In which Sorel attaeins new levels of awsomeness, and we all get our butts kicked

Well, we were determined to finish up this wing of the house, so despite our battered state and the oddness resulting from my new pet Golem, we decided to press on. It appeared as if we were in the servants quarters, so we were not expecting any serious opposition.

We chased away some rats at the top of the stairs. They ran into their holes, which led us to believe that there were rat tunnels going all through the walls. This might be a security risk, or it might be an opportunity. Since I was the likely “volunteer” to explore the rat tunnels, I kept quiet about the latter option. Maybe I’ll just buy some really big cats.

We found a loft that gave us access to the roof, but there we found some irritable gargoyles that were annoyed we found their happy place. We were well-stocked with magic weapons, so it was not as bad a fight for us as it could have been. With that said, it was still pretty bad. I got ripped up good, including a laceration in the abdomen that nearly had my guys falling out. Aleandra and Qual were both on their last legs when the last gargoyle dropped, and Sorel even had an arm mangled by a gargoyle bite. There was little question that we needed to rest and regroup.

Sorel’s wound healed itself by the time we made it outside. I know she has wings and all, but sometimes it’s easy to forget that she’s not human, since we don’t know exactly what she is. But it seems that the “live forever” part of her curse has rendered her pretty much indestructible, too. Qual immediately came up with a dozen adventuring uses for this new ability, mainly offering Sorel as our new designated trap detector. That didn’t go over well, but at least Sorel’s anger at Golem and me was redirected.

Sorel found she could also make her wings disappear if she concentrated. This makes her style options open up, and she’s also happier that now she can blend in with other humans, at least as far as drop-dead gorgeous women can blend in anywhere. And she still has the other part of her curse to worry about while she’s blending. We’re all learning to avoid any words with possible sexual connotations, but five minutes into a city, and Sorel would be frigging anything that moved.