Well if someone was watching the scene unfold, Irzen and Madeous could swear they heard the sound 'Benny Hill theme,' playing throughout the halls of the barracks tower.

Sergeant Talos scanned both hallways and determined that this level was clear of any danger. "Wait up, girlie! Don't be in such a hurry! But not bad on knocking down opponents either. We still got four levels to go to get to the wizard. Stay sharp people. We still have to go through the kitchen and officers quarters as well."

Serna held up her attack after she knocked down the last guard. Irzen flanked her to the right while Neven and Willow flanked her on the left. Without taking his eyes off of the way in front of him, Irzen called out, "You know this place better than we do, Sergeant, which way do we go?"

"To the right follow to the end of the hall and veer left through the door of the kitchen. Watch your selves around the kitchen staff. I don't know if they've been affected as well. The cooks can be just as deadly as the guards themselves with an assortment of cutlery at their disposal." Talos said quietly leading the party through the tower.

They made their way down the hallway in battle formation towards the kitchens with Serna at the center while Irzen and Willow took up flanking positions and Neven hanging in the rear center.

"Check your corners, everyone, check your corners!" Irzen cautioned them, "Now is not the time for us to get ambushed."

The party entered the kitchen area to find the cooks and kitchen taking refuge from the infighting. By their expression they were fine and wanted no part of it. The head cook nervously looked at Sergeant Talos, "Sir, what in the Nine Hells is going on? We're just minding our business and suddenly the guards started acting like mindless drones."

Talos motioned Irzen and company forward through the kitchen. "We're here to stop this madness, Chef Willis. Thank Bahamut you and your staff are well. If you can make your way out of the barracks to safety, or if you're feeling daring, I was told that not all the guards fell under the spell of the necromancer upstairs. Those who resisted were imprisoned in the cells down below."

The Swordsman and The Ranger cautiously checked all entrances into the kitchen while the others stood attentively nearby.

Chef Willis nodded silently, "Some will stay to maintain the illusion in case the possessed come looking this way. I can send some of the lads to the dungeon with some goodies and get those men out of there. Good luck to you, Sergeant Talos."

"This way looks clear," Irzen turned away from the hallway he was looking down and back over to Sergeant Talos, "Do we head this way to the top of the tower or do you have another route in mind?"

Talos lead the party up the steps to the next level and peaked around the corner. A pair of guards were walking straight towards the group. He whispered, "Two incoming."

"Neven, you're up!" Irzen hissed back to The Ranger who silently nodded in agreement.

The Thief crept forward towards the edge of the top of the stairs and looked over towards the two Guards. Neven clenched his fists and brought them together as though they were punching each other. Without warning, the two Guards got literally sucker punched by their own shadows and knocked out cold!

Irzen and Willow checked the adjoining hallways while Serna stayed close to Madeous.

"I don't hear anyone coming from this hallway, Willow." The Swordsman whispered to the Ranger.

Willow shook his head to indicate that he heard no one from his end.

"Unless you know something I don't know, it looks clear from here," Irzen hissed back to Talos, "Which way now?"

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"Bawhahahaha! YOU are a FOOL, Bronze Man! I swore long ago that I would have my revenge!" Sorvor sneered at the cleric of Bahamut.

Alyson still conscious and in pain, "Ugh! Will..ugh...someone shut him up! Ugh!"

Lazheros grasped his holy symbol with one hand and placed the other upon Alyson's back healing the wounds completely.

Without warning, everyone's favorite bad penny turned up! War Scribe appeared next to Sorvor with a look of evil glee upon her face and a smile a mile long. Screaming at the top of her lungs and right in Sorvor's ear, the Drow Chronicler proudly declared, "HEY, YOU GUYS! I'M BAAAAACCCKKKK!"

The Netherese wizard clasped his ears from the shrieking drowling and replied in kind as he hit her with a Ray of Enfeeblement that made her dimwitted and proceeded to toss the Chronicler over the balcony's ledge.

War Scribe was completely stupified by the spell as she began to coo like a dove and drool.

