The Castle - B2

"Oh…" the man says, suddenly a million miles away. The familiar waft of tobacco hits the man’s nose, and suddenly he sees his father there in the sloshing, damp depths of the castle.

For how long had his parents broken their backs for Gregory to afford his life of luxury in the city?…

How long had the scent of the leaf sat beneath his fingertips, reminding him of their toil as he bought his books and scrolls and arcane implements?…

The goblin’s voice is low and cautious as he replies to Anton’s question. "Yes, I think he was literally gliding," Frac mutters, his small, sharp eyes darting around the dark room as if the figure might suddenly reappear. "Like... floating in the air." His brow furrows slightly. "No footsteps, no sound... just moving, like a shadow slipping across the wall."

Frac then grabs a rope and adds a hook to it. He goes to investigate the area of concentrated bubbling about two feet wide in one corner of the room hoping that the cloaked figure does not returns.

Tibor takes the light hammer, clutching it tightly in his hand. I guess you can have that iron bar after all, he says to Anton, giving him the bar he previously ripped out.

My name is Tibor by the way, he says to the group. Stairs leading up sound appealing. I wouldn't mind getting out of this water. Although I'm not sure I'd want to run into that ghost... He says with a shiver.

Clarence watches everyone scurry about. He stayed in the middle of the room, twirling his new staff, imagining hordes of adoring fans watching him. Wizard Frac, any thoughts about that bubbling oozing pudddle in the corner? Looks nasty!

Anton took part in the search and observed what the others were finding and seeing. He could have used the hammer, but an improvised iron rod could certainly serve as a mace, or club of sorts. The lighting they had was clearly insufficient. He thought he ought to try and produce more light to facilitate their escape.

‘Madeera willing’, he had said earlier. It was time to ask his goddess for her assistance.

Clutching his holy symbol in one hand, he began intoning the prayer of orderly luminescence while gesturing at the tip of the iron rod. As he finished his prayer he opened his hand and moved it forward in an unsheathing movement.

Varos will drop back down and grab the dagger and stick it in the built in sheath in his boot. "As far as I could see it was just stairs in the balcony. Any other exits down here?"

"Keep back!" Gregory calls to the goblin wizard, wincing as the thing grasps for the goblin with murderous intent!

He has a spell for such an occasion, but it was a risky proposition with some much wet and slime about! The flames may not catch properly…

Varos seeing the zombie lunge out of the water will pull his dagger and throw it . Missing terribly Varos keeps his eye on the dagger so he can recover it. Must have been all that time hanging from the fetters, That has to be it.

FEAR THE MUSCLES OF CLARENCE "THE BODY" BODIUEX rings out as the musclebound fighter charges with all the grace of a wounded rhinoceros. Clarence lashes out with his off-balance staff.Clarence a solid blow on the shambling, water-logged corpse. Take that you putrid corpse! You have run into "the body" and now you will die. Again, I guess. For the second, or third, or HOWEVER many time!

Tibor hefts his newly acquired hammer in the air and lets out a battle cry as he charges the zombie.Struggling to get in a good position due to the water, Tibor swings the hammer wide of the zombie. whoosh

"Make way! Make way!" Gregory commands, as he steps forward and pulls his hands in close to himself! Even then, fire begins to lick at his palms, and the heat at his chest begins to rise!

He shoots his hands forward, and lets loose a torrent of fire on the wet, clawing zombie!

Frac complains and casts a protection from evil spell. He fails.

Satisfied with the powerful light flowing from the iron bar thank to Madeira’s edict, Anton moved forward to assist in the attack, swinging the light-bearing rod with what little strength he had.

Besides making strange shadows move all around the flooded torture chamber, Anton’s attack was entirely ineffective.