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"We can all talk later once the queen is free!" she reassures her faltering friend. "For now, get him, Song!" Bingle uses a big shriek to reassure extra well, but Song bites half-heartedly and misses again. If only Bingle had a melee weapon handy, not her clumsy old staff, something small and quick, lithe, evil -- oh siht, here is Kreb's dagger in her actual hand. Well, regret to inform that she takes a wide swipe at the departing lizard. AND IT MIGHT HAVE HIT. It might have hit him and she might have put a soul into that dagger.

The dagger is:
1. Kreb's dagger
2. Glasya's dagger.

3. Bingle's dagger.

But she missed. She watches the lizard run away, and then Song runs away, and Bingle stares for just a second. But then, from that direction she hears the imperious voice of Tumble, shouting orders! Hooray!

"Tumble, we're here! Falco, Fela, all! We've got to stop them from getting that corpse to the temple or they'll raise him with their evil god!"



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Fela, you call Saliber's warm and glorious healing, and you see Pyat's guts un-disgorging themselves back into his body cavity. Most of his superficial wounds close as well. His eyes get very wide, and he barks and hoots at you. You do not understand the words, (Bingle, he said, The god of Princess Eyeball is a bad-***!) but the tone is grateful and heartened.

Pyat runs at Bubble, and both the cult-lizards take the opportunity to try and snap his jugular open. One bites only air. The other, however, lines up for a Crit!killing blow but you intercede and you hear teeth crack and break as he bites viciously into your shield instead. He howls and Pyat laughs, his own teeth fastening on Bubble, ripping out his throat.

Falco, Bubble staggers, but even as he falls, he is passing the body of Valagnat forward, gasping out draconic nonsense. (Bingle, he says, Most devout Scale is lizard-in-charuuggugugugggrgrrrg that last bit devolving into a death gurgle.) That cult-lizard clutches the body with a panicky bark-growl-hiss-squeal. (Bingle, he says, Uh, I think even more devout Mudhole should be lizard-in-charge! BUT I WILL CARRY THE SHAMAN TO OUR GOD!

You can't quite see a way to dragon-breath them without murdering your new ally, so you swing your enchanted staff, alas, to no avail in these close quarters. You infuse Atar with life, closing some wounds, and he rallies enough to goozle his cheap trident right into Mudhole's gizzard. URF, says Mudhole, which needs no translation. Pyat comes abreast, and if the two of you stay where you are, those western lizards cannot get past you---but you hear Bingle hollering in common, telling you and Fela their dire plan to raise the Shaman...

Bingle, you target Scale who is now bearing the dark burden of the shaman's gross body, and your missiles slam into him: ONE! TWO! THREE! WIZ-RAD SIHT! Never fails, never misses. Halran runs in crazy-zooms all around the only lizard left there by you

Unfortunately, young Song is too spooked to continue. She disengages from the fight and goes galloping up the hall. She stops just past the doors, and as you glance behind at her, you see ax Tumble, her face streaked green and yellow with some kind of insane grease, run up beside her. GNOME INVASION? Song asks you wildly, but your words about freeing the queen have landed. She hesitates, confused.

Unfortunately, she has created a gap in the hall. Scale and Mudhole are both hurt, but they go cantering away toward those double doors, which are shell encrusted and carved with what looks like lilies and huge, staring reptilian eyes. Mudhole shoves them open, and they disappear inside. The last lizard left beside you cries in draconic, Wait for Pinktoe! and she disengages and runs after, Harlan sticking close.

Tumble, as you monk-sprint like a tiny little bullet train down the hall, slithering easily past the milling pair of civilians, you see a stream of lizards coming toward you. One is carrying a body, and you hear Bingle's warning that these dinks mean to resurrect the Shaman even as they duck into a set of ornate doors. The third lizard pauses, kind of in your way. She has Harlizard making her crazy, scootlign all over and around her feet.

