07-09-2004, 03:40 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-09-2004, 03:54 AM by Rhydderch Hael.)
So, in the Cradle, when the crisis finally comes, will little Lauryl help me out with some fan-dazzle-tastic magic ghost mojo? Because I'm feeling a little undergunned here. Damn that Inspector Drept! He should have sent me some backup on this mission. Wouldn't mind a Hammer priest with his fire wand, or just one good stout Hammerite ready to do what he does best ("Squash! Make flat!") on this particular quest.
Then again, I could see it go down like this way: my Hammerite ally falls one or two steps behind, and then gets snatched away into the gloom with barely a stifled yell. Later on, I find the fellow standing in the middle of a large hall, and as soon as I approach, I get a crash-course on trhe difference between an allied Hammerite and a screaming Hammer Haunt...
...okay, maybe it's better if I went into the Cradle all alone.
I still do curse the Keepers until my dying breath for the little surprise they left for me in Interpreter Caduca's chamber.
SPOILER- If you have not yet entered Caduca's chambers, then tread no farther than here...
I've snuck my way through the Keepers' Library, made entry into the Keeper Compound, located Orland's quarters (the hard way, without Artemus' Keeper Ring) and finally entered the Lower Library in which Caduca's chambers are located. I open the door to Caduca's room and slip my way in.
Crap! There's somebody in here! Apparently somebody on the same trail has successfully snuck into Caduca's room and is now seated at the table, reading one of the books. Good thing their back is turned to meâ they are unaware that I'm here as well. Okay, I'll just snoop on the trespasser and see just what they are up to.
I creep my way forward, always careful to avoid being detected by the other person. I've snuck past two such instances where somebody sat in a chair, so this should be easy. This trespasser is clearly unaware of my presence. They are hardly stirring at the sound of my approach. In fact, this person isn't stirring...
...at all.
I get in closer. More detail and contrast is presented to me in the dim light.
Bastards. Friggin' little heartless, soulless, scum-sucking rat bastards.
It's her. Caduca. The Keepers left her ashen, half-incinerated corpse in the freaking room! Damn.
There's a lot of loot sitting in Caduca's chambers. I didn't touch a single piece of it. Being falsely accused of Caduca's murder is one thing, to actually steal from the scene of the crime while the body is still thereâ that is another...
Spoiler be ended. Deaded it be.
Then again, I could see it go down like this way: my Hammerite ally falls one or two steps behind, and then gets snatched away into the gloom with barely a stifled yell. Later on, I find the fellow standing in the middle of a large hall, and as soon as I approach, I get a crash-course on trhe difference between an allied Hammerite and a screaming Hammer Haunt...
...okay, maybe it's better if I went into the Cradle all alone.
I still do curse the Keepers until my dying breath for the little surprise they left for me in Interpreter Caduca's chamber.
SPOILER- If you have not yet entered Caduca's chambers, then tread no farther than here...
I've snuck my way through the Keepers' Library, made entry into the Keeper Compound, located Orland's quarters (the hard way, without Artemus' Keeper Ring) and finally entered the Lower Library in which Caduca's chambers are located. I open the door to Caduca's room and slip my way in.
Crap! There's somebody in here! Apparently somebody on the same trail has successfully snuck into Caduca's room and is now seated at the table, reading one of the books. Good thing their back is turned to meâ they are unaware that I'm here as well. Okay, I'll just snoop on the trespasser and see just what they are up to.
I creep my way forward, always careful to avoid being detected by the other person. I've snuck past two such instances where somebody sat in a chair, so this should be easy. This trespasser is clearly unaware of my presence. They are hardly stirring at the sound of my approach. In fact, this person isn't stirring...
...at all.
I get in closer. More detail and contrast is presented to me in the dim light.
Bastards. Friggin' little heartless, soulless, scum-sucking rat bastards.
It's her. Caduca. The Keepers left her ashen, half-incinerated corpse in the freaking room! Damn.
There's a lot of loot sitting in Caduca's chambers. I didn't touch a single piece of it. Being falsely accused of Caduca's murder is one thing, to actually steal from the scene of the crime while the body is still thereâ that is another...
Spoiler be ended. Deaded it be.
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