We tethered the horses and found our way into the sewers-leading-to-catacombs. It was just as unpleasant as the last time. We’d walked for some time when we came across some barred doors in the passage. For once we’d elected to use caution. Miaako went first, since he was the best qualified to do so.
Turned out that was for the best since he almost got clawed by something unpleasant. A wight, I think. He flailed backwards in a way that tried to be graceful, but at least he managed to avoid getting clawed. Then another barred door opened and another wight showed up.
Another squawk and flail indicated a new player, a wraith this time.
This just keeps getting better and better.
Another wight. Don’t know why I’m surprised. This will end badly. I think we walked into a nest of the damn things…
Miaako was freaking out, there is no other term for it, but he was at least accomplishing things. Ceor managed to finish off two of the wights, though we still had a lot more. The wraith that tried to hit Miaako came through the wall and tried to hit Ceor, failing fortunately. Another wraith showed up in the chamber next to myself, Keshemet, and Reeshka. Fortunately, undead do not like fire, though I wasn’t quite able to put it down.
I do think Keshemet was taking a bit too much joy in making Miaako uncomfortable, even if it did help. Reeshka did quite a bit more; undead really don’t like positive energy.
Miaako got slashed by one of the wights, though it looked like he’d just taken the wound, not any of the nastier things wights can do.
One of them was throwing rusty metal at us to no effect. I don’t even.
Miaako actually nearly got one wight to hit another, but it lead to ineffectual flailing. That was the point when one of the wraiths hit me. It was seriously one of the most awful experiences of my life. Cold and nasty and hungry. And not just a little painful.
I promptly set it on fire again. That took care of it. Then I decided to lean on the wall and catch my breath.
At least the others were doing somewhat better. Reeshka found a novel use for one of her cure moderate wounds wands.
It is rather entertaining to see Miaako dodging in such a way that they end up hitting each other more than him. And it is rather nice when they drop down to managable numbers. The remaining few didn’t last much longer, once Miaako and Ceor started seriously stabbing things.
I hate the undead.
They didn’t have much worth taking, though closer inspection showed the rusty chunks of metal used to be knives. Didn’t do them much good.
We proceeded on, eventually coming across another light. Reeshka said the surrounding stonework was imported limestone, if that made a difference. Miaako could hear something else moving around up ahead, and no one was really surprised when we came across four or five skeletal figures dripping green slime. Fortunately, they seemed to be trapped behind barred gates they couldn’t move. We started through, and started running as soon as we heard metal shrieking. The skeletons were trying to force their way through and we decided we wanted no part of that.
We ran for a good ways, before we came to a more cylindrical structure… with a large air elemental hanging about in it. It was staring at us, though fortunately more curious than hostile. After a quick tongues spell courtesy of Keshemet, I decided to address it. The short of it was that someone, probably the designers of the city, bound it down here. At a guess, to keep the possible explosive gases from building up in the sewers.
I decided it couldn’t hurt to let it out. It could only help us if Friula has problems with explosive sewers, and it might be able to help us in our quest to assassinate a member of the Bibliotory. Win win, either way. I dispelled the barrier, and let the elemental out. We’d get to the surface eventually, and that’s what I told him.
About an hour later, we came upon a larger room, that seemed to be a statue surrounded by columns. The air was noticeably cooler; I think it was another part of the ventilation system. Miaako got close enough to poke it, and realized that the eyes of the statue were diamonds.
It was interesting to see how conflicted he was. He started prying the diamonds out, which I’m sure will have some sort of side effect. He wrenched one out, and cracked the statue in the process. If it seemed like a planar effect, I’d stop him, but I think it’s just an arcane effect. Naturally, as soon as he did, he got hit with a painfully cold blast of air. Then we decided to leave. As we did, we could hear the sound of ice forming… I think Miaako removed important regulating components of it. This should be good.
It took us three more hours to get up to the actual sewers, about the place where we thought the manor would be, if our maps were accurate. We could see two places where light was filtering through, one bigger than the other. Miaako climbed up to the bigger one to see if he could tell where we were. He heard a guard, and came back down. We elected to try the other.
It ended up in a privy, of course.
We managed to get up before the air elemental did the same… spraying unpleasantness EVERYWHERE.
I’m going to have to burn these clothes later.
Of course, we couldn’t do this quietly, and we attracted the attention of the guards. Then things just got ridiculous. It really did.
Mind you, we had just erupted from a privy, and were standing there, covered in shit, and about to go on a rampage.
This isn’t even weird anymore.
Miaako and I ran up the stairs, on the assumption that the others would be right behind us.
This was not the case. So I came back down to find that more guards had emerged and decided to do something about it.
This didn’t really make things any less ridiculous. Keshmet’s learned Hideous Laughter, apparently. We dealt with them, and then got up the stairs… to find more guards. Naturally. Quite a few of them, actually. We’d tried to not kill the ones on the floor below, I guess because I felt like indulging Ceor, but I think our patience has run out at this point.
There is a term called ‘curb stomping’ that seems appropriate.