Grand Tour, pt. 7

Thanks, it's good to know people get a laugh out of these. More than one laugh, even. They take some time to write, but it's worth it. The merc group is starting to get interesting. Try as I might, I can't see Bodiccea and Heather competing over a guy. Other issues may develop, though.

Stony
 
As far as I've read the thread it's been awesome. :) I haven't gotten around to read the last couple installments, but I have already copied and pasted them to my desktop. Also, reading those stories will be one of the few things I'll do during my lurking. Keep up the good work, Stony! ;) (oh, and I plan to read the other 6, too, :teeth: ) See ya!
 
hey stony, where's the site which hosts all your stories :scratch:

i'm going to print them all out so that i have something usefull to read on my way back home in the train :thumbsup:

robin
 
Nightfish said:
As far as I've read the thread it's been awesome. I haven't gotten around to read the last couple installments, but I have already copied and pasted them to my desktop. Also, reading those stories will be one of the few things I'll do during my lurking. Keep up the good work, Stony! (oh, and I plan to read the other 6, too. See ya!

Lurk, lurk, lurk. :spy: The link is correct, by the way; Orbert is hosting the Tour archives, and much thanks to him. Anyway...


In the morning, Elzix knocked on Bodiccea's door. "Wakey, wakey!"
"Mmm... ?"
"It's your wake-up call, Ms. Bodiccea."
"Oh. Oog. Don't come in, I'm naked."
"What was that? I can't hear you, let me open the door so I can hear better."
"Don't you dare!" Bodiccea slammed her foot into the door, an easy reach from her bed in the small room.
The door, which had never moved, thudded in its frame. "Damn!" Elzix stage-whispered, snapping his fingers. "I gotta learn to open the door before I say that."
"Too slow," she laughed. "Poor baby."
"Yeah. Still, I can say I got to knock you up in the morning."
"Hey! Don't even think about it!"
"Aw, man. Can't I think about it just a little?"
"Oh, all right. Just don't make me start smacking you around."
"Ooh, baby..."
"Stop it! It's too early. Besides, I never fight people who look like you, you've got nothing left to lose."
"Don't I know it. Listen, Lord Jerhyn wants to talk to you, and that old fart too."
"Which old fart?"
"The one with no hair."
"Oh, Cain. I forgot to give him the scroll. Fine." Yawning loudly, Bodiccea snuggled up to her pillow one last time, then pushed out of bed. "Good concierge, bring me two bran muffins with butter, a glass of orange juice, and a bowl of melon slices."
"We don't have room service here. Or a kitchen."
"So? Bring me two bran muffins with butter, a glass of orange juice, and a bowl of melon slices, or I'll kick your ***."
Elzix laughed. "We reserve the right to refuse service to bitchy customers."
"That's Miss ***** to you! Never mind, I'll get my own breakfast. Have you seen Heather?"
"That Rogue with you? Not since yesterday."
"Where's she wandered off to?" Bodiccea grumbled, and pulled her gear on before going out to look.

It took some looking, but she eventually found Heather sitting on a pyramid of tiles, looking up at a web page being displayed over her head.
"Hey, Heather. Whatcha doing?"
"I was just looking up perfect gem properties. Some of them are really nice."
Suddenly, the tiles and the web page switched positions. A pair of tiles with 9 odd little characters on it disappeared, then a pair showing southward-blowing winds. Heather had to jump when the flower tile she was sitting on vanished. "Hey!"
"Watch out!" Bodiccea grabbed Heather's arm. "It's getting kind of hazardous here. Let's get back home. We're gonna be going out again soon anyway."
They hopped over a tile with 5 little pillboxes on it, crawled through the monitor cable, and in a flash, found themselves back in Lut Gholein. Jerhyn was outside his palace, and smiled as they approached. "Greetings!"
"Hi, cutie," Bodiccea smiled. "The conquering heroine has returned. So, what's my reward going to be? Gold? Jewels? Or maybe just the hand of a fair prince?"
"Heh. I had hoped to share some of my concerns with you, and impart to you knowledge which will aid you on your quest."
"Knowledge? What would I do with that?"
"You've never needed it before," Heather said.
"Besides, I'm a natural blonde! I hardly have anyplace to put it!" Bodiccea laughed.
Jerhyn cleared his throat. "Some time ago, a mysterious cloaked wanderer came to the city, asking after the location of the tomb of Tal Rasha --"
"Which is long lost out in the deepest deserts, you suspect this dude was Diablo, time is running out, yeah sure. Jehry baby, I know you're trying your hardest, but you just look too scrumptious for me to take you seriously..."
Jerhyn sighed, rubbing his temples. "Perhaps you could speak to my advisor, Drognan."
"Nah, I already have one babbling old guy following me around trying to tell me stuff. Now, Jerhyn..." Bodiccea said, licking her lips and breathing in so deep the straps on her leathers groaned, "be reasonable about this. I know exactly what we both want. Why fight it? Your palace isn't in such hot shape, but the upper floors are just fine, and I'm sure there are some nice bedrooms up there someplace..."
"Hey," Heather pointed, "is that Cain coming over here?"
"What?" Bodiccea looked. "He never comes here, he can't move this far. Now --" While she was distracted, Jerhyn had gone back inside the palace. "Hey!" she said, "get back out here! I'm not finished with you yet!"
Kaelan stood firm at the door. "You may not pass."
"I'll make passes at whoever I want to! Heather, you distracted me!"
"I'm sorry, I really thought it was him," Heather said unconvincingly. "He must be worried that you haven't brought him the scroll from Radamant yet."
Bodiccea groaned. "Look, we both know what the scroll says. Oh, never mind, I'll talk to Cain. But I will get that boy."
As they walked towards the marketplace, Heather asked, "Why? I mean, he doesn't like you that much."
"He's just playing hard to get so I'll save his city for him. Like I wouldn't anyway, I need to get to the Arcane Sanctuary. Let's see what Cain has to say."