A smallish lizard, probably a kid, runs up beside you, but she doesn't attack, and with your high passive insight, you don't think she is a threat. She seems confused more than anything. The doors are hanging open, and with just a step or two forward, you can see into the temple. Mudhole and Scale have run directly to what looks like a ritual pool, small and rectangular, in front of an altar. It is full of a dark liquid that glows with a deep green, seething, putrid light. Scale is trying to dump in the body....Behind this pool, over or on the altar, some huge mouth seethes and snaps? WHAT THE HELL? You can't make sense what is happening back there. You would need to go in there and look...

Fela, you face two lizards, all alone, clinging to your faith, your shield, your holy armor. Their bites miss, so their mouths are free to say words to each other (Bingle, they say Get her Scab! and Get her Fester!) One more trident clangs off your shield, but the last one finds it's way into a chink in your armor, and you slide to the ground, everything going dim around you...

 
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"Hello, ax Bingle! Are you hurt? This is ax Kosj, most beloved of queen Othokent!"

The ill-mannered lizards don't drop their weapons, but this is, in part, because they are brandishing a corpse instead. Bingle explains: the lizards are going to make a zomblizard! That's pretty cool. But Bingle seems not to agree, and Fela was also shouting about stopping someone, so maybe a zomblizard is actually a bad thing?

Tumble looks through the big doors at the two corpse-toting lizards, and deduces that they are trying to dunk the corpse in a Zombie Spa of some kind, perhaps to ensure that the zomblizard is comfortable and relaxed while its evil god does the raising. Maybe later Tumble will relax in it instead! But not right now.

Here's a difficulty: somelizards are good, somelizards are bad. Kosj says. But which is which? The lizards they just passed on the way here don't seem terrible. The smaller lizard running away from the scene seems fine. Bingle says the lizards carrying the corpse are bad (or at least they're trying to do something bad). The lizard running towards her is unknown! Not actually attacking anyone. But limpy and singed and bleedy, so has been fighting with Bingle and Fela and Falco? Hard to tell! What if Tumble accidentally does a murder on the most learned and beautiful regal Queen Othokent's favourite lizard?

Maaaybe it's best play it safe. She takes a little bottle from the bottle-holder on her bag. "Granny Peth's Slippery Unguent" it says on the label, and it's stopped with a little cork that she yanks off. Inside, it's black and greasy, and Tumble throws the little bottle overhand onto the floor between the Spa Lizards so its contents run out in all directions, then she slips into the room herself to have a good look at the spa and the jaws and the maybe-soon-to-be-a-zomblizard and all that very interesting stuff that's going on in there.



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All things considered, it weren't goin' too bad. Or so Falco thought. Sure, most o' th' cult lizards was either dead or runnin', but they seemed t' think they could bring th' shaman back. As a Hin who's died before 'imeslf, an' seen a friend return from death, he knew it were a real possibility. But them lizards was slippery. He swung 'is staff in vain.

Atar were able t' poke a few small holes but the body carriers was fast. They slipped into a room an' outta sight. He shouted t' 'is new friend among th' lizards, "Get 'em, Atar! Stab 'n' bite!"

The lizard didn't exactly know what he said, but he understood th' tone. Atar jogged down th' tunnel a bit only t' find Kosj slippin' a dagger in Pinktoe. He knew just what t' do in such a situation. Atar Dirty 20 for 6 damagelatched onto Pinktoe's neck from behind an' 16 to hit for 5stuck 'is trident in their side.

Falco heard th' bark o' draconic behind 'im an' turned thinkin' he'd be seein' Fela cut 'em down with her gleamin' sword. Only that weren't what happened a'tall. As he spun around 'is smile dropped th' same time the paladin hit the ground. "No," he said as he ran t'wards th' two lizards.

Th' warm bubblin' feelin' were still inside 'im, wantin' t' come out. Falco moved past Fela's still form, fer now, an' angled 'imself t' be facin' both lizards. Then, he took a deep breath and DC 13 Dex or 7 fire damage, half on savebelched liquid fire out into th' tunnel. He didn't wait t' see how it burnt 'em before hoppin' back over t' th' woman on th' ground.

