NPF Avatars IV, Chapter III: The Sphinx on the Doorstep

[Bailey]

Syttulg glared after Pyros and then muttered to some of his nannites.

"See if you can drop some icecubes on his head, alright?"

With that, he followed the others in.

[Darth SS]

Darth was right behind Newb. Darth also had his normal whimsical theme music playing in the background. Darth was singing an incredibly annoying song in his best Blondie impression.

"Newb got mauled by the Sphiiinx, Newb got mauled by the Sphiiiiinx. It was fuuuuunny, so very fuuuuunny. Newb got mauled by the Sphiiiiinx, because he's duuuuuumb."

It just kind of repeated like that.

[Bailey]

"And put some ice under that wannabe bard's feet too." Syttulg muttered.

Some nannites flew down and began complying.

[PhoenixFlame]

"Wotonly using advanced technology for common jokes like placing ice-cubes under someone's feet is looked down upon in most circles, Newb." Phoenix chided.

"Like mine." she added as she returned her revolver to her coat with a cold, metallic snap. "Mainly because we technomagi would end up throwing people's planets at each other with colossal mass-drivers for shits and giggles." That said, Vampiress Phoenix had made her way rather quickly through the gate and into the dungeon.

"Fear whatever the creative ones would do to you." She muttered, "Ice cubes... Amateur..."

[Darth SS]

Darth then shrieked like a five year old girl at a Backstreet Boys concert. Everyone spun to look. He'd taken his shoe off because his shoe itched. Never mind the odor, when he put his foot down briefly, he found his arch resting on something cold. Very cold. In fact, cold as ice.

Darth slapped his shoe on quickly then glared around. He dropped his voice lower than normal and tried to sound tough and manly.

"Yah. I'm fine."

He then pointed his gun at Newb's head.

"It would be so easy. Everyone would know, no one would care."

Thankfully, he restrained himself and put the gun away. However, he made a mental note to give Newb a christmas gift. Said gift? The gay talking boxers from the last grand adventure.

[Dragonsbane]

"He's right, sadly. No one WOULD care." Dragonsbane shrugged, his eyes effortlessly piercing the veil of darkness as he walked into the temple.

[Toastburner B]

"You have no idea how right they are," TB added in. "I die all the time, and no one cares. Of course...I come back, so that might have something to do with it."

[mauve]

"We're such a warm, caring group of friends, aren't we?" Mauve said to noone in particular, with a smile on her face. "I can practically feel the love oozing out of us."

She took another step and tripped over a rock.

"Dang it, it's dark in here." She looked back over the others, or at least what she could see of them in this near-blackness. "I don't suppose any of you would happen to have a light spell or lighting device of some kind that WOULDN'T kill half the party when used, would you? I can do some fire spells, but it's all offensive stuff. And unless Toastburner would care to become a human torch to light our way-- unlikely-- they're kind of useless for this sort of thing."

[Bailey]

Some of the nannites gathered on Syttulg's hand and began glowing at a mental command.

"This'll drain me after awhile, but if any of you wonderful mages know some lightning spells, I can be recharged."

[Fenris]

"Well, depending on how fine you can make your fire shot, I can provide a solution. If I take all of my personal belongings out of my knapsack, and you could store them in your pockets of holding or whatnot, we could set the cloth on fire. It could make a handy torch."