Mandraiv's Diary 12

Waiting a few hours for the warrior to wake up from the poison, we also picked up a few scrolls of delay poison and a healing wand, and saw that, surprise, surprise all of the freed prisoners had fled the hospital.  Despite this, we were fortunate in that no trouble came to find us while we waited, so we headed back down for a second go.

We quickly finished off those we’d left alive on our last visit, except for Fyffe who hadn’t fled the complex, but used magic to do so as soon as we saw him.  I guess our hurrying down to ensure he hadn’t refreshed all of his daily spell powers was not such a worthwhile risk after all.  We found some more disease victims as well as more prisoners, these ones in cells, as well as some people that looked to have been turned into zombies by the disease they had been infected with and killed by.  A clear indication that we need to get this plague under control quickly, as if this development hits the streets we are in huge trouble.  I’m not sure we could kill all the zombies created by the plague, and a city filled with them would not be a very attractive place to live.  The prisoners also told us that there was another senior person in the complex, apparently a beautiful, cruel woman with a bit of a death fixation.  On this news we immediately began ferrying the prisoners up the lift, but as we started the woman appeared. 

She was not too bad looking, although the prisoners had indicated a true beauty.  Personally, I think they over stated the situation, although maybe it has more to do with my standards and expectations.  I guess I just expect someone described as a beauty to be at least as good looking as me, although on reflection that really is a ridiculous standard to hold others up to, given my own staggeringly attractive appearance.  Regardless of her appearance, she was a tough opponent, with some very effective spells as well as a truly impressive scythe and the will to really put it to use.  She was able to drop four-arms, the gun nut and the cleric, while the warrior spent the entire fight worshiping her on hands and knees (when not grovelling flat on the ground), hopefully due to a spell rather than falling for another inappropriate woman.  Eventually the ugly chick and I managed to convince the warrior to get off his knees and flee with us, which was only just accomplished.  Maybe the prisoners had seen this priest woman in action before – while her appearance wasn’t much on a purely physical measure, but in combat she moved like an angel of death, or perhaps some kind of demon of slaughter.

After our flight we healed up and again headed back down, hoping to dispatch the woman before she was able to regaining her most dangerous spells.  We didn’t find the woman but did recover the bodies of our companions, managing to recover the cleric and four-arms.  Tragically, the gun nut proved beyond our powers, his spirit apparently having departed for that gun range in the planes.  Seeking the woman we then stumbled upon yet another hideous monster, this time a vampire.  It seems like this complex is filled to bursting with dangerous opponents, but fortunately we were able to take it to the vampire, which unfortunately was able to flee before we were able to permanently put it down.

The next room we came to contained a bunch of zombies and some kind of hybrid demon-angel-horse thing in some kind of stasis in a liquid-filled tank.  I’m sick of this place.  It’s full of disease, corpses, undead and monsters, and not a looker in the bunch.  Anyway, the zombies immediately smashed the tank containing the demon thing, and we were forced to flee the complex, too depleted to take on yet another dangerous, ugly opponent we withdrew.  I guess we’ll have to take on the woman once she’s recovered all of her spells after all, but at least we’ll be at something like full strength ourselves.