Falco put 'is hand, th' one with 'is tattoo an' th' ring 'is Captain left fer 'im, on her shoulder an' willed life back into her body. The rose petal wilted an' fell from 'is wooden band t' be carried on a draft o' air an' come t' rest on her cheek. He gently shook her armored shoulder and said, "On yer feet Watcher, we still got work t' do."

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Attacking Pinktoe if they're still alive:
Bite: dirty 20 for 6 damage
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On yer feet Watcher, we still got work t' do.

It was less Falco's voice that roused her than the pain as her ribs shifted slightly insider her as the fissures and cracks from the last trident blow knitted repaired themselves under the druid's guidance. Her entire body is telling her mind "Go away. We're shut. Come back when we've had a week to lie here repairing ourselves. Shop's closed", and her mind is reluctantly admitting that her body might have a point for once. But Duty, ever-present Duty, had tricks and powers beyond Fela's understanding. Today, in Her inscrutable way, Duty had decided to impress a halfling corsair into Her service.

She'd done her job? Her job was never done.

Fela opens her eyes to the sting of smoke, fumbles blindly on the ground, finding the hilt of her sword but not her shield, moans from the pain of moving. Forget the shield, she needs something to take the edge off. As she pulls herself to her feet her free hand somehow manages to find the Rock Heart from her belt into her mouth. The sweet taste of it is almost as welcome as the pain relief, covering the smell of singed scales and the taste of blood. She feels Pyat squeeze behind her, bellowing something warlike ("Queen Othokent and Princess Eyeball will never fall!") as they through themselves against the lizards, and with a shrug and a "Yeah. What they said!" takes a grim two-handed slug at the lizard who downed her, powering through the trident thrown up to block it to dig into its thigh before whipping back up to hover near Falco, ready and waiting to parry the next blow against him.

Never. Done.


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Falco healed Fela for 6, and the Heart Rock Healed her for 11, so Fela has 17 HP.

Pyat movement: Squeezing through the hallway where Fela and Falco is should be difficult terrain, but 30' should just through
Pyat action: Attack Fester, missing both times.

Fela's stuff:
Bonus Action: Eat her Heart Rock, sweet breath+mystical vision+11 hp healed
Free action:
Movement: 15' to stand back up
Action: Attack e (not sure if it's Fester or Scab, the one who downed her) two handed, for 4 damage
Status: Holding sword two handed, so no shield, so AC=16
Reaction: Protection fighting style to prevent
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d10+2 (2)+2 Total = 4
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"Hello Ax Tumble! Hello Ax Kosj! We found the queen and she is in need of pants and freedom!"

Thank god Tumble is here who understands this order of operations.

"She's back where there's a lizard talking to a door! And no, this is not a gnome invasion!" Bingle snaps at Song. Well. Song is confused. Bingle considers generously that this may be Song's first armed insurrection. Coincidentally, this is also Bingle's first armed insurrection. In terms of how each person is handling this new experience, wizard and lizard, Bingle generosity cannot be stretched enough to say that -- ooop, Song just ran away down the hall.

"Hey Song!" Bingle calls after her. "See if the door is open now!"

If it was a magic lock and the magic lock was set by Valagnat then maybe it's open now that Valagnat is dead (but this is Bingle's first magic lock on a royal prison door, so maybe it doesn't work that way at all (but Song could at least try to be helpful instead of flapping around so dramatically (or patiently saying words into it like Armor))).

Having considered these important questions, Bingle looks around and sees Fela down, up again, and now facing off against two lizards. She runs into the crossroads, and slams another trio of green magic balls into one of them, then squeezes out an extra one for good measure.



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Falco, your Lizard allies are rallying. Pyat dodges an attack of opportunity to slither south, and you send Atar after Pinktoe. You hear ax Tumble yelling---oh hey the Monkvalry is here!--- and she has Somelizard with her, very small and quick, that hits Pinktoe from the other side. It's pretty much a wishbone situation for Atar and Kosj, with Pinktoe playing the part of the turkey-bone. (Well, by the end, Pinktoe is playing two parts of the turkey bone, if you follow me) Atar gets his wish, but Kosj is assured a long life. They put up their heads and ululate out a bloody OOOOOTHOOOOKEEEEENNNT! together.