"Ah!" Cain said as they showed him the scroll. "The lost Horadric Scroll! Only I have the knowledge to decipher the Horadric runes it bears. Hmm..."
Heather frowned a little. "Um, shouldn't that be 'a' lost Horadric scroll?"
"I wondered about that too," Bodiccea smirked. "You'd figure the world's greatest wizards could write more than one thing..."
"This is most fortunate!" Cain beamed. "Radamant, it seems, witnessed the entombment of Tal Rasha, and while he has not recorded where to find the tomb, he does describe how to enter it! A Horadric staff is needed to break the seal. Unfortunately for us, all the Horadric staves were destroyed long ago by breaking them into shaft and headpiece."
"Yeah. Man! Horadric Staff, Horadric Malus, Horadric this, Horadric that. What DIDN'T those guys do, anyway?"
"Very little," Cain smiled with pride. "The Horadrim were a shining --"
"-- light in the darkness of ignorance and evil. We know. Here's the plan: get a Horadric staff, de-virginize Tal's tomb, go in there, and whack the first thing we see."
Heather looked openly appalled. "De-virginize?"
Bodiccea grinned. "Sure. We have to go out and get a staff, since neither one of us has one. We get the shaft, and a little head, then find the socket where it fits and shove it in to break the seal. All that and a pretty light show, too."
"A little headpiece."
"Whatever."
"Ah, yes..." Cain muttered. "Should you find a Horadric Staff's headpiece and shaft, they may be reunited using a Horadric --"
"Horadric Duct Tape?"
"No..."
"Horadric Safety Pins?"
"No..."
"The Horadric Hot Glue Gun? Martha Stewart recommends it."
"No! The Horadric Cube is an alchemical tool, and the only way the shaft and headpiece may be rejoined while preserving their enchantments!"
Bodiccea slapped her forehead. "A Horadric Cube! Holy mackerel! Where EVER could we find one of those?"
"Miss Bodiccea," Heather said, "please stop being mean to Mr. Cain."
"I'm meaner to myself, Heather."
"I don't think so..."
"You try smacking yourself in the forehead wearing heavy gauntlets. Ow..."
"It wouldn't be so bad if you'd wear a helmet."
"They're all ugly, Heather. I have an image to maintain."
Cain slowly sighed. "It seems you will have as little use for my knowledge here as you did back in the Rogue pass. Locating even one piece of a Horadric Staff is unlikely. Finding the matching piece would be nearly impossible, and without a Horadric Cube, all would be for naught."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Bodiccea gave Cain a little hug. "Don't worry. We'll find a staff and a cube somewhere. We'll just have to explore a little."
"I hope so," Cain smiled. "Diablo seeks his brother, to free him from his prison! Should they be reunited, they will journey to the east to meet the eldest of The Three, Mephisto. You must stop them, at any cost, or the world will be consumed by --"
Bodiccea nodded. "Yes, all right, Cain, thank you! Now, I have to get busy. This is going to take a while, ok?"
"Of course, of course! You must be off to hunt for Diablo, who even now searches the desert sands for --"
"Yes, you said that already. Now, gotta go."
"Yes! Haste is absolutely vital! Should Diablo find --"
"That's why I have to go now! Bye!"
"Ah... ahem. Good luck!" Cain yelled as Bodiccea sprinted for the city gates, Heather close behind.

In the Rocky Wastes, Bodiccea and Heather found skeletal bodies right outside Lut Gholein's gates. They had to pre-date Diablo, they were just bones, so it was strange that they'd be left out within sight of the gates like that. As soon as the walls were out of sight, a pack of Slingers and a unique Sand Leaper jumped them. Cat People throwers seem to be boys. The Leapers were even more annoying than usual -- Bodiccea's first jab would knock them back so the next two missed. When she tried to use Impale, they responded by hitting her, then jumping away before her blow landed. The boss didn't die until she got him up against a wall and could Jab him to death.

