Scene 2: Nethergate Forum
Scene 2: Nethergate Forum
Nikki, Tyranicus, Stew Boy, and Sir David are walking through the forum.
Nikki: Drakefyre? Kelandon? Are you here?
The four Spiderwebbers pause and wait. There is no response.
Tyranicus: They're not here either.
Stew Boy: Then they must be in either the Richard White Games Forum or the SubTerra Forum. Wait... what was that?
Sir David: 17 (4|\/|3 |=50|\/| 0\/35 7|-|353
The four Spiderwebbers turn to look. Sir David and Tyranicus both have their weapons ready. GoldenKing stumbles into the forum. Tyranicus lowers his bow.
Tyranicus: Oh. It's just GoldenKing.
Stew Boy: Isn't this the Nethergate Forum, Tyranicus?
Tyranicus: Of course it is.
Stew Boy: Then why do you have that bow?
Tyranicus: The real Romans and Celts both used bows!
Stew Boy: But not the ones in Nethergate.
The bow vanishes out of Tyranicus's hands.
Tyranicus: Oh, great. Thanks a lot.
Nikki: What are you doing here, GoldenKing?
GoldenKing says nothing. Instead, he wanders over until he is standing right in front of Nikki.
Nikki: Hey! There's something funny about your eyes.
GoldenKing: Xmjjnmk!
Nikki falls over unconscious. Stew Boy sways a little, but remains standing.
Stew Boy: GoldenKing's been possessed by the thing!
In response, GoldenKing casts aura of flames. Sir David is far enough away to avoid the spell. Tyranicus is able to dodge the flames easily.
Tyranicus: Working with Aran on the portal came in useful after all.
Stew Boy throws himself on the ground, barely managing to avoid the flames. GoldenKing hurries forward and places a foot on Stew Boy's back, trapping him on the ground.
Stew Boy: Somebody do something!
Sir David starts to run forward with the flaming sword held ready, but halts as GoldenKing casts aura of flames again.
Tyranicus: I would, except that now that I need it, I no longer have a weapon! And it's your fault, too. Wait a second... aura of flames doesn't exist in Nethergate either!
The flames surrounding GoldenKing suddenly die out. Both Sir David and Tyranicus rush forward.
GoldenKing: Zhphwq!
Tyranicus: Argh!
Tyranicus and Sir David stumble back with their hands over their ears. Stew Boy passes out.
Sir David: 1372 637 0|_|7 0|= |-|353!!1!
Tyranicus: Good idea.
Sir David and Tyranicus exit.
Nikki: Drakefyre? Kelandon? Are you here?
The four Spiderwebbers pause and wait. There is no response.
Tyranicus: They're not here either.
Stew Boy: Then they must be in either the Richard White Games Forum or the SubTerra Forum. Wait... what was that?
Sir David: 17 (4|\/|3 |=50|\/| 0\/35 7|-|353
The four Spiderwebbers turn to look. Sir David and Tyranicus both have their weapons ready. GoldenKing stumbles into the forum. Tyranicus lowers his bow.
Tyranicus: Oh. It's just GoldenKing.
Stew Boy: Isn't this the Nethergate Forum, Tyranicus?
Tyranicus: Of course it is.
Stew Boy: Then why do you have that bow?
Tyranicus: The real Romans and Celts both used bows!
Stew Boy: But not the ones in Nethergate.
The bow vanishes out of Tyranicus's hands.
Tyranicus: Oh, great. Thanks a lot.
Nikki: What are you doing here, GoldenKing?
GoldenKing says nothing. Instead, he wanders over until he is standing right in front of Nikki.
Nikki: Hey! There's something funny about your eyes.
GoldenKing: Xmjjnmk!
Nikki falls over unconscious. Stew Boy sways a little, but remains standing.
Stew Boy: GoldenKing's been possessed by the thing!
In response, GoldenKing casts aura of flames. Sir David is far enough away to avoid the spell. Tyranicus is able to dodge the flames easily.
Tyranicus: Working with Aran on the portal came in useful after all.
Stew Boy throws himself on the ground, barely managing to avoid the flames. GoldenKing hurries forward and places a foot on Stew Boy's back, trapping him on the ground.
Stew Boy: Somebody do something!
Sir David starts to run forward with the flaming sword held ready, but halts as GoldenKing casts aura of flames again.
Tyranicus: I would, except that now that I need it, I no longer have a weapon! And it's your fault, too. Wait a second... aura of flames doesn't exist in Nethergate either!
The flames surrounding GoldenKing suddenly die out. Both Sir David and Tyranicus rush forward.
GoldenKing: Zhphwq!
Tyranicus: Argh!
Tyranicus and Sir David stumble back with their hands over their ears. Stew Boy passes out.
Sir David: 1372 637 0|_|7 0|= |-|353!!1!
Tyranicus: Good idea.
Sir David and Tyranicus exit.