You see Fela gasp and lose consciousness, and you dart forward, dodging a side-swipe bite from Scab. You pop your Hin jaws open, and it's weird, how your Hin mouth can blat out flames just as huge and fierce as the ones your much bigger Giant Lizard jaws unleashed. Scab and Fester crisp at the edges, then foam and shriek with rage. You step to Fela to infuse her with healing from the ring, expending its little petal for the day. It feels a sad kind of good to use your captain's last gift to you, but more good than sad when see your paladin surge up from the ground with her sword. Not today, Lizard Cultists!

Fela, you stagger upright, glancing to your new ally. Pyat has never seen a Hin projectile vomit flames onto his enemies. His trident droops, and it is hard for him to bite with his jaw unhinged. You shove the pink rock in your mouth, tasting mint and lemongrass, and you rally. Forget that shield. Gellan sent you here to negotiate, did he not? So now you negotiate your big sword into Scab and wiggle it around to give him plenty to think about. How's that for an opening offer, buddy?

As the stone dissipates, you feel a sudden surge of dizziness, and the world, the battle, fades---briefly, briefly. And you see... A young woman with delicate, plain features and a dress that is elegant, very well made --- but old. It hangs on her frame, but then is too tight on her pregnant belly. She holds one hand protectively over the swell. Oh, but she is so thin to be pregnant! That can't be healthy. She needs a bowl of hot grain with raisins and brown sugar, slices of ham and melon and toasted bread. All around her, half a dozen little fairies much like Pondweed surge, waving her back, squeaking and peeping in Sylvan that she is definitely going the wrong way, that she is definitely going to be killed----Alas, she cannot see or hear them. She consults a map. Spins. A few tears fall, but then it's up chin and forward feet! She is afraid, but determined. On she goes, fast as she can, until the fairies drop away.... You know this is the future. But you also know it's soon. She has lost the path, green swamp plants press in all around her, and then, behind her, you see something moving. Something. Very. Large.

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Bingle, Song dashes away up the hall. Is she listening to you? Who knows. Is she obeying your sensible idea? WHO EVEN KNOWS. Teenagers! (You are not, officially, a teenager. Not really. You are 119 + dagger time years old, so probably well over 200, no matter what Fela says about how long you were actually trapped in the dagger. Actually is a dumb word. You and Banx were in there, personally, and you and Banx know and agree: Years. And yet all this stays in parenthesis, because all these thoughts lead somehow to Pim. Trapped Pim. Did PIM wait 100 years? It was long for him, because PIM forgot you hadn't said his name? Should you talk to Pim again or simply close these on it ---> )

Here and now is dumb Fester. BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! Now he is dead and even dumber. Bye. Fester. From way behind you, you hear Armor holler in draconic, his voice echoing up the hall and through the battle: Still locked, Fire! I TRIED A LOT OF WORDS! Song is trying words now!

You see Scab is still standing, and he hisses like a cat and jabs his trident into Falco, hollering in draconic, ABOMINATION! ONLY DRAGONS MAY BREATHE DEATH! Then he snaps at Falco and shrieks, INFIDE-GAR GAR GAR where Infide--- is the beginning of another insult aimed at your corsair and GAR GAR GAR is the sound of Falco being chewed.

Tumble, you dash into the temple. Immediately, you are struck by the smell of salt and rot. Familiar. Familiar. You hurl Granny's Peth's vile oil under the feet of the two lazardfok who are toting the body of the Zomblizard-wannabe to a festering pool. The water burbles with a ghastly green shine, is sickly luminescent, but also filthy and opaque.

Mudhole immediately trips and slips and falls flat, but Scale---the one holding the corpse---keeps her feet, barely. You think Scale is going to chuck that corpse right on in there because if ever you saw a fetid pool capable of infusing a corpse with unholy life, it is this pool right here. But Scale doesn't chuck anything. Instead Scale very slowly and carefully lowers the body in, eyes rolling fearfully, careful not to touch the water or make a single splash as she (you think. HE? Who can tell with lizards, even though Scale is wearing only a shell necklace and some leather arm ties). The corpse slides under, thick bubbles glugging up. Mudhole gets up, steps around to you, and smacks and snaps blows that you dodge easily; he promptly goes claws over arse down in the oil again.

