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The water churns as the bathhouse becomes a battle… house! But it’s over long before it begins: charging up one last <span class="mu-s">HELLGEYSER</span>, you bring the sizzling strike upon Suulom’s last remaining shield! It puts up a good fight, but in between fighting three other combatants and directing a host of Magi’bah, you can’t fault him for letting his guard down…
Which, as it turns out, is <span class="mu-i">exactly</span> what the Mzz’goe’virr does! Feeling the magical barrier crumble beneath your assault, you land in an awkward heap on top of the dazed mage and thank whatever Gods are watching that you decided to keep your clothes on… Rezzie would have never let you hear the end of it!
Another handful of flames poofs into your hand just in time for another strike, but before you can deal the final blow, Suulom’s expression gives way to pure, unadulterated panic!
“<span class="mu-i">P-PARLEY!</span> PARLEY, good sir, please!”
You pause with a derisive snort. Did he really think that’s gonna work?
“I think about many things, actually…” He hastily replies! Such as?
“Like is love truly the most powerful force in the planes?” Asks the sorcerer with a wistful sigh!
“Gosh, I hope so…” Volka remarks as she wades over to the defeated wizard’s side! “Sometimes it just feels like nothing but doom and gloom in this wacky world of ours…”
“I’m in love!” Toppel swoons as hearts seem to form in her eyes! “And yes, it’s as powerful as they say~”
“I see….” Rezzie nods as she lands on the decorative island in the middle of the bath with a sagely nod, “So engaging in <span class="mu-i">love</span> breeds power…”
Did they all drink the bathwater or something? It’s a rhetorical question, but the bashful looks you get from Toppel and Volka don’t inspire much confidence…
“It’s… supposed to be healthy and magical… right?” Mutters the Skog as her eyes skirt away from yours!
“... Y-yea, I drank it because I thought it was healthy too… myep…mhm!” Toppel adds as <span class="mu-i">her</span> eyes skirt away from Rezzie’s!
By the way, you ask in a desperate attempt to change the subject, where’s Obber? The dreamy look in Toppel’s eyes gives way to a derisive groan.
“Oh, <span class="mu-i">him</span>... I told him to watch over Oti and the others, but-”
“Oh, him? He’s been snuggling with me in the bath this whole time, the cheeky little punk!” Punctuating the explanation with a good-natured laugh, Volka retrieves a Maakar-sized something from beneath the water and giggles! “Playful fella just wouldn’t stop rubbing against my hindquarters! That’s Maakar for ‘We’re friends’, ain’t it?”
Obber merely coughs up some bathwater as his sister stares daggers into his non-existent eyes. AAAAannnyways….
“Alas! It would appear I’ve been bested!” Suulom sighs, still pinned beneath you! “Well, it was worth a try, I suppose…”
Again, you sigh, did he <span class="mu-i">really</span> think this was gonna work out? The assassin shrugs.
>CONTD.
