Off on another adventure...

[feathered_mages]

Arashi was not a happy Waltz. Old Aaron at the general store had told him the usual caravan bringing supplies for trade into Sarwin was late. Which meant there still wasn't a way to send the draft sketches of the weapon Arashi wanted to custom order off to be made. The Waltz is tempted to just fly out, find the dwarves, and deliver it himself

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"Mistral?" Silver pauses, doll held close.

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"It's all right," says Mistral, though good luck guessing if he's talking to Silver or the big cube of jelly. "It won't hurt us. Poor thing, it's stuck in this room. I wonder how they got it in here."

"You are not keeping it," repeats Arashi.

Blaze decides to test out Mistral's control of the Gelatinous Cube. After all, if it moves to attack him, he can teleport out of the way in a hurry. He'll step inside and make his way to the far door, eyes on the barely-visible cube.

The cube stays where it is and just jiggles a little, but makes no move to attack.

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Silver blinks and looks at the jelly. "I can get it out. But there are more orcs back there behind that door. And they're thinking about traps."

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"We'll see about that," says Blaze, and gets his knife ready just in case he doesn't get a chance to get a spell off.

"You don't need to get it out. He's not keeping it," mutters Arashi, moving through the room as well. Rydia joins them. Mistral raspberries Arashi before doing so as well.

And then Blaze opens the door. There is one orc in there, out cold in the middle of the floor near a treasure chest.

Blaze gives him a look, then looks to the chest, and snickers. "Looks like a trap, all right. I don't think we should try touching the chest..."

There's another door, and they'll cautiously head closer.

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"But we can't leave it stuck here." The little girl wibbles at Arashi as she follows the others.

Then she looks at the chest. "Nothing there can hurt us... I don't think."

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Mistral nods. "Yeah. If the orcs were feeding it, and we get rid of the orcs, it could starve."

"Fine. You can move it wherever you like on out way out of here," says Arashi. "Same goes for the chest..." He'll go towards the next door, and nearly shove it open due to being in a temperamental mood again. This may not have been the best idea.

But the hostages are on the other side of this door, in a cage. Rydia heads closer to the cage, taking note of the injuries and thinking of summoning Asura to heal. Mistral stays back for a bit, ringing his bell slightly to make sure the Gelatinous Cube stays calm.

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"Thank you, Arashi," says Silver softly.

And then she is there at Rydia's side, and her blue eyes are wide with sympathy and sadness as she hugs her doll. "I wish I were bigger, so I could help more. I wish all my wishes worked."

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Arashi just grumbles.

Rydia smiles and gives Silver's hair a pat, but then all her attention is focused on summoning.

The Waltzes end up by the cage as well, with Blaze examining the lock and wondering if maybe he really should learn how to pick those. Otherwise he was going to have to backtrack and search the pockets of napping orcs for the key.

"It's a trap," warns the Halfling in the cage. "The orcs are..."

She doesn't really get to finish before the false wall that had been covering the real side wall of the room falls down, and four orcs block the door. All four are armed with very heavy metal axes. "More for the cage!" says one.

Arashi chuckles. Metal weapons around him, well, you might as well be carrying your own lightning rod. He sticks to a lower level thunder spell, though, not wanting to risk some of it grounding in the cage instead. Orc hide is very thick, so it's not enough to cause them major harm - but it does result in a lot of orcish swearing and the clatter of dropped weapons. And four very angry orcs...

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The eyes of the little silver-haired girl child suddenly seem to shine with an unearthly light, and silver twinkles in the air around her as a huge silver dragon seems to roar and rise up over the orcs. Concentrating on amplifying her shadow doesn't distract her from aiming a kick at the ankle of the nearest Orc and then darting back.

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The orcs make completely the wrong connection between Rydia's summoning spell and the appearance of a huge dragon. They weigh their odds against at least two, probably four, mages and whatever Silver is - maybe five mages - when they can't hold their weapons... and they don't like them. They like them even less when the other five orcs that were supposed to be here somewhere don't arrive and help block the doorway. And so they flee

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"Ohhhh." Silver puts her hands over her ears as the Orcs find out that the cube's not as dead as they thought it was, her little face puckering with dismay as her doll lands on the floor at her feet. Her tummy informs her that she would gladly eat orc herself in a few hundred years or so, but right now it's just scary noises and feelings.

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At least it's over quickly - hitting a giant cube of acid jello at a full run pretty much ensures that.

The people in the cage are oddly quiet, mostly still going O.o at that.

"I think we'd better hope Mistral's new pet didn't just eat the key," says Blaze, still trying to find a way to get the cage lock opened. He tries to lift one of the orc axes, but that's definitely not going to work.

"He's not keeping it," grumbles Arashi.

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Silver wibbles and finds her dolly, then tiptoes over to Blaze and offers him something held carefully in her hand.

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Blaze gives the item a puzzled look, then looks to the lock. "I knew I should have started learning to pick locks..."

"It's not that complicated a lock," says the halfling in the cage. "A kid could pick that thing with a hairpin... if they were on the right side to reach it." If it hadn't been for that latter detail, the halfling would have had the cage open a long time ago. Well, that and she doesn't have a hairpin.