The next fight was a cold enchanted Dung Soldier. They smelled pretty bad, but hitting them was worse. Even Impaling with Bloodthief, it hurt. When it died, the cold nova got both of them, so it was healing potions all around, then on to the next fight: some Carrion Birds. These guys weren't so dangerous, so Bodiccea let Heather do all the killing again. For whatever reason, she could not shoot them until they landed, which is still strange. They dropped exploding potions, another bizarre Blizzardism: worth a lot of money, but useless in every other respect.

In a far corner of the Wastes, near a wrecked wagon and several human bodies, Bodiccea did a strange thing. "Ew! I stepped on a bug!"
"Yeah, so?"
"No, look at that thing! It's HUGE! Ew, there's more of them! EW, THEY'RE EATING THE DEAD ONE!!"
"Um, bugs do that. What about those lightning beetles earlier?"
"Oh, those are just demons. But that is a BIG, UGLY BUG!"
"I don't see what you're getting so upset about. Those are good-sized bugs, but they're just bugs. They're all over town."
Bodiccea's eyes widened. "They are?"
"Sure. Haven't you looked at the ground when we're in town? They're all over the place."
"EW!!!" Bodiccea jumped away from the growing cluster of bugs, carefully watching where she stepped.
Heather stared at her, shaking her head. "What about all the bats and rats and things in those other caves we've been in?"
"Oh, bats are kind of cute. They're fuzzy. But bugs are just icky!"
"Miss Bodiccea, sometimes, you're really weird."

Inside the Stony Tomb, they advanced forward, Bodiccea gingerly stepping over the beetles and scorpions. The only monsters were Skeletons, Burning Dead mages and Horrors, black skeletons that aren't that horrible at all. Here's a tip: if you're making a game and you name some monster a Horror, make sure it's something genuinely scary. They wandered around the small upper level, opening doors and kicking lots of urns. Bodiccea spent most fights standing still while Heather plinked away. In an embalming chamber, Heather finally reached level 17, and some new gear was waiting back in town: the unique chainmail Sparkling Mail, and the unique full helm Duskdeep, along with a note.

"Hey girl! This'll put you in the running again. You watch out for Miss Thang there, because in one move level, you get a new bow. Try not to embarrass her too much. ttfn!
-- The Mule"

Heather seemed much happier as they went downstairs to the equally small second level of the Stony Tomb. They found the golden chest of joy almost immediately, and killed the stone-skin Beetle boss guarding it without too much trouble. With the new mail, Heather's damage output almost doubled. In the next side chamber was Creeping Feature, the best-named unique in the game. She couldn't keep away from the poison clouds, but at least it didn't hurt her as much this time.

The last room was a room o' coffins: a whole bunch of them in a big X in the middle of the room. Four had Burning dead mages hiding inside, and one decent item: a druid pelt with +3 to Shock Wave and +2 to Maul and Hunger. No sockets, but that could be arranged. A werebear would like that, and since Bodiccea knew a werebear, she kept it for muling.

After a long dash across the wastes, they were in the Dry Hills, looking for the waypoint. A multi-shot Spear Cat met them at the entrance, throwing potions. By the way, explosive potions work about as well on characters as they do on monsters, even multiple ones. Cave Leapers and Undead Scavengers came behind them. Heather was killing things quicker, but the crowd got so kick that Bodiccea had to switch to Bloodthief and start killing; soon, blood from Open Wounds covered the hills like a big red afghan. After a fierce and bloody battle, the kitty dropped... their 19th charm of greed so far. Bleah.

Scooting along the wall which separated her first bi-level area (a neat idea, actually) into halves, they found the Halls of the Dead and the waypoint right next to each other. A convenient arrangement, that. Bodiccea decided to clear the area and leave the Halls for tomorrow. They found a few more things. Two pretty flying scimitars appeared out of an urn near a ruined house. A pack of champion Spear Cats, all lime green, dropped several chipped and flawed gems along with some rejuves. And finally... FINALLY... Heather hit 18th level when she killed the last Leaper in the whole area. A long battle bow studded with six perfect gems fell out of the sky and bonked off her head.

"Woo hoo!" Bodiccea yelled, clapping her hands. "You got it!"
"Wow," Heather said, and grabbed the bow. "How much damage am I doing?"
"Let's see. 'O'!"
Silently, they gazed at the left half of the screen. "Whoa," Bodiccea finally said.
"Whoa," Heather agreed.
"I think you're doing twice as much damage as me."
"Really?"
"'C'! Yeah, almost exactly twice as much."
"Whoa. Yeah. But, you hit three times to my one, so you're ok."
"Uh, yeah. I hope so. Well, I'll get some good stuff when I hit 25 and can start using exceptionals. Only four more levels to go."
Heather shrugged and smiled. "That's not long."
"No... and from here, you have to find your own kills. I'm not holding back anymore."
"Kind of figured you wouldn't. Want to hit the Halls?"
Bodiccea shook her head. "Nah, it's been a long day. Let's do the Halls in the morning."
 
