Chapter 3
Dace gritted her teeth. Great, Tarq's back and now Schnitzel was here too, she thought. Why not have a party? Invite the whole damn LoD_GBR_2 channel, if you like, why don't you!
She forced a smile,
"Hi Schnitzel. Hi Tarq. Sorry I knocked you out. Then left you to..Uh.Die."
"Um..That's OK." Tarq replied. As usual, he didn't understand.
"Heya Tarq! Heya Schnitzel! How was the Moo Moo Farm?" Azrael asked, in a genuinely happy tone.
"I got this rare Circlet!" Schnitzel exclaimed.
"What Moo Moo Farm.?" This was Tarq. It was all very confusing for him.
"What're the stats?" queried Dace with a sigh.
Half an hour later, Dace was hacking at Devilkins,
"So, you have a teleport amulet now?" she asked, interested. Schnitzel knocked a Thorn Beast out with his bone wand,
"Yup! 25 charges and everything. It rocks." Dace skewered a Yeti, which was creeping up on the necromancer (Yetis don't creep that well, but there was no better word for the movement of the beast but 'creeping'). She gave Schnitzel a dazzling, sharp-toothed grin,
"Can I have it.?"
The necro cursed a bunch of Devilkins, who writhed a bit.
"No. Mind out: demons."
~**~
Azrael ran over to the barbarian and the necromancer,
"Have you got the Waypoint yet? Tarq just tripped over it. Over there," he waved a hand. Dace and Schnitzel looked around and saw Tarquin on the floor, rubbing his head. Schnitzel peered. He raised his arm and cursed a yeti in the distance. Azrael raised his bow and shot at it. It fell to the ground, making its death sound, whatever that was.
~**~
"How close are we?" asked Dace.
"We've got to go through the jail, through the Cathedral and then down the catacombs." Informed the all-knowing Azrael, who had strong connections with the Sightless Eye, it seemed.
Tarquin blinked,
"My head hurts. I think the floor hit it." Azrael rolled his eyes and smirked at the others,
"He should have a leash!"
Dace and Schnitzel glared blankly. Crickets made clicking noises. The barbarian, whose life revolved around killing things and getting the gold and jewels (and, perhaps the popularity, but that came with the gold and jewels) at the end, and the necromancer, who was only concerned with darkness and death, were never in the mood for humour and since the archer wasn't funny anyway, they just slinked off into the barracks. Azrael was left with the fallen figure of Tarquin, in the waning light of the sun,
"You could have at least pretended to laugh!" he yelled at the retreating figures. "Perfectly good comedy," the archer muttered, "And the only people who I happen to hang around with are either humourless or as thick as a brick."
Slinging his bow over his shoulder and grabbing Tarquin by the scruff, he stalked off into the barracks after his companions.
As they entered the barracks, it was extremely dark. All they could see was a little square of moonlight let in by a broken window, and the flame of a torch held by the Baron, up ahead. As the archer walked faster to catch up was his companions (dragging the dim-witted sorcerer behind him), he could hear the shrieks of demons being slashed to bits by Dace, and the occasional squeaks from Schnitzel, such as,
"Argh! It's gnawing my bloody arm!" or, "It's bloody well shaggin' my leg!" These were all abruptly cut off by the well-known whistle of Dace's sword, and a mutter of,
"Stop whining, you dolt."
Once they had regrouped and the room had been emptied of demon life, they looked around. Schnitzel wondered how the sisters lived here (he thought they might have been called the 'Sightless Eye' because of their disgusting choice of wallpaper); Azrael wondered why the layout was so stupid (and when they were going to have dinner); Dace thought about the carnage that had happened (and what was for dinner), but Tarquin just didn't.
Dace gritted her teeth. Great, Tarq's back and now Schnitzel was here too, she thought. Why not have a party? Invite the whole damn LoD_GBR_2 channel, if you like, why don't you!
She forced a smile,
"Hi Schnitzel. Hi Tarq. Sorry I knocked you out. Then left you to..Uh.Die."
"Um..That's OK." Tarq replied. As usual, he didn't understand.
"Heya Tarq! Heya Schnitzel! How was the Moo Moo Farm?" Azrael asked, in a genuinely happy tone.
"I got this rare Circlet!" Schnitzel exclaimed.
"What Moo Moo Farm.?" This was Tarq. It was all very confusing for him.
"What're the stats?" queried Dace with a sigh.
Half an hour later, Dace was hacking at Devilkins,
"So, you have a teleport amulet now?" she asked, interested. Schnitzel knocked a Thorn Beast out with his bone wand,
"Yup! 25 charges and everything. It rocks." Dace skewered a Yeti, which was creeping up on the necromancer (Yetis don't creep that well, but there was no better word for the movement of the beast but 'creeping'). She gave Schnitzel a dazzling, sharp-toothed grin,
"Can I have it.?"
The necro cursed a bunch of Devilkins, who writhed a bit.
"No. Mind out: demons."
~**~
Azrael ran over to the barbarian and the necromancer,
"Have you got the Waypoint yet? Tarq just tripped over it. Over there," he waved a hand. Dace and Schnitzel looked around and saw Tarquin on the floor, rubbing his head. Schnitzel peered. He raised his arm and cursed a yeti in the distance. Azrael raised his bow and shot at it. It fell to the ground, making its death sound, whatever that was.
~**~
"How close are we?" asked Dace.
"We've got to go through the jail, through the Cathedral and then down the catacombs." Informed the all-knowing Azrael, who had strong connections with the Sightless Eye, it seemed.
Tarquin blinked,
"My head hurts. I think the floor hit it." Azrael rolled his eyes and smirked at the others,
"He should have a leash!"
Dace and Schnitzel glared blankly. Crickets made clicking noises. The barbarian, whose life revolved around killing things and getting the gold and jewels (and, perhaps the popularity, but that came with the gold and jewels) at the end, and the necromancer, who was only concerned with darkness and death, were never in the mood for humour and since the archer wasn't funny anyway, they just slinked off into the barracks. Azrael was left with the fallen figure of Tarquin, in the waning light of the sun,
"You could have at least pretended to laugh!" he yelled at the retreating figures. "Perfectly good comedy," the archer muttered, "And the only people who I happen to hang around with are either humourless or as thick as a brick."
Slinging his bow over his shoulder and grabbing Tarquin by the scruff, he stalked off into the barracks after his companions.
As they entered the barracks, it was extremely dark. All they could see was a little square of moonlight let in by a broken window, and the flame of a torch held by the Baron, up ahead. As the archer walked faster to catch up was his companions (dragging the dim-witted sorcerer behind him), he could hear the shrieks of demons being slashed to bits by Dace, and the occasional squeaks from Schnitzel, such as,
"Argh! It's gnawing my bloody arm!" or, "It's bloody well shaggin' my leg!" These were all abruptly cut off by the well-known whistle of Dace's sword, and a mutter of,
"Stop whining, you dolt."
Once they had regrouped and the room had been emptied of demon life, they looked around. Schnitzel wondered how the sisters lived here (he thought they might have been called the 'Sightless Eye' because of their disgusting choice of wallpaper); Azrael wondered why the layout was so stupid (and when they were going to have dinner); Dace thought about the carnage that had happened (and what was for dinner), but Tarquin just didn't.