That's your moment to get a gander at the temple. It's a mess. The walls are lined with shell frescos, patterns and representative scenes, but some are smashed and some are just a few pieces in an obvious construction of new scenes and patterns. You can't really look at the details because the moving thing over the altar is--- A huge croc! Mouth snapping open and shut to show you a circle of long, spiky vicious ---at least a thousand--- teeth that all want to sink into a gnome monk. But Thousand Teeth cannot get to you, for all it strains and snaps. Thousand Teeth is...just a head, mounted on the wall, wearing a crown of cat tails. Just a head, but still---alive. Some hideous approximation of alive. Familiar! Familiar! You were not in the throne room to see the lazardfok fondness for good old fashioned taxidermy deco, but you have seen taxidermy before---but not milky-eyed and dead and moving. Thousand Teeth is possessed of the will to kill you... Just not the legs.

 
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The whole thing is very interesting. Pantsless queens! Door conversations! And an undead croc-head! Tumble hasn't just seen this kind of thing before, she's sat herself down and sketched a whole sketch of it, back when it was a bear.

"They are raising undead the same way as Per Crines!" she bellows into the hallway. Per Crines said the undead kobolds were nothing to do with him, but he's not around to argue back anymore, and Tumble is like Hah, see, I was right, these temple dudes are all bad news.

But now lots of new and interesting questions are raised. When they met the kobold in the cave, it was still sort of alive at the same time that it was sort of dead. It could talk, sort of, and had memories of its former life. Is this how the shaman will turn out? Or does that only happen if you're alive when you fall in the pool? Tumble would very much like to dunk Scale in to see what happens, in the interests of science, but she's got less time for the shaman who even though he's dead still seems like knid of a dcik. No good comes of people who smash up temples to install their own temple decorations. Iconoclasm; paradigmatically opposed to the archivalist aims of Narngeldem.

The pool, though. When Unne destroyed the machinery underneath the farmhouse, it made sure that Tumble couldn't get a sample of the stuff they were working with, and even before then Fela would probably not have appreciated Tumble walking around with little vials of the stuff. She's not here now, though...

It's tricky to Do A Science with lizards everywhere trying to stick their claws and teeth and tridents in you. She needs them to be distracted, so she distracts one with a handaxe to the shin, and the other with a pointy foot to the earhole.



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"I'm coming, Tumble!" Bingle calls down the hall. Tumble is talking about undead rituals. Harlan is sending her garbled images of a upside down lizard sliding into an oil bath (?!) and there's only one lizard left at the crossroads.

"Wham!!" she yells, sending a shiny little ball streaming whips and chains toward this last lizard standing. Wizard siht, warlock siht, balls of mossy green, balls of shiny black. Three arcane balls, one evil ball of devilish intent. I mean what does it even matter.

Bingle runs back down the hallway toward Tumble so she can see what Harlan is even doing. Oh, he's scrambling around outside the room, and in there she can see oil, lizards, a bunch of crap happening. Lizards sliding around in the oil and not getting hit. Tumble whacking with an ax. A lizard whacking around. Hard to tell! Siht!

"Armor! Please come and hold my hand!" she orders. She wargs into Harlan and sends him into the oil pool.



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Falco didn't know what th' lizard were shoutin' while he stuck 'im with 'is trident, but he liked it jus' a little more'n bein' stabbed. The crude weapon hurt more'n th' barkin' rebuke, it weren't so sharp like Kreb's Hell Knife or Bramble's cute dagger. No, this were a ragged thing that gouged at 'is side like gnashin' teeth. But whatever th' lizard said, it were 'is last words.

Between Fela 'n' her friendly lizard's slashes an' bites, an' then Bingle's zoomin' magics, th' last lizard in th' tunnel fell dead. Falco nodded t' 'is friends an' took off down th' hall t'wards where he heard Tumble shoutin' about Crines style undead. He jus' couldn't make out enough t' risk throwin' some o' 'is own magic in th' mix. "I'm on me way too!" That were jus' about all he could add fer now.

