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by waysoftheearth » Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:38 pm
waysoftheearth wrote:
Very well.
Taines sprinkles the remainder of his oil supply about the spider lair, taking care to wet the dried up corpses, the spider carcass and especially the webs beneath the thatched nest which harbours the clutch of sinister eggs. That being done he discards the empty flask and lights a wick of tallow in the little flame of his sapper's lamp -- and taking care to shield it from the mercurial breeze -- touches it to the hobgoblin corpses.
To his satisfaction the little flame that flickered weakly at first takes foot in the dried body, and soon starts to burn hungrily. Taine's expression changes from satisfaction to wonder as the flame is fanned by the breeze and builds quickly, leaping form one oil spot to another, and then beings to race up the thick ropes of web that choke the chamber.
"Oops," mutters Taines to himself, seeing his folly, as the flames begin tearing up the curtains of webs that coat the walls a foot thick in places. Before he knows it the entire room is roiling with crackling and snapping wind driven flames and a thick choking smoke.
Taines, Ulric, and Anwyn are all forced to retreat down the stairs, arms raised to guard themselves from the intense heat...
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]