<blockquote><div><cite>Chelsie wrote:</cite>"Oh, Veryn told me unfortunately we did book your usually room this morning. As an apology we’ll allow you, Kahmori and the young priestess here to stay in our queen's suite for the night."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">~You naughty girl.~</span></span></div></blockquote><br/>"The queen's suite? With the huge bed and bath?" Brady has never stayed in that particular room, of course - Commander Helix wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>generous - but she has peeked in on occasion while Chelsie or one of the other hotel staff was changing the linens. The private bath is easily as big as her usual room, and the bed could probably fit their entire traveling group comfortably... or, she hopes, a particularly active group of three.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Chelsie! Tell Veryn I said thanks, too." She gives the cowgirl a hug around the waist, and a conspiratorial wink to acknowledge mischief made. Chelsie will<span style="font-style: italic">definitely</span>be getting a big tip from her come morning...<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kahmori wrote:</cite>"Not hungry, are you?"</div></blockquote><br/>"Surprised?" Brady asks. "I may not look like it, but I'm actually pretty high-maintenance. Thinking burns a lot of calories, and what I do is pretty much pure brainpower, so..."<br/><br/>"You still could've gotten by on a fraction of that order," Crew points out. Then he adds, sing-songily, "All that extra fat's going going straight to your hi-ips..."<br/><br/>"Well then, I'll just put it somewhere else. I've got plenty of storage space," Brady says, waving her tail in Crew's direction as she crosses her arms over her chest. (Which action draw the attention might say a good deal about one's character.) "Besides, I might as well stock up while we're in town, just in case we don't see anything but hard tack and zombies for awhile."<br/><br/>"Speaking of which," Crew suggests, "maybe we should finish our planning talk<span style="font-style: italic">before</span>the food gets here?" The psicrystal gives a little gesture in Kahmori's direction, drawing Brady's attention back to the kitsune.<br/><br/>"Oh, ah... right." Brady gives Crew a nods, and silently thanks her companions for keeping her on track- and suitably distracted from Kahmori and Vendra's little flirting game. Not that it was unpleasant; to the contrary, she'd been enjoying their little preview of tonight's fun; however, it was getting harder and harder to keep a straight face, and she was beginning to worry that she might leave a damp spot on her chair cushion...<br/><br/>"So, what do you think our strategy should be?"<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kahmori wrote:</cite>"Well, seems to me...we'll just have to stomp our way inside. After all, it would do no good to get in there and get trapped, with a hundred icky creatures between us and the exit. Of course, stomping out way in  - well, that will give us away REAL quick. Would give time to prepare traps, or...heck, any other number of things. We can't even catch them with their pants down - they'll have time to pull some on."</div></blockquote><br/>"Maybe, maybe not," Brady says. "It's pretty unusual to find weak undead wandering alone- normally, their master keeps them on a tighter leash than that. We may be dealing with an amateur who doesn't have full control over his creations. Of course, they're pretty nasty customers even without a commander: self-repairing, acid-spitting, and pantsless. Ugh..."<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Brady uses Everchanging Psicrystal: Crew's personality is now Friendly/Scholar (religion)</div></div></div><br/>"We can't do much about the latter," Crew says. "However, we can takes steps to counteract their special abilities. If acidic saliva is a common trait among these... un-creatures, we would to well to prepare magic that resists corrosion. I believe that would be Miss Xali and Sir Alexei's purview."<br/><br/>"I do know a power for that, but it'll only work on me and Crew," Brady interjects. "Xali, Alexei, do either of you know anti-energy spells?"<br/><br/>Crew waits for the two arcanists' responses before continuing. "As for their self-repairing capabilities, our best recourse is to strike hard and fast. Physical force is an option, but I believe that holy power is particularly effective against such beings. Miss Vendra, I deign to request your assistance in this regard."<br/><br/>"And while we're down there, we should be on the lookout for a magic book," Brady adds. "I've heard that's where necromancers keep all of their power and secrets. If we can steal or destroy it, we might just wipe out his entire force. Plus, there's a HUGE reward if we can deliver an intact book to King Yiemo!"