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Haiku Hitman
- Assassin's Fortress -
" The Sphynx "
"Tuny!" said Chill's relieved voice from the cackling comms. "Ahhh, thank Merlin's saggy left ear you're here." he sighed, looking at Blanca and Dusty with a consoled expression. "We're in the Assassin's Guild's underground lair, they're on the alert looking for us after we escaped three days ago, and by the size of this place I'd say there's more than a hundred of them in here. Do you copy, Tuny?"
"Tuna?" said Sir Popernickle suddenly, looking puzzled.
Chill looked back at the knight just as nonplussed. "Nay, I am communing with my friend using the . . . wind --- close thy pie hole, don't interrupt."
"What is this pie hole? --- "
"As I was saying, we're in . . . hold on." Chill looked around for a landmark to distinguish them, but he realized he would have to climb up the ravine and put up some sort of marker so that she could see them --- if Fortunata could see them. And so he did just that.
Carrying Sir Popernickle's stolen sword, he leaped up easily, not even clinking the chains of the empty manna lanterns as he climbed up and poked his head out of the fissure in the ceiling. Immediately, he was blinded by the sandstorm, but stayed up there waving the sword, hoping the metal was glinting in whatever sunlight shone through the dust cloud.
When Fortunata came down to their little hiding spot through the fissure, Chill felt pleased and reassured, but when he learned that she had gone ahead leaving the others behind, he was miffed.
He had half the mind to say that she should have brought the others, who were bound to get lost or fall into some ravine in the sandstorm without her guidance. He had been expecting the whole team to be right behind her. With all of them together, they could take whatever came their way and then some, but all they had now was a half-starved knight, an incapacitated Dusty, Chill himself who was weak from the poison and loss of blood two days ago, Blanca who was . . . relatively fine actually, and Fortunata. And as strong as she was, he knew she couldn't take on more than four assassins at once.
"You left the others?" said Chill despite himself. He clapped a hand on her shoulder, " Tuny, thanks for coming to rescue us, but as much as I appreciate your heroic desire to save us all by your lonesome, don't leave the others behind next time."
The way Fortunata came in was too dangerous for the knight whom Chill introduced to her. "This is Sir Popernickle de Mimsy. He's Magnus' bodyguard. In return for safe passage, he's willing to give us an audience with the alchemist." so they had to escape through another way.
Fath knew that there was an underground river in the courtyard chamber of the lair. It flowed swift and rough, but with a little magic and some barrels they could probably pass through the rapids without breaking their necks.
The assassins were still out and about. They seem to have decided that the prisoners were either still inside the lair or dead outside in the sandstorm.
@CoconutLeaves, @Orpheus
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