Atar raised 'is crest at Kosj showin' th' smaller lizard how happy he was she joined th' fight. He ululated in a moment of battle lust an' celebration then followed her int' th' room with th' pool an' shaman. He saw Mudhole on th' ground an' went in low fer a bite. Except when he hit th' oil, Atar slid jus' a little an' snapped 'is jaws over th' prone lizard. He meant t' stick scale with 'is trident as he bit Mudhole, but the slip caused 'im t' flail a bit. The thrust impaled th' air t' th' left o' Scale, but Atar managed t' stay upright. Even so, he hissed in frustration.

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Perhaps she shouldn't have stood up so fast. The vision is intense and over bright but Fela can still see Pyat and one of the lizards that downed her biting at each other through it, like when the blood rushes out of your head and everything goes a little white but you can still see the real world there behind it, like a fog made of fireflies.

There's an emotional overload to go with the sensory one, as well. Underfed pregnant woman, bravely (rashly?) pressing forward through the fey swamps, in imminent danger -- you couldn't write a vision more likely to make Fela feel more protective and Watcherly. But there was also continuing frustration, a hangover after being dragged back to consciousness to fight. Another job? More rescuing? Couldn't she just -- I dunno -- enjoy things for a bit? Competing visions fly from her heart, firefly-fog intensifying to a bonfire-blizzard. Her father handing her an elegant sword and dubbing her Springer, Innovation somehow there in the Templetome crowd making too-direct, meaningful eye contact with her. Helping Briony clean up the tables at the Snapping Line, the sailor's serious downturned face blooming into an uncharacteristically open smile at something Fela said. Plummeting through a fluffy white cloud on the back of a griffon, other Springers yelping with joy behind her. Instead: more duty.

From long, monotonous training her body knows how to fight even when her spirit is distracted. A quick weight-shift of a feint, and then heave the sword hard at the Lizard's shoulders, the trident just getting up in time to deflect it a bit, but the full two-handed force of the blow still scoring a glancing wound against its hip. Finally, a wisp of magic from over her shoulder downs the Lizard -- "Nice shot, Bingle!" -- and Fela has a moment's respite, lungs heaving, Pyat doing something disturbingly toothy with their face that Fela decides must be a smile.

She lets herself smile back, enjoys the triumph for a brief flash, before turning serious again, trying to gauge if reinforcements (pro or anti dragon) are coming down the hallway, racking her brain through all the expectant women she's recently seen or heard about to match the vision, plotting dragons and archfey and undead lizard shamans jostling at the periphery, all waiting to be dealt with.

"Who's next!"


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Pyat movement: Squeezing through the hallway where Falco is should be difficult terrain, but not far to get to Scab.
Pyat action: Attack Scab, hitting once for 3 damage

Fela's stuff:
Bonus Action:
Free action:
Movement:
Action: Attack Scab two handed, hitting for 5 damage.
Status: Holding sword two handed, so no shield, so AC=16
Reaction: Protection fighting style to prevent
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d10+2 (1)+2 Total = 3
(3) damage to Falco if attacked; AoO of Scab tries to run secondary.
 
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Tumble, the croc head snaps and gnashes, so many gnome-hungry teeth gleam and glimmer, desperate for you to politely climb the altar and stick your chompable body in between the jaws. How can a milky-dead, sunken eye seem so hungry? 1000 Teeth was an animal, so there is no way to tell if she retained memory or personality. You will have to wait for Valagnat to---whatever he may do.

You step in closer, perhaps trying to see a little Science happening in the sick-lit depths of this wrongful pool, but the opaque water hides all but a few thick eddies of movement on the scummed surface. Bubbles rise. The body of the shaman settling? Or UNsettling. You try to distract Scale with some good, old fashioned Dope Monk S***, but Peth's oil works against you as Scale janks and wobbles unpredictably, trying to stay on her feet. She lashes out with trident and teeth, the latter fastening briefly into your shoulder, but then the oil works for you as her feet slip out from under her. Her bite tears free and she lands on her butt at your feet, prone.