Stony said:
"Oh. Oog. Don't come in, I'm naked."
"What was that? I can't hear you, let me open the door so I can hear better."

:worship: :worship:

sweet story, again :D ow and the website kept me busy last night for 2 1/2 hour ^^

thnx stony

robin
 
I knew the Horadric Staff lines would come. When I had seen Cain talk about combining the parts a number of times, I entered Beavis & Butt-Head mode:

Beavis: Hehe...he said "shaft".

Butt-Head: Huh, huh, he said "headpiece".
 
jiansonz said:
I knew the Horadric Staff lines would come. When I had seen Cain talk about combining the parts a number of times, I entered Beavis & Butt-Head mode:

Beavis: Hehe...he said "shaft".

Butt-Head: Huh, huh, he said "headpiece".

:scratch: Uh, whatever...

Believe it or not, the whole shaft-headpiece-socket thing didn't occur to me until very recently. In fact, it was when I was writing the story and trying to think of something funny about the whole Horadric Cube/Staff quest. Once I did think of it, it just seemed so *right*... which is what I suppose happens when you're thinking in character.

Stony
 
Dmn, between you and K_P I'll have to re-read these two tomorrow, as I'm too tired to do them justice right now.
But, great stuff on a first glance- as usual!
 
Right after breakfast, Bodiccea and Heather hit the waypoint and went straight to the Halls of the Dead. A faint moan could be heard as they stepped into the darkness, warning of the unquiet dead who skulked within. Or maybe it was just the morning sun warming the air, making it expand and blow through the entrance. Whatever, four Decayed were shambling around off to their right as they came in. As Bodiccea ran to get them, an arrow charged with hefty doses of fire, cold and lightning twanged over her shoulder and turned the first mummy into a fine green mist. She moved to the second, and again a bowstring sang; the second mummy survived, but while Bodiccea was killing it, Heather took down the third. The fourth mummy's eyes bugged out (unless they were like that to start with) and it shambled off at its best speed. Bodiccea chased it through the green clouds, but just as she reached it, a final arrow reduced it to chunky leathery bits on the floor.

As Bodiccea coughed and swore to herself, Heather said, "Remember, Ms. B, you have to stay out of the poison clouds."
Sputtering, Bodiccea said, "Oh, ha! Ok, that was well done. Very good. I see you don't need any more help from me, so from now on, don't expect me to go easy on you."
Heather shook her head. "Nope."
"Cause I'm not, you know. Going to go easy on you, I mean."
Heather nodded. "Ok."
"You'll have to find your own kills from now on, I'm not gonna wait around for you."
"Uh-huh."
Bodiccea frowned. "What's with that look?"
Blinking innocently, Heather said, "Huh?"
"Don't give me that, you were looking at me like... something."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Yeah. So... don't do it again."
"Don't do what again?"
"What you were doing!"
Heather nodded silently, and they went out into the tomb's main corridor.

The main corridor, it turned out, ran the entire length of the Halls' first floor, from a storage room on one end all the way to the down stairs. It wasn't a very big level, but Hollow Ones and their skeletal troupes were spaced very evenly along the corridor's entire length. Each was just close enough to its brother that when Bodiccea used the usual tactic of running around the skeletons to reach the greater mummy, the next one down the line would notice and send its servants to help.

Bodiccea killed the first greater, started getting bogged down at the second, but by the time she'd reached the third, she was completely surrounded by skeletons and lesser mummies. Two Hollow Ones, one from the main corridor and one in a side passage, were pelting her with unholy bolts and busily raising each others minions. She was getting knocked around a bit, but not too badly, so she gritted her teeth and started slowly punching a hole in the wall of minions, working her way towards one of the mummies.

Suddenly, but not unexpectedly, a super-charged arrow flew out of the darkness behind her, and a skeleton instantly shattered. More arrows flew as Bodiccea Jabbed; in less time than it takes to say it, she was free to charge and kill first one Hollow One, then the other. More lesser undead came in response, but now there was room to retreat, so they drew them back out of sight of their masters and got rid of them.

"Are you ok?"
"I'm FINE. I was doing just fine."
"Are you sure? They kind of had you surrounded, and I read that most characters who 'tank' try to wear something heavier than leather."
"My armor is FINE. I LIKE the leathers. I'll get something stronger when I'm a high enough level for exceptional gear. Ok?"
"Sure, ok. But I read this guide, and they recommended --"
"I'm not following a guide, Heather. We don't need a guide, we're only in Normal difficulty. Only complete weenies can't handle Normal. I can survive for a few levels, then I get some Trellised armor."
"Have you at least tried wearing a breastplate?"
"Yes. The shoulder plates are too big. When they're sitting on top of my chest, you can barely see my head."
The corners of Heather's mouth began to twitch. "Um... ok."
"What?!"
"Nothing. Where do we go now?"
After looking at her suspiciously, Bodiccea pointed down the side passage. "Let's look down there. I'm sick of resurrecters, and this hallway is crawling with them."
"Ok."
"I'll go first."
"Sure."
"'Cause that chainmail kind of slows you down, you know?"
"Yeah, a little. It's nice and safe, though."
"Whatever."

