Dayel 05 05 06

After what seemed like ages of stealthy, slow progress, with his senses straining for the slightest hint of danger, Dayel felt the air warm further and shortly the passage opened into a large chamber. Dayel looked around, noting tatty tapestries, once magnificent, hanging from the walls. A small throne sat on a dais at one end of the room, with a strange symbol above it, that looked like a number 8 on its side. The throne was empty, and the group of adventurers was looking around. “Huh, a fucking throne, I’m the boss around here,” Dayel heard Mal the Magic-user mutter.

Dayel again sensed a presence. It came from another opening into the chamber to his left. Suddenly he saw a small missile, something like a rock, fly out of that opening and bounce off the dwarf’s armour. “Hey, what was that?” yelled the dwarf, looking wildly around. The group spun around, and another missile flew out of the doorway, this time striking the cleric. The missiles seemed to be guided my magic, as they always hit their mark but seemed to do little damage.

Mal the Magic-user muttered a short spell, and cried “Reveal” and thrust his hand in a complex gesture at the doorway. A magic glow appeared in the doorway and as it quickly faded, a strange creature was revealed. It was stocky, slightly shorter than a human, and it had two heads, one male and one female. It was wielding a sling and had a nasty sneer on one face, but a beatific smile on the other. “Get out of my throneroom!” it cried.

“What the fuck are you?” asked the tall ranger, squinting as if through fog.
“I am sian” said the female head. “No your not, your mantle” said the other, spinning to scowl at its counterpart.

This seemed about to erupt into a full scale argument between the two heads, when both did a double take, looked down and saw that its invisibility had been removed. Both heads shrieked “Nooooo. You can’t see me, you can’t see me…” and it turned and ran down the passageway, shrieking all the way.

“I don’t think that is the last we will see of that weird creature” said the martial artist, crossing her arms. “I dunno, that chick wasn’t so bad” said fingers, and the others looked at him incredulously. “Well, how do you know that it isn’t really a beautiful princess under some sort of spell?” he asked, defensively.

“The same way that you know whether a dwarf is a bloke or a chick,” replied the cutpurse, stepping forward, “you check the length of its beard!” she said, and burst into snorts of laughter.