Kosj has the same problem getting her wicked little knife into Mudhole, who is rolling and writhing about. He rears up and sinks teeth deep into her side, anchoring himself, dragging himself standing and this time keeping his feet.

Falco, honestly, what the hell. You are back in your body, and it is briefly strange, now that you have a sec to move, to not be able to run right up a wall, and to have one sad set of eyelids. How can you even nictate? You cannot. You are having a hard time following all the yelled revelations. Bingle is swapping back and forth between common and the lizard-language, which sounds like a cat horking up a whole wool sock. All you can do is head for the temple, hoping that when you see inside things will become more clear. At least Scab bit it! Your ally Atar is already in the temple, skidding in oil, but keeping his feet, earnestly fighting.

You hustle up the hall as fast as Hin legs can carry you, and you catch a flash of movement from your chart-baubles. --- LIGHT! From the starry orb that Bramble gave you! You skid to a halt, your breath stopping, and peer in to see a route!---it goes dark again. Dark dark dark. It was just a flash. A little sputter. Like a pre-game warning, telling you the time is soon. That's the GREAT part. Here's the worrisome part. It was definitely a sea route. Falco, when the time comes, you will have to have a ship, or you will have no way to get to the Dusk Maiden...

Fela, remember when your dad said you had to go and sit in Glotten and be boredboredbored and read improving books and do your forms alone, no sparring, even, and wait it out until your brother's stupid wedding? Remember all the doing-absolutely-nothing you so dreaded? It looks a little better now...

But on the other hand, with a solid blow from you, your scaled ally, and the tarry ball of hell-woe Bingle zings over your shoulder, the last lizard in the hallway falls. Satisfying. It occurs to you as kind words leave your mouth that you just cheered an Eldritch blast and imagined a tiefling cheering you on at a ceremony in Templetome. Fela, are you growing up or getting ruined? Well, ruined people don't get promoted to Springer, and bad people don't get visions of young, hungry pregnant ladies needing help. That's paladin ****.

All the enemies in this hall have fallen. You get the breath you wanted, even if it is just that--- a single breath. Down the hall, two lizards stand holding each others elbows, blinking, anxious. One of them says, Pyat? BLARGLE BERK SNA SNA GROGANA BAR BAR BATATAKA BA BAR? Or some other such thing. And Pyat answers. You hear the name Othokent, and the lizards shuffle, staring at you with their big, orby eyes. They are unarmed, and seem uncertain. Your allies are running for the temple. Pyat looks to you.

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Bingle, the civilian is asking, Pyat, Why are lizards fighting lizards, why are the hallways full of Hins and gnomes and people? Pyat snaps that OTHOKENT is a prisoner, and tells them that soon the colony must choose a side, a god, a path. He hopes they make the right decision, and adds a colloquial, very lizardfolkian threat: Because my teeth are tired.

You call for Atar to come and hold your hand, and he does so, saying, Fire, why are you a gnome? OH WELL, can't answer. Gotta Warg now, bud! You feel the strange ring warm on your finger, and you pop into Harlan; at this exact moment, a strange wild high ethereal music fills the air. The lizards all look about wildly, spooked, but you cannot notice this. You are gone from you and you are small and quick and darty! HALRAN!

Your familiar skids through the oil and bloops into the pool. Blub, blub, blub. He blows out all his little bubbles, stretching himself out flat, legs pointing four ways, and spreads his little toes to create a slow drift downward. The water (water?) is slick and soft and oily. It is hard to see. He sinks, seeking Valagnat. He lands on ---something. A what! Spongy! He notices a thing. Or you do. Because you are him. The pool is full of grains of dark-light, green and insidious. Small small small, like grains of sand or salt. As Harlan goes, these little grains spin, almost as if they had life or will, and some near orient toward him and begins to cluster onto his body like bubbles...

 
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Fela is proud! Of her devil ball of evil! It was a nice shot and helped. Although she ran away, she watches Falco and Fela drop the last evil lizard in the crossroads. Briefly, she thinks about running back and stabbing his head with the dagger and trying to get him in there. But also, she's really far from him and the dagger seems so final. Once you're in there it's hard to get out. What if she made a mistake on which lizards were really bad. Anyway there's a temple pool and Harlan and a good lizard to compel.