An embalming chamber, with a central area set off by a barrier, lay at the end of the passage. Skeletons gathered in the door as they approached. Normally, Bodiccea would draw them away before going around, but that would give Heather time to catch up, so she ran into the snarled mass of bones and started Jabbing. Despite all her efforts, she didn't make much progress before Heather arrived and killed them. While Bodiccea was in the corner killing the greater mummy, Heather went to work on some lightning bats and lesser mummies who'd gathered on the other side of the barrier. Weird how bats can't seem to fly over a four-foot fence in the Diablo universe. While Heather efficiently cleared out the last of the bad guys, Bodiccea stood and waited, glaring at her.

When the chamber was empty, Heather smiled and dusted her hands together. "All done!"
Bodiccea didn't smile. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Not quite suppressing a grin, Heather shrugged. "Well..."
"Come on! You can admit it. I won't kill you."
Grinning, Heather said, "It really feels good to know I'm contributing something! I mean, no one wants to just be there, not doing any good. Now, I feel like I could take on the world, and really help you on the quest."
From Bodiccea's expression, it was obvious that she didn't believe a word of it. But she smiled. "Great. My little artillery piece. I'll do better when I get Fend and an exceptional spear."
Heather nodded. "Yeah, you've kind of mentioned that. How long until you're high enough level?"
"Fend is at 24th, and the spear is at 25th. I'm almost 22nd now."
"That's not too long."
"No," Bodiccea smugly said, and started looting the chamber. "There's only one direction yet to do, so the stairs have to be that way."
"Uh-huh. Will the second level be this small too?"
"Probably. The monsters might be different. Like it matters."
"Well, the big mummies matter."
"Yeah, they're annoying and uniques can be dangerous. Anyway, let's go."

The last room had the stairs down, and three Hollow Ones. The battle was a completely one sided mopping-up, and as usual Heather did most of the mopping. Urns were scattered all over, making it hard for the monsters to maneuver. Bodiccea kicked them over, which was something Heather couldn't do -- she shot over them, using them as barricades. Bowazons are such a pain, Bodiccea thought... then she noticed Heather was stuck in the door. It made her laugh. Maybe she needed some grease for that enormous swollen head.

On the second level, they met a pack of Spear Cats near the entrance. They used javelins, not potions, and so were a little more dangerous. Beyond that, it was all Greater Mummies and skeletons. They found the waypoint quickly (makes more sense to put one in a tomb than a sewer) and then ran into a cold enchanted Spear Cat. As usual, Bodiccea left the boss for last so the death nova wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience. She hit level 22 killing the last minion, and was about to go kill a Hollow One further back in the hall when a frost nova announced the Cat's sudden and unwelcome demise.

"Damn it, Heather!" Bodiccea screamed, slowly stumbling through a crowd of maniacally slashing skeletons, "You leave a cold enchanted boss for last!"
"Sorry, I didn't see those guys! I just shot him a few times, and... he kind of died."
Bodiccea kept going down the corridor, grumbling something about the table manners, social graces, maternal ancestry, and sexual preferences of Rogues in general and snotty little bowazon Rogues in particular. After killing the Hollow One, she came back. Heather had already killed the skeletons. "I'm sorry, but I did not see them!"
"Couldn't you at least have the courtesy to need arrows or something?!"
"I'm sorry, but magic arrows are one of the gifts of the Sightless Eye."
"I guess it is a sightless eye, you can't see squat."
Heather took a deep breath, and slowly let it out. "Maybe if you read one of the guides."
"Heather, forget the guides. We do not need a guide, even if most of them didn't call for uber-leet gear we haven't got and won't get anytime soon."
"Um... well, yeah, I guess. None of the mules have a Titan's Revenge, a Windforce, or a Buriza. Those are about the only weapons any of the guides mentioned."
"Tell me about it. When people talk Amazons, does anybody mention spears? Nooooooo! Does anybody complain that all the lightning spear skills are buggy? Why bother? Amazons don't use spears! Everybody knows we're all javazons or bowazons. 'What are spears? Oh, you mean those pointy sticks Whirlwind Barbs used to use?' Bleah."
"Well... have you considered just chucking the spear and getting a decent bow? It would make this so much easier..."
Bodiccea stared, wide-eyed, then screamed "RIGHT! THAT'S IT! CONFERENCE!!"

