The events of the 17th of Obsidian, 1066
War'dunell left Eita's room still talking, giving a happy way to Zako. "She's all yours! Goodness, I'd been in there for so long, I nearly forgot to get lunch! Tah!"
Squeezing past her in the hallway, Zako gave a brief knock before slipping into Eita's room. He looked abashed, and quickly took his helmet off, holding it with both hands against his breast plate. "I'm sorry about not warning you. It slipped my mind with what Maggarg is putting us through. Sgt. Pepper has a... a really nasty disposition. He likes to break new recruits, the bastard."
"Yeah, now you tell me," Eita grumbled, wincing as she readjusted her broken arm in it's sling. "What's up with that Doctor? He came down here with a carving knife and a tenderizing hammer."
"Oh, Dojango! He's a great guy, but he's more a... chef then a doctor."
"Just wonderful..."
"Now now, I know you're mad, but he'll get you fixed right up. Take my leg for instance," Zako lifted his leg up, propping the boot on the foot of her bed, giving his steel knee brace a tap with his knuckles. "He rigged this up with Lucy's help. I can even run with the support; just great work."
Eita nodded, her eyes lifting up from the knee brace to the old, dented armor Zako wore. She lifted one eye, pointing to the worn sigil on the breastplate. "What's that?"
"Oh, this? Well, it seems I picked some wrong armor out of the store room. An Old Major we had here left it behind, and-" They both jumped as a cry tore through the fortress.
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Kuli, Vash, and a sword-carrying Jools stormed down the steps towards the workshop levels. Kuli's face was taut with concentration, his maester's coat flapping behind him as he nearly ran. The book of Zefon was in one hand, a vial of water from the lake in front of the church in the other. Pounding down to the crafts workshop, he stepped aside as Jools kicked the door off it's hinges, Vash coming up beside them with a small wooden hatchcover.
Inside the room, the walls were covered in vomit and blood. Stoneworker Roughfloor stood on his tip toes near the back, his arms outstretched, seemingly held up by puppeteers strings. He held a scepter in his hand, his mouth slack, eyes rolled back in his head to display only the whites. As Maester Kuli stepped inside, Roughfloor's mouth snapped shut, lips curling into a wide mocking smile.
"Kuulliiii," he said, his words reverberated around the room, a trick of the stone making it sound as if he was speaking with multiple voices. "You're such a problem. I would have hoped... you would have died long ago."
"Let me skewer him," Jools said eagerly. To demonstrate he thrust his sword forward twice. "I'll kill this demon."
Kuli frowned at Jools, and held the book out in front of him like a shield. He shook the vial, splashing the water onto Roughfloor. "Back, fiend! Announce yourself, and release this Dwarf! You are NOT welcome in this place!"
Roughfloor shrank back, unearthly shrieks rising from his throat. "You will be destroyed, you will be over run. I - Olsmo - will personally rip your head from your tender neck you annoying bug, and then I'll feast on the marrow in your bones"
With a flash of light from Roughfloors eyes, and another spray of vomit, the Stoneworker collapsed to the ground in a heap. Kuli wiped his forehead with the back his sleeve, and Vash leaned over to ask, "Is he exorcised?"
"Yes... he's fine now, he needs rest, and water."
"What did he make?"
Kuli knelt down and picked the scepter up, looking it over. "A microline scepter, covered in ash, and spikes of... Rose Gold and Nickle Silver. It looks like there... yes, there are dwarves slaving away to make this fortress, and... there is a large bat on the top in dread camel bone. Looks like the handle is wrapped in Donkey Leather."
That evening, Jools had finally calmed down enough to be let out of his room. Vash still had a knot above his eye from when he had to wrestle his friend away from Maester Kuli, but they made up quickly enough over a few mugs of ale. Now if only they could get Kuli to speak to them...