"Are you sure we can trust her"? Roan asked Thamaturge. "I don't think Courtney will fall for her "charm", but your the boss what you say go's". "So if you need me I'll be over there "training". He said going in to a corner and tossing his basball aginst the wall.

"Well, ok. I'll go inform those two." With that, Cowman sprinted away.

He headbutted into Thaumatarge on the way to find Osterbaum. "You the one with the immaculately clean dungeon? Listen. Osterbaum is going to your throne room and is trying to steal all your soul crystals."

"WHAT??????? He's trying to pilfer my soul crystals? I'll kill him myself!"He left the evil hooded one.

He nearly dislocated Osterbaum's arm. "Osterbaum, right. Thatmatarge's throne room is just down this hallway. He says you are an oyster's bum, and can't steal a soul from a cow."

WHAT!!!!! He called me that!!!! I'll kill him!!!!!!And Osterbaum went down the needle-filled hallway.

"GLOP? There you are. You know Thaumatarge has lots of Delectable Sweeties, right. All of them are in his throne room. You know how to go there, right?" The GLOP marched off, his mind thinking about those Delectable Sweeties.

"Steven L., right? The one who laughs about trees? Listen, your mom called. And she doesn't sound pleased. Go! Your phone's in Thaumatarge's throne room." "Mom called? NUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!" Steven L.(L for Luckless) rushed to the throne room.

As soon as the four of them reached the throne, the sky was filled with GPS-equipped, superheavy, adorned with sharp, pointy objects anvils crashed down on them. And the four of them got hurt. Really bad.

Thaumaturge pulled himself to his feet and surveyed the throne room. He was glad now that he had had the forethought to shield himself back on the battlefield. As it was, the shield had taken most of the anvil damage before collapsing, although one had gotten through, resulting in a bad cut on his left arm. "This situation reeks of hero. Hmm... If there are heros in the lair, they might be trying to reach Courtney..." He pulled out a scrying crystal, and scryed for the device which he had given Dante. In the crystal he saw a view of his library, and within it Izumo, Dante, Courtney, and a minion. That foolish guard! He should never had let her out! He looked around. This situation would have to wait - the issues with Courtney were more important.

ooc: DrmChsr0, you could have waited for us to react to your ploy. It's not a problem if there is a good reason (If we're captured, or if we've not been around for a while), but I think that you should have waited for us this time. I don't mean to sound harsh, but do you think that my character would believe a hero who has apparently just escaped from my dungeon? It's not too serious, but please try to cut back a little.

The GLOP was annoyed. It had been on the verge of devouring Osterbaum, Delectable Sweeties and all, when Cowman had come to tell them about the hoard in Thaumaturge's throne room. Inexplicably, the GLOP had decided to ignore the instant gratification made possible by Osterbaum's presence, instead accompanying Osterbaum and Cowman into the mountain lair, only to have some pointy bits of metal fall on it from the ceiling. It had hurt quite a bit, and some of the metal bits were still embedded in the GLOP's gelatinous body. It scratched absently at them with some fingernail-shaped pseudopods while it recovered.

Cowman had been right, though. There were Sweeties here. There were lots of Sweeties in Thaumaturge's and Osterbaum's nasty little pocketses ("Those things must have hit me harder than I thought," mused the GLOP, as it struggled to remain in character. "I don't even know what a pocketses is.") Determined once and for all to have the soul crystals of one or the other evil overlords, the GLOP planted itself firmly in front of the exit and sent untold hundreds of writhing pseudopods, full of Evil Overlord-Bashing Anvil Power, at both Thaumaturge and Osterbaum.

Thaumaturge almost dropped the scrying crystal in shock when the Glop's pseudopods came darting towards him, each carrying a heavy load of anvil at the end. He darted for his throne, flipped open a hidden panel, and pressed a button. Nothing happened. He pressed it again, then mashed it frantically. Finally the hidden mechanism caught, but instead of dropping down to a safely secret passage, the throne rocketed up, slamming Thaumaturge into the ceiling.

"Owww..." Moaned Thaumaturge from his eyrie. He looked over the edge. HE still wasn't out of danger. "Oh, narg." He jumped down, then ran towards the Glop. HE reached for his bag of soul crystals, brought his arm back, and shouted at the Glop: "Look! Here are all of the soul crystals that I have on me. They're your's - go and get them!" And with that he hurled the bag though a gap between the Glop's jackboots. After all, he thought to himself, I can always retrieve more from my warded storerooms.

"Gah!" Courtney jumped again, ducking out of Dante's soft and sweet-smelling arms, just in time to hit the floor to dodge some random trap that Izumo barely managed to disable.
"Thanks, dark angel person. Jeez! Isn't that trap a little thorough? Who would even come in here besides Mr. Thaumaturge himself? It's not like minions read...uh, no offense, minion-guy."

The guard shrugged genially. "None taken, we really don't read."

"Dante, you're very pretty and all, but I'm, ah, you know, not sure I'm ready for this stage in our relationship..."

She sneaked a glance at her drifting magelight. It seemed to be hovering around a shelf, high on the second level. "Of course," she thought grumpily, "Make the short girl climb." She began looking around for a ladder.

"Oh, Courtney, nobody's saying we have to do anything... we can start as friends, right?"

A minion from behind her went "Yeah righ-" and he never finished the sentence, because Succubus Dante backhanded the insolent little man with Style No. 543, the Bitch Slap.

"May your children be run over by cement trucks and your family sold into slavery, worm!" she muttered through clenched teeth.

Then she turned to Courtney and put an arm around her again, purring into her ear like the cat who's been thrown out and wants to stay in.

"Don't be afraid, Courtney... it's not so bad, is it, hmm?"

"How did you even find me here? Did someone put you up to this?" Courtney demanded of Succubus-Dante. "I liked you so much better as a nice, non-agressive, hapless mad scientist...."

Spying a ladder, the girl began edging towards it as she spoke.

Izumo watched intencly... this was getting hot, though saddend that courtny may prefer the oposite gender for he was guna ask her out.

Steven L. was upset. What kind of monster lures an unsuspecting person into a trap by telling said person that his mother is on the phone? Normally immune to god-moding, Steven L. had to run there, as it was his mother. Falling for the trap, Steven L. became furious. He quickly found his cell phone, and called his mom.

"Mommy. There are a bunch of bullies picking on me. Please help?" His face lit up. "Thank you, Mommy dearest!"

Steven L.'s mother had called everyone else's mother. Now, everyone was getting angry phone calls while Steven L. laughed hysterically.

"Puupuupupupupupuppuuu!"