After grabbing Heather, Bodiccea stomped back to find the others. Everyone was waiting for them in a large cage set in the middle of a room with stone walls. Strange creatures with bodies made of flat, colored surfaces were wandering around the narrow aisle surrounding the cage. Some looked like evil knights, or fiery lizards on two legs, or pointy-fingered Vampires handsomer than the ones in Diablo II -- but not by much.

"He--" Thaddeus began.
"It's like this:" Bodiccea interrupted, "I can't do a thing with my merc since she got new gear. She has gotten snotty, and uppity, and she won't do what I need her to do, and just now, just now, she told me I need to drop MY weapon of choice and follow her lead. Can you believe the NERVE of that?"
"We--" he continued.
"She thinks that just because SHE'S suddenly killing everything right and left that SHE'S entitled to take the lead in this little quest! All I am doing is trying to clear the Halls of the Dead and get the damn cube, she WILL NOT support me, and then to top it all off, she thinks I'd be better off as a bowazon! A BOWAZON!!"
"I'm just saying you could follow one of the guides..."
"I am NOT following a GUIDE! We don't have the gear, I don't have the patience, and YOU don't start telling ME what to do!"
"So your merc is outclassing you," Xanthippe smirked. "Suck it up."
"Well, you had that happen," Bodiccea sneered, "but that's because you're a Sorceress."
"Yeah, and what's your excuse?"
"Well said," Tearlach grinned. "Put to shame by a mercenary, and a slip of a girl at that! Are all of your kind so weak?"
There was a palpable silence. Amanita finally said, "Wow, your family jewels grew back bigger than ever, didn't they?"
"Hey, why are you people talking about something besides me?!" Bodiccea whined. "I'm the one with the problem!"
"You got that right!" Xanthippe said, her face darkening. "And you're going to have even more if you don't keep your grabby little paws of Jerhyn!"
"Jeebus, who lit the fuse on your tampon? It's so obvious he likes me better."

Dear Diary,

What tedium has been my lot! Bearing witness to the Amazon's unamusing antics was nearly intolerable. Her assault on little Lordling Jerhyn's chastity was an unmatched masterpiece of single entendre; even the Barbarian's efforts to attach himself to some poor, undeserving female did not sink to such depths of inanity. Her complaints are, of course, without merit. Dear little Heather has outdistanced her for the moment, but it is the place of servants to kill when it is required, and competence in this limited field should not be frowned upon. That she has seen fit to talk back to her mistress is the consequence of lax discipline and nothing more. B is so undisciplined herself, it is no shock to learn that she is incapable of disciplining her servant. My own servants have learned better than to question me.

While everyone else was busy, Khaleel caught Heather's eye, and gave her a big thumbs up. "You go, girl!"
Paige: (whispers) "Wow! You were awesome!"
Heather grinned a little, and whispered, "Thanks."
"Hell, yeah!" Kasim grinned. "Show those damn heroes who's boss."
"Eh, she didn't do so bad," Klatu shrugged.
"Not so bad?" Khaleel laughed. "She's totally pwning blondie."
Paige: (looks confused) "I'm still not sure how you pronounce that word."
Khaleel smirked. "Hey, some of us have the art."
Klatu nodded. "It has too few vowels."
"Maybe it's Welsh," Kasim muttered.

