Well, it looks like it's down to the four of us now, with Demagog gone.
]Wow, it's like I'm actually going on a mission instead of waiting outside. That's gnarly.
Anxious to exercise his new role, Angus practically dragged everyone into the pyramid with him. "OK, now, keep an eye out for traps. Hey, Sun," he nodded at Jonathan, "Can you bend light with those powers? 'Cause there's a laser tripwire over that hallway, if we ever decide to go down it. Yeah," he cut off Big Bob before he could ask, "Trolls see better than humans."
The pyramid's entrance led into a surprisingly small hallway, only to suddenly branch off into a half-dozen side hallways, each themed after a particular era: Stone Age, Bronze Age, Iron Age, Information Age, Mythic Age, and Hallowed Age. Angus wasn't sure where those last two fit in exactly, but he figured that he'd ask one of the angels if he really needed to know.
The main hallway then abruptly ended in a massive room...with a massive grey pillar of light that disappeared into the vaulted ceiling...and a table full of luxurious food and drink, this one more Middle Eastern than Oriental.
Angus looked at the others. "Last time I ate food from one of these tables, the Sphynx showed up. Not sure if it was coincidence--"
Big Bob yelped with joy as Rupert came snuffling into the room, following the smell of a massive mahi-mahi fish that was steaming gently in the middle of the table. "RUPERT!!!" he yelled, and rushed up to his friend. Rupert deigned to let Big Bob scratch him behind the ears.
Angus, Big Bob, Abe, and Grydit tenatively sampled the food, and it was good...so good, in fact, that they forgot about the passage of time, the bomb, and the danger. So good that it was only intervention of the other half of the group that brought them back to reality.
"Jennifer," began Jonathan, gesturing to a very beautiful lady that seemed to be just slightly unreal, "this is Big Bob, Angus, Grydit, and Abe."
Wow...I'd tap that. Angus thought to himself. Jennifer looked at him with faint revulsion, as if she knew what he was thinking. In the background, Arctereal was getting distracted by something.
"Now, what exactly are you doing eating food when you were so direly concerned about the bomb?" Jonathan asked.
The four at the table looked back and forth between themselves, and abruptly stood and regained their self-control. Big Bob, still sneaking a lamb-filled pita pocket into his lab coat pocket, stammered an apology.
As Jonathan and Jennifer Tsked at them, Arcterael pulled his head back from the Hallowed Age hallway, and said "I sincerely apologize to everyone for interrupting, but it appears as though my weapon and shield are at the end of this hall -- can I pull you away from the feast and ask for your assistance?"
Jonathan knew that the Excalibur was also down that same hallway, so he nodded his agreement.
Everyone else agreed one by one, and the group began to move quietly down the Hallowed Age hall, past massive statue-like icons and altars to various dieties and extraplanar entities. All was quiet for several dozen feet, until Big Bob suddenly stopped, distracted by one of the statues, and Angus tripped over him and collapsed onto the floor in a massive orange heap.
"God damn it!" Angus gunted as he stood up.
"BLASPHEMY!!!" came the cries of dozens of voices from all around them. All at once, more than twenty massive stone statues, each individually almost twenty feet tall, began slowly to begin moving, all with expressions of dire anger on their faces. "You must be cleansed, Angus Thermopyle. Prepare to face JUDGEMENT!"
Angus blinked twice, and looked at his companions. "Uhhh....sorry."
