of energy strikes the Justicar in the chest.&nbsp; &nbsp; The party quickly responds in kind.&nbsp; Thatch, wielding his uncle’s greatsword, catches Missola with a mighty blow.&nbsp; Reyu backs off to give Thatch room and readies her short spear for the next attack.&nbsp; Cyrus and Anvil both draw, Cyrus focused on Missola while Anvil goes after Desalle.&nbsp; However, before either can attack, Hue, hiding behind the table with the chest, casts grease.&nbsp; The floor ripples beneath the combatants, and suddenly the entire area is covered by a slick, oily fluid.&nbsp; Wham!&nbsp; Desalle and Missola fall to the ground, as does Anvil on his way to his target.&nbsp; Cyrus keeps his feet, but his swing goes wide as he tries to adjust to the unstable footing.&nbsp; &nbsp; Missola flails about with his weapon, keeping the party at bay but failing to inflict any damage.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Desalle, scrambling across the slickened floor, fires another bolt of energy at Anvil.&nbsp; Anvil is now fairly injured, but he scrambles out of the greased area and swipes at Desalle.&nbsp; Thatch stumbles to regain his feet, as Reyu and Cyrus both strike Missola.&nbsp; And then, as suddenly as it appeared, the grease evaporates like water on hot pavement.&nbsp; &nbsp; But Hue is already casting again.&nbsp; This time, a cone of multi-colored light flies out of his hands.&nbsp; Beams strike various combatants.&nbsp; Missola’s two guards instantly drop.&nbsp; Missola and Reyu are also caught in the cone, but seem to shrug off any effects.&nbsp; “Oops!&nbsp; Sorry!” Hue calls out to Reyu.&nbsp; &nbsp; The two Watchmen, now that their opponents have fallen, turn their attention to Desalle.&nbsp; The chamberlain, still on the ground, is suddenly faced by three swords: Anvil’s plus the two Watchmen’s.&nbsp; He snarls defiantly, but raises his hands in surrender.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Missola, still undeterred, rises to his feet and strikes Thatch with a furious blow.&nbsp; But the young farm-boy responds in kind, as do Cyrus and Reyu.&nbsp; Missola falls, unconscious and bleeding.&nbsp; The battle is over.&nbsp; The din of combat gives way to gasps of pain and panting for breath&nbsp; &nbsp; And, in all the chaos, no one notices as Hue, still hiding behind the table, slips the two potions that they removed from the chest into his pack.&nbsp; Well, no one but the Ferret notices, and he doesn’t say anything.&nbsp; But one can almost hear him thinking, Excellent work, Hue.&nbsp; These will be of great value to m-- er, “us”.to be continued…</blockquote>

[QUOTE="spyscribe, post: 1041878, member: 5808"] [b]Part the Very Fourteenth[/b] [i]In which: oddly enough, the chest is not opened. (as recorded by Fajitas)[/i] “What do we think this is?” Cyrus asks. “It’s a spare,” Missola pipes up from the back of the room. They all turn to look at him, but only Anvil notices the small bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. “We should try it anyway,” Anvil says. Cyrus, grinning now, fits the key into the lock. Click. He tries to lift the lid… … and nothing happens. The lid won’t budge. Cyrus tugs and pulls, but the lid is still locked tight. Thatch, the strongest of the group, has a go, but it won’t open for him either. “Um. Maybe we’ll get better leverage on the floor,” he suggests, and tries to move the chest. But, to his surprise, the chest won’t move from the table. “What the…” Cyrus mutters, as Thatch pushes the chest back and forth. The table moves, but the chest doesn’t. “Perhaps…” Reyu says as she steps over to the chest. She grabs it and lifts -- but not as if she is intending to move it. Instead, she lifts it as if the chest were on a hinge, like it is merely the lid to some other chest. The chest moves, revealing a small, black-lined compartment in the table beneath it. It is clearly magical, as the compartment is too deep to fit in the small table the chest was sitting on. Inside the compartment is a leather bound book. Reyu smiles and reaches in for it. Behind the party, Missola snarls, grabs a sword down off the wall, and charges at them! The Watchmen are taken by surprise as Missola’s two guards come at them, and hastily defend themselves. Missola himself charges at Reyu, who drops the book and manages to avoid his attack. Desalle, snarling, takes his aggression out on Anvil by casting [i]magic missile.[/i] A blue-white bolt of energy strikes the Justicar in the chest. The party quickly responds in kind. Thatch, wielding his uncle’s greatsword, catches Missola with a mighty blow. Reyu backs off to give Thatch room and readies her short spear for the next attack. Cyrus and Anvil both draw, Cyrus focused on Missola while Anvil goes after Desalle. However, before either can attack, Hue, hiding behind the table with the chest, casts [i]grease[/i]. The floor ripples beneath the combatants, and suddenly the entire area is covered by a slick, oily fluid. Wham! Desalle and Missola fall to the ground, as does Anvil on his way to his target. Cyrus keeps his feet, but his swing goes wide as he tries to adjust to the unstable footing. Missola flails about with his weapon, keeping the party at bay but failing to inflict any damage. Meanwhile, Desalle, scrambling across the slickened floor, fires another bolt of energy at Anvil. Anvil is now fairly injured, but he scrambles out of the greased area and swipes at Desalle. Thatch stumbles to regain his feet, as Reyu and Cyrus both strike Missola. And then, as suddenly as it appeared, the grease evaporates like water on hot pavement. But Hue is already casting again. This time, a cone of multi-colored light flies out of his hands. Beams strike various combatants. Missola’s two guards instantly drop. Missola and Reyu are also caught in the cone, but seem to shrug off any effects. “Oops! Sorry!” Hue calls out to Reyu. The two Watchmen, now that their opponents have fallen, turn their attention to Desalle. The chamberlain, still on the ground, is suddenly faced by three swords: Anvil’s plus the two Watchmen’s. He snarls defiantly, but raises his hands in surrender. Meanwhile, Missola, still undeterred, rises to his feet and strikes Thatch with a furious blow. But the young farm-boy responds in kind, as do Cyrus and Reyu. Missola falls, unconscious and bleeding. The battle is over. The din of combat gives way to gasps of pain and panting for breath And, in all the chaos, no one notices as Hue, still hiding behind the table, slips the two potions that they removed from the chest into his pack. Well, no one but the Ferret notices, and he doesn’t say anything. But one can almost hear him thinking, [I]Excellent work, Hue. These will be of great value to m-- er, “us”.[/I] [i]to be continued…[/i] [/QUOTE]

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