"Bodiccea," Thaddeus sighed, "you may be overreacting."
"No, no, no, no, NO!" Bodiccea squealed, stamping her feet. "Heather is trying to steal the game away from me! Whose name is on the save file? Mine! Who gets the quests, moves things in inventory, and assigns stat points? Me!"
"Yes, and? Mizor, stay away from the bars. They may think you're trying to escape."
Mizor: "Hrrruff." (Hefts maul and snorts at the funny-looking people walking by outside.)
"So Heather is killing everything and hogging the spotlight!"
"So get rid of her," Amanita said, and smiled. "Just admit to the world that your merc is totally outclassing you, you can't compete, and hire somebody else."
"I am not outclassed!" Bodiccea huffed. "This is only temporary."
"Then why are you complaining?"
After taking a deep breath, Bodiccea calmly said, "'Cause I like complaining."
"She speaks truth," Varnae guffawed. "Now, if only..." His words trailed off. Outside the cage, a woman as erotic as polygons can be had wandered by. Her skin was pale and barely covered in tight black leather. Over one hand was a steel blade, bound to her wrist. She spun in place, her icy gaze raking over the heroes, before shimmying away with a cruel laugh. Varnae stood frozen, then staggered towards the cell door. "I'm home."
"You are not," Xanthippe said, tripping him. "Stay in the cage."
"But you don't understand! I've finally found my home!"
"Varnae, they'd torture and kill you," Thaddeus said.
"Would they? Would they really?"
Mizor: (The pale man is breathing funny again. I wish he'd stop doing that, it gives me the jibblies.)
"Never mind," Thaddeus said with obvious disgust. "Bodiccea, you are making too much of this. Your mercenary has some excellent gear now; that is all. In the end, it will not matter which of you killed the most. The quest is the important thing."
"I know!" Bodiccea grinned. "I'm just blowing off steam. C'mon, Heather! Let's go find the Cube. There's a lot of potions taking up my stash. I wanna make some rejuves."
"Sure," Heather smiled. "So you don't care that I do twice as much damage as you?"
"Sure I do! You just wait until I gain a few levels. Then we'll see who's dishing out the hurt!"
After they left, Thaddeus sighed. "Well, that was pointless."
"Ha!" Tearlach laughed. "Nothing ever came of listening to a woman's complaints. Let this be a lesson to you, tin man!"
Thaddeus thought for a moment. "Do you think we could invite Kashya here?"
"Mmmmmmaybe," Amanita slowly smiled. "They have a torture chamber."
"Uh huh!" Xanthippe craned her neck to look through a doorway. "It's a big one!"
Varnae tsked. "What a shame it would be to see all those instruments of pain used on someone so ill-equipped to appreciate them."
"As opposed to who, deadboy?" Tearlach snorted. "Spiked wheels and hot coals hold no terror for one such as I."
"How about Kashya in spiked kneepads?" Xanthippe asked.
"She surprised me once," Tearlach nodded. "But she was right to strike me. My lack of ambition angered her. I should never have shown my face before I had my kingdom."
Silence fell audibly. Everyone stared at Tearlach. He nodded, deep in thought, then left. Amanita finally murmured, "The male ego knows no bounds, does it?"
"I beg your pardon," Thaddeus said. "That was what we call 'denial'."
"Then he could be Cleopatra. That's it. I'm going to bed."
"Anybody gonna catch the rest of 'Blondie decks the Halls'?"
"Why?"
"Good point."
 
wow. nice work on these, as always, Stony. :p I had the pleasure of getting two in a row since i missed the last update somehow.

::camps out and anxiously awaits the next chapter::
 
wildjinn said:
::camps out and anxiously awaits the next chapter::

Don't get too comfy, the squid may devour you in your sleep. It often mistakes sleeping bags for big poofy burritos.

Stony
 
I like it when others do a guest appearance. :lol:
Especially Varnae's insightfull comments are a joy to read, as are Amanita's.
Keep at it, Stony!
 
Of the tourists, Amanita is probably the most worldly. Her job involves dealing with the dark side of human nature, so I figure it should be that way. Varnae is just a big b!tch, but a funny big b!tch. Anyway, here's a short chapter for today.


Bodiccea and Heather quickly cleared the rest of level 2 of the Halls of the Dead. There wasn't much there, apart from charm of greed #20, so they headed down to level 3 to find the cube. Unlike the previous levels, open rooms were fairly uncommon down here, but there were several ring-shaped corridors and some dead ends. Spear Cats and sparky desert bats rounded out the usual complement of Greater Mummies and skeletons. The moved quickly, Bodiccea forever darting ahead to kill a mummy or some annoying javelin cat, and Heather coming up behind and laying waste to everything else.

In one ring-shaped corridor, they found their first Mummy Sarcophagus. She always wanted to know what goes on inside those damned things, so after they cleared the hall, Bodiccea got Heather to stop shooting and looked inside. Her suspicious were confirmed: a tiny little factory was packed in there. A conveyer belt brought in busted mummies from throughout the tomb. A gaggle of midget Necromancers was frantically slapping bits together with duct tape, animating whatever pile o' parts resulted, and shoving them out the door -- a genuine monster garage. Bodiccea jumped in, kicked over the conveyer belt, and bound the Necros up tight with their own tape. "Ok, boys, that's a wrap!"

Level 3 of the Halls flew by quickly. Bodiccea had a lot to do with that. She was trying so hard to outdistance Heather, she kept forgetting to make sure the mummy was dead before she moved on to its skeletons. A fight with a unique Hollow One was actually less frantic. It had a Holy Fire aura, nothing dangerous, so Bodiccea went straight in, trying to kill it before Heather got there. She didn't succeed, but Heather was nice enough to concentrate on the minions anyway.

The last room on the level was the treasure chamber, with the Cube in the golden chest of joy. First, they had to kill Bloodwitch the Wild... an extra-fast kitty girl with a whip. Sigh... There was only one Greater Mummy in the chamber, and a few other Spear Cats, all easily dispatched. Cain was overjoyed to see the cube, and immediately opened it and started explaining its many functions.