The Bronze Man helped the elementalist to her feet as War Scribe was free falling from six stories.

Alyson just face palmed herself, "Really? Again, your timing stinks War Scribe!" Raising her arms wide then bringing them together she created a Gust of Wind to catch the Chronicler from impacting into a gory mess. This was not the place for a brutal murder scene.

Alyson's Gust of Wind kept the Chronicler aloft. Inexplicably, she disappeared from view and reappeared not more than five feet directly above Sorvor. As one might expect, gravity took over as the hapless Drowling slammed into the Netherese wizard and knocked him to the ground. Crashing atop Sorvor, the drooling Drowling giggled like a seven-year-old school girl with pigtails, "You naughty, naughty baddie! Is that your wand or are you just glad to see me? Tee! Hee!"

"GAAAHHH!" The necromancer snarled again from the impact. He rolled back and forth eventually throwing the drowling off of him to one side. As she tumbled to the right, Sorvor turned and cast Freezing Sphere at her. Freezing her solid in place. A pair of charmed guards came through the door seizing the drowling physically dragging her to the edge again for immediate drop off.

The Bronze Man observed this new figure. The one the elementalist referred to as War Scribe, may be of some help after all. Still, he could sense the amount of insanity off the drowling could be problematic later down the road. -I am not certain that I like this 'friend' of yours Alysiane.-

Alyson watched as War Scribe and Sorvor fought each other as best she could from the ground. She knew Lazheros's vision was far superior to hers and inhaled, -A Chronicler of Validor. Can't say you wouldn't like having one of these individuals here in Asylum.-

"What?!"

"Yes."

"When this is over and your friends succeed, the Chronicler will be dealt with appropriately," The Bronze Man looked directly at Alyson, his intense expression meant business.

Alyson shrugged not knowing what to say now. War Scribe had her moments but most of the time she was for lack of a better word a pest in the eyes of some of the party members.

Though War Scribe was physically helpless she was not magically powerless. As the two charmed guards seized the Drowling and prepared to throw her from the ramparts of the tower. The Chronicler teleported once more, this time to a height of ten feet above The Netherese Wizard. However, when she teleported herself she did so with the two guards that held her. When she came down on Sorvor's head, she did so with their two bodies as well.

Now Sorvor was pinned to the floor of the tower with two charmed guards and one drooling Drowling on top of him!

The Netherese wizard groaned under the weight of the guards on top of him with the drowling sitting proudly on all of them.

"Hey Scribe! Think you can keep them pinned while Irzen and company make their way to you?" Alyson shouted up to the Chronicler.

Under the power of both the Ray of Enfeeblement and the Freezing Sphere, the best War Scribe could do to respond to Alyson's request was to drool out of the corner of her own mouth and make a noise that sounded vaguely like a wounded dove.

After about five minutes of being a drowling Popsicle and stupified, War Scribe snapped back to herself. The wizard and two guards still struggled to get free of each other.

"NOW WHAT THE HELL KIND OF A GREETING WAS THAT?!" War Scribe snapped as she sat atop Sorvor and the two Guards, "Especially for a Chronicler of Validor! You need to show more respect when someone like me pays a visit, you nasty yet unbearably hot Necromancer you!"

Sorvor managed to shout out into the hallway in some strange language and from the eerie green glow came a Skeleton Warrior brandishing a great sword intent on cleaving the Chronicler off of its Summoner.

"A Skeleton Warrior?! REALLY?!" War Scribe shook her head in disbelief, "You've got to be kidding me! Even for a Necromancer you should be able to show more imagination than that! Take me for example! I'm full of imagination. I'm loaded with surprises. Try this one on for size!"

War Scribe used her chameleon ability to literally change herself into an Iron Golem. The Drowling smiled, "Now how's THAT for imagination! Whack away, O Skeleton Warrior, I'll just sit here until Alyson and company arrive."

And on that note, War Scribe sat where she was using her extra mass to pin both the Guards and Sorvor helplessly beneath her. All the while the Drowling merrily hummed a tune that seemed to resemble "If I Only Had A Heart" from the Wizard of Oz.