"My hero," she wryly grinned as she leaned on Blackbird McAllister's shoulder for stability. "How about we not do that again." Akasha glances up and looks across the room to a very unwelcome sight.
Akasha comes to as she is being dragged towards the fire. "Never took you for the frisky type" she mumbles. Her mouth felt like a sandpaper covered desert but her few minutes of unconsciousness had apparently done a lot of good and she slowly rose to her feet.
"My hero," she wryly grinned as she leaned on Blackbird McAllister's shoulder for stability. "How about we not do that again." Akasha glances up and looks across the room to a very unwelcome sight.
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The adventurers settle below a ring of flames, into a dark chamber filled with still more books.
Akasha wearily looks around, "I think I may have gone a little overboard on that one" she wearily says, not even turning to look at Blackbird. Akasha falls in a pile - weary in both mind and body. "Just give me a minute" she whispers as her eyes flutter shut. They are stinging a bit from the smoke still clinging to her clothes and hair. Blackbird McAllister coughs against the cloud of smoke filling the lower chamber. He wraps his arms around Akasha's chest, and drags her over to the outline of a doorway. Now that some damage is done to the Shadow Guard Akasha leaps back. Just in time it seems as the Shadow Guard she was attacking begins to free one of his four thick muscular arms from the bonds of mold spores.
Akasha yells at Blackbird McAllister to get clear of the moss mat as she summons the hottest burning fireball she can muster. Akasha hurles the fireball at the base of the moss. Instantly the mold is dried and begins to catch fire, as does the dry floor boards beneath. The two Shadow Gaurd are trapped between two intense and growing infernoes. Blackbird McAllister manages to move out of range just as Akasha's flames ignite around the Shadow Guard. He is still close enough to look into what should be the face of the Shadow Guard he was fighting. The thrashing and agony one would expect is missing, the ceature makes no movement at all. Lunging forward Akasha begin furiously slashing at the Shadow Guard closest to her. She attempts to avoid the mold pinning it down but can already see it beginning to pull apart. Knowing it is only a matter of time before the Shadow Guard are free she tries to make every blow count!
AKASHA (40 761 300) 53 Defense - Dagger, Silver Dagger 14 XP SHADOW GUARD (27 335 0) 39 Defense - Broadsword 14 XP Shadow Guard loses 14 defense points in the fight. Blackbird McAllister takes advantage of the opportunity to dispatch some pain into the other Shadow Guard while it is pinned to the floor. He advances to the moss mat and squeezes in between two tall mold spores. Blackbird wields his daggers tightly, and thrusts the tips directly into the empty hooded face of the creature. The Shadow Guard begin to advance on the adventurers, gliding forward instead of lurching as one might expect for a creature their size. Their four arms swinging broadswords, brandishing shields, and swaying with each step.
Praying that the fire had not dried the room out too much Akasha begins quickly muttering some incoherent words. She stretches out her hands towards the floor directly beneath the Shadow Guard and smiles as she feels the smallest semblance of life... "I bet you'll never complain about mildew again" she yells at Blackbird McAllister as a wave of greenish energy pours from her fingers. Starting at the feet of the Shadow Guard, a carpet of green quickly unfolds spreading in a mat of moss on the floor. The green wave of energy continues to emit from Akasha and given life to the mat. From different points across the mat large spores begin to form, and rise - many times larger than any simple fungus or mold either of them had ever seen. Coughing a bit and catching her breath Akasha leans gently back against the wall, shattered pieces of wood lay scattered at her feet and she marvels for a moment at the savage force of the impact this old door had just received. Glancing up she sees two men, or at least it looks like the cloaked figures are men, stop and stare at she and Blackbird McAllister.
Still a bit wheezy she manages to spit out a few words. "Um, the whole book mess outside... that was his fault," she says quite matter of factly as she points a condemning finger at Blackbird McAllister! Akasha smiles pleasently hoping for some new friends. She glances at Blackbird McAllister, a feeble attempt at telepathy, yelling in her mind to be ready for what she fears is the worst possible time for a fight. Akasha whirls around and thumps Benzikin on the arm, "That whistling is driving me up the wall!" She shouts. In her furor she failed to notice her proximity to the books and unwittingly smacked the closest pile pretty hard.
She cringed inside knowing that it was too late, the wall of books next to the party began to slowly lean more and more, until a tidal wave of books proceeded to the East. Soon the cramped hallways of time were nothing but piles of scrolls and leather bound stories piling haphazardly in what sounded like a stampede. Akasha stumbled towards the door coughing and sneezing through the near impenetrable cloud of dust the avalanche of books had caused. As her eyes began to burn and her mouth became dryer than a desert rock she felt the door with her groping hands. Frantically fumbling with the latch she hoped relief was waiting on the other side. Blackbird McAllister was caught completely off guard by the tumbling stacks of books. He darted forward narrowly missing a cascading wave of pain - began to trip over Benziken - and made a frantic beeline for the door frame. Akasha is pretty sure the sound she heard was coming from the east, "Lets head left gents, as it now appears I am the only lady present than someone has to lead your smelly beards around."
As Akasha turns to the left she scans the countless books and scrolls along her sides, absent mindedly hoping that one of the numerous tomes would catch her eye, either riches or arcane knowledge, or even an interesting story to keep her occupied during the long sleepless nights as her male companians snore like a pack of overgrown boars. Blackbird McAllister edges along the corridor of books scanning titles for anything useful. If Elder Hirthryu's warning was any indication - the knowledge they seek will be further ahead and under heavy guard. The party begins to search the darkened halls for the Shadow Guard destroying tomes of ancient records and knowledge. Before venturing too far into one long passage Aiyana turns back. She waves her companions on and explains her intense fear over the situation. Aiyana flees up the stairs and out of the library.
Blackbird McAllister takes the lead, and lights his torch to help aid their search. Even the dim light of the torch is overwhelmed by the inky black darkness of this chamber. Akasha tugs on Blackbird's elbow and nods to the east. At this point she is pretty sure they are lost, but her keen sense of hearing detects movement off to the east. Akasha, feeling rather uneasy at the current claustrophobic turn of events quickly blurts out "Tell us what you know about the Silor family or I will burn all these books along with your wrinkled body." She holds a smoldering orb of orange energy menicingly in her right hand, casting an eery glow across her dark face.
The old man, Elder Hirthryu, merely raises an eyebrow at Akasha. His tilted head conveying both disbelief at the outburst, and a hint of eagerness to do battle. Blackbird McAllister raises a hand between the tiny old man and Akasha attempting to evade any argument that might ensue. "We might hear him out Akasha, before setting him and his books ablaze in a fit of fury." |
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