"You have an quite a treasure here! It amazes me that you found one, though perhaps I should not be surprised. Most of the Horadrim were entombed here in Aranoch, their bodies altered mystically and surgically to allow them to guard their tombs after death."
"Yeah, we ran into some of them," Bodiccea said. "So, why weren't they all buried in the Valley of the Magi?"
"Many wizards and sages were united under the banner of the Horadrim. Were the valley large enough to hold all their tombs, it would not have been lost so easily."
And Blizz thought Greater Mummies were so kewl, they had to stick the stupid annoying resurrecting bastards in practically every tomb in the act, she thought. But Cain was still talking: "There are many alchemical formulae for the cube. For example, 6 gems and a sword will make a socketed long sword!"
"Sorry, not anymore. I wonder, why'd they even have that recipe? It's not like anybody ever WANTED a socketed long sword back in the day, and even less so now."
"Hmm..." Cain's eyebrows knitted together, then he coughed a bit and continued. "Two quivers of arrows can make a quiver of bolts! And likewise, two quivers of bolts will make a quiver or arrows!"
"Now that's not so bad," Bodiccea grinned. "If either of us used arrows or bolts, that is."
Heather said, "I've heard that if you use a crossbow, you tend to find a lot more arrows than bolts. I wonder if they set it up like that?"
"Sure," Bodiccea laughed. "Just like Anya always gives Spearazons a bow, Bowazons a set of javelins, and Javazons a spear."
Cain frowned. "I am very sorry, but sometimes I really cannot understand you. It is as though we are simply not communicating. Regardless, the cube is yours. I leave it up to you to discover other formulae."
"I know one," Bodiccea said. "Three rejuves make a full rejuve. I'm going to start using that one right now: I want room in my stash, and some big purples on my belt."
"A wise precaution," Cain said. "Alchemy is certainly the most widely used of the magical arts. Other techniques are limited to those with special gifts, but anyone --"
"Ok, thanks. Bye!"
"Ah, er... yes. You are always welcome to stay a while and listen. Hrm."

After consolidating a lot of purple fun juice (isn't it amazing how the cube even makes a new bottle for you?) Bodiccea and Heather took the waypoint back to the Dry Hills. They'd cleared it the night before, and Bodiccea wasn't interested in clearing it again, so she started the long run towards the Far Oasis entrance. It wasn't that late yet, so they could at least find the waypoint. Most of the monsters couldn't catch her... but one did, an extra-fast Saber Cat. It and its minions quickly blocked her path, and as more Saber Cats came up from behind, Bodiccea was quickly surrounded. Most of them were still alive when Heather caught up; her help cleared the crowd away in no time.

"I coulda taken 'em," Bodiccea said.
Heather shook her head. "Are we going to start that again? You don't have to do it all yourself! I'm here to help you!"
"I... yeah. And I'll get better armor. 25th level, 25th level..."

Bodiccea picked up charm of greed #21, and they moved on. The Far Oasis was nasty. Along with the wrecked wagons, human corpses, and pools of evil black water, there were bugs by the million. Some of them flew in single-minded swarms to suck your blood away. And the noise... there's a little corner of Hell somewhere that sounds exactly like that. Bodiccea let Heather kill them while she took on a pack of lightning beetles, and thought she was getting the better end of the bargain. There were also Black Raptors and Undead Scavengers, but those didn't bother her in the least.

The Itchies dropped a couple of nice Voulges, some splint armor, gold coins, and all kinds of other heavy things. The joys of random drops. After searching about half of the upper part of the area, they finally found the waypoint and the entrance to the Maggot Lair, right next to each other. Very convenient; random maps can work out for you sometimes.

"So, are we going in? It's not too late."
Bodiccea's lip curled. "Nah, it's late enough. Let's go home. We can come back later with some bug bombs."
"You mean throwing potions? I thought you hated those."
"Yeah. I really wish Blizz hadn't screwed up so bad with those, a potion pitcher might have been a fun build. Or if they're gonna be weak, give somebody a skill that boosts 'em a little."
"Like who?"
"I dunno. The Assassin, maybe. Some traps work like you throw 'em."
"Maybe. Um... you're not just procrastinating about going into the Maggot Lair 'cause you don't like bugs, are you?"
After a longish pause, Bodiccea said, "Heather, am I gonna have to smack you?"
Heather shrugged. "Ok. We can come back tomorrow."
 
Stony said:
"A wise precaution," Cain said. "Alchemy is certainly the most widely used of the magical arts. Other techniques are limited to those with special gifts, but anyone --"
"Ok, thanks. Bye!"
"Ah, er... yes. You are always welcome to stay a while and listen. Hrm."

:clap: you show that man girl :thumbsup:

great stuff, as ever
 
Hmm, I wonder what Bodiccea will think of Duriel. Bugs don´t get bigger and uglier than that...

A good read as usual. :clap:



(By the way, Bloodwitch is not Extra Fast. She´s more like a mini-Sszark, Extra Strong + Cursed.)
 
jiansonz said:
(By the way, Bloodwitch is not Extra Fast. She´s more like a mini-Sszark, Extra Strong + Cursed.)

Hush. The fast kitty girl joke was too good not to be used, even if it's not actually true. If I ever let mere facts stand in the way of a good cheap shot, I'd lose half my material, at least. ;)

Stony
 
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