What dagger?

The last thing Bingle hears in the hallway before she slides into Harlan's senses is Armor asking why she's a gnome. She feels his taloned claw fold into her hand and she grips it tight. She wants to be friends with Armor and Song. She will have to explain a lot of stuff to them, at the end of this. Hopefully they are alive. They seem nice, and it was fun goofing around with Falco as a riding lizard.

"I'm not a gnome. I'm a lizard," she tells him firmly. And by the end of making this claim, she is a lizard, sliding through the oil into the pond, and then descending, descending, finger-toes splayed. "I'm in the pool! There's green sand on me!" she reports.



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Later, maybe, Tumble will sit down and have a chat, croc-to-gnome, with Thousand Teeth, about the undead afterlife or whatever. Maybe someone, somewhere, in this lizard city, has a potion of Speak With Undead Taxidermy Croc Heads that she can buy, or barter, or just run off with. Who knows! Who knows what wonders there are in the wide, wide world, waiting to be discovered.

More wonders: this weird greasy bloopy stuff. What is Valignat doing down there? Is his soul being dragged back from wherever it was, howling and flailing, ready to be stuffed back into his floppy, greasy body? WHO. KNOWS. Not Tumble! But she wants to.

"What is happeni-ow?" she asks Scale, who probably doesn't speak Common even when not biting and stabbing. Not the best place to get an answer.

It's time now for a decision. What is more important? An Interview With A Freshly-Undeaded Shaman (shamanpire? vampan?), OR An Interview With the most fabulous, commanding, and perspicacious Queen Othokent? Honestly, both would be good. But Tumble intuits that she probably can't have both, and so it is with much regret that she takes her torch from her belt loop and lights it.

If Tumble was a praying woman, which she is not, she would probably turn her eyes to the heavens and beg forgiveness from whatever deity watches over Narngeldem. But no deity does, and so she doesn't, and so instead she just shrugs and drops the torch in.



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Ever'thin' dropped away fer a moment when th' flash lit up 'is fae gifted star chart. Falco simply stared at it, momentarily forgettin' about lizards 'n' dragons. Instead, he were plottin' a course. A course t' 'is Captain's ship. No, his ship. A course home. He'd be needin' a boat, an' soon.

But th' flash faded an' he were back in reality, underground, an' in battle. Th' action were all contained t' a small temple room where somethin' were happenin' with th' corpse o' th' dragon enablin' shaman. He trotted past Bingle, who looked like she were workin' some magic, an' over t' th' doorway where he abruptly stopped. Partly on account o' th' wall o' lizard an' oil spread across th' floor, but also th' giant crocodile head snappin' its jaws from th' wall.

Bingle called out somethin' about green sands in th' pool but falco were focused on th' croc head with its thousand teeth. Th' milky eyes an' mindless hunger reminded 'im o' th' poor bear he encountered outside Glotten. Now that he were thinkin' o' it, That were when he first encountered th' slippery green. Could that sand be th' same? "Th' green particles! I think that's what brings 'em back," he said aloud t' no one in particular.

Meanwhile, Atar were simply focused on th' enemies in front o' 'im an' the friends beside 'im. He were inspired by Kosj, th' beloved o' Othokent, when she sank her dagger in Mudhole, th' beloved of Nolizard. He looked down at Scale sprawled out on the oily ground and hissed. Scale, the beloved of Valagnant, who would always bite and take th' best offal for theirself from th' deer they all would hunt.

Atar plunged 'is trident down in Scale's side, pinnin' th' lizard. Then, he went in fer th' kill an' sank 'is jaws down on Sacle's neck. He twisted once an' warm blood filled 'is mouth. Scale twitched once an' then was still. Atar stood tall, frills unfurled, an' cried out in victory with Kosj, "OTHOKENT! OTHOKENT!" But, th' celebration threw 'is balance off an' he slipped in th' oil t' land in th' growin' puddle of Scale.

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