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Date Posted: 04:11:03 03/28/02 Thu
Author: Isobel
Subject: That magic touch...
In reply to: Erlic & Valhorek 's message, "And then there were more" on 20:38:29 03/27/02 Wed

Isobel looked up from the chair she was smashing just in time to see Ravin fall through the wall. She started toward the opening and was nearly there when Erlic went through next. She swore under her breath as she made it to the opening and spotted the chute. "Madre del Dios this place is full of unpleasant surprises," she murmured as she hopped onto the chute and slid down.

The sounds of battle grew louder and Isobel already had her sword out when she reached the bottom and scrambled to her feet, immediately hacking at the leg of one of the stone creatures, though she had little hope that it would do any good. Hacking at stone with your sword would likely only damage the sword. When she heard someone shout that the eyes were vulnerable, she pulled one of her knives from her bandolero and, scrambling atop a fallen golem, hurled the knife into another golem's face. It struck the nose and bounced off, taking a large chunk with it. The golem's huge fist connected with her shoulder and she went flying, ending up against the nearby wall in a crumpled heap.

She quickly got to her feet and prepared and threw another knife, this time with more success as the blade buried itself in the golem's eye. The creature emitted a deafening roar of pain that sounded like stone scraping stone. She tried to throw another but her shoulder was very painful and she found herself unable to throw properly. Swearing loudly at the creature, she somehow managed to shove her sword into it's other eye, giving it an extra push as the creature began to topple. It fell face forward on her sword, driving it deeper into the monster's head. Somehow the blade of her sword ended up sticking out the back of the golem's head. She had no idea the sword was that strong! It should have broken, but it had not.

She looked around, noting that the battle seemed to be over. Panting heavily, she tried to turn the golem over to retrieve her sword, but cried out in pain as her dislocated shoulder sent a stab of pain knifing through her body. "Stinking stone-faced pile of rubble! Hijo de la puta!" She braced her foot on its massive shoulder and shoved, turning it enough to allow her to grasp her sword and pull it out.

She nearly clubbed Valhorek when he suddenly appeared beside her trying to look at her shoulder. "Your bedside manner needs work!" She practically spat at him as he began to adjust her shoulder, making her grit her teeth in pain as he wrenched it back into the socket. Finally she subsided enough to let him finish his job and, as usual, he had her fixed up quickly, although there was no cure for the bruising other than time.

Finally when Ravin opened some of the chests she went to look, gasping in awe at the array of valuables that was revealed. "We are all fabulously wealthy," she said softly, apparently oblivious to the fact that they were stealing the wealth from whoever lived in this place. Or perhaps she merely felt that the person did not deserve to have such wealth, since he was obviously an evil and depraved individual.

She took a couple of wands and several gems and amulets and stuffed them into her pack, which was beginning to become weighty.

At last they all made their way up the stairs and found themselves at a door. Erlic checked it for traps and finally picked the lock and opened it. They found themselves in a bedroom that was opulently furnished and decorated. It was quite obvious that the person behind all this had expensive tastes.

Isobel rifled the dresser but found nothing more than clothing. She had no interest in stealing the presumed mage's underwear, so she merely closed the drawers again and watched as Erlic opened yet another door, this one to an extravagant bathroom. "I would not mind having a bath in that tub," she muttered, scratching at her neck. She really was feeling rather itchy and foul at the moment.

She stood pondering a nice soak in the tub with Ravin, imagining them washing each other's bodies slowly and sensually, their hands finally exploring the sensitive areas before they made slow love in the water in the tub. But her reverie was interrupted by a cry and a crash as Erlic was sent flying by a magical trap on another door.

"Frio, you must learn to be more careful," she teased as she watched Ravin disarm the trap and open the door.

They now found themselves faced with a laboratory, and Isobel did not like the look of the place. There were shelves upon shelves of puppets of all sizes, there were jars and beakers and quite a bit of odd equipment that she did not recognize. Some of the puppets looked so realistic Isobel wondered if they perhaps had been humans at one point. "This could be quite dangerous," she muttered, her eyes darting around the room for any sign of movement.

"There's something extremely wrong about this place," she heard Erlic say. "It's almost as if there's someone watching us. I mean really watching us." His words sent a chill up her spine and her eyes fell on a large, well-dressed puppet of a nobleman just as its eyes moved to look directly at her. A stab of cold fear shot through her heart but she pushed the feeling aside as she held the creature's gaze.

"I believe you are right," she answered Erlic as she slowly raised her sword, pointing the tip at the nobleman puppet. "This one is watching..." she said as she moved toward it. The thing grinned then, and Isobel found herself frozen in mid stride, unable to move. She tried to call out that she had been placed in a holding spell, but was unable to form the words. The puppet must be a mage! Perhaps it was the mage that controlled all of the puppets. She wished she could tell the others, but no sound would come out other than a soft gurgling noise.

Isobel fought against the spell, trying to free herself. She heard sounds of battle behind her but was unable to turn her head to look. And all the while the puppet seemed to be laughing silently at her.

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