(I/C)
“Thor's Glowing Gonads,” Kovid snarled, “they have my hammer!”
“Fuck your hammer, Dwarf,” Lannis replied. “For now we should focus on getting to safety. *quietly*” The Magic User drew out an Incense cone and held it in his hand, reciting arcanic words over it.
“Wolves!” Lyra added as Wyn joined her at the door to the steps down and closed it, his sensitive elven ears able to hear the sound of a running heavy four legged beast coming this way, along with the raspy sound of a dragging chain.
Helping Lyra down the hall, Wyn looked into the room with the hanging hobgoblin. “Should we cut down ze hobgoblin?”
“Robert,” Abraxas added, looking nervously in the direction the kobolds had run to, their voices still echoing strangely down the long hall.
“If itz body was used as part of a ree-chuu-hal, could his hanging body be contributing towards some nefar’ous spell or ree-chool?”
“If we had more time, I’d agree about the hobgoblin,” Lyra said quickly, “We can always come back for it and cut it down, later! For now, let’s go! East? Barracks?”
Brendon nodded, taking the lantern and holding it aloft. “Noise people! Let’s go!” And started to run, only able (Red 2) to tear one of the arrows fired free, the others either broken or not enough time. “Go, go go!”
The group started running except Lannis and Abraxas who had a loose grip on the Magic User’s sleeve as he was racing through his incantation. "The uh... hung...hanged...hung-ed... the swinging Hobgoblin - he would make a proper meal for los lobos, no? Maybe later. For now, vamonos to the barracks. Let's go amigos!"
At that point Lannis’ spell finished and a spray of burning flames shot out from his hand and ignited the incense cone that was smoking and burning. He turned and tossed it down the hall near the door where he and the fighter could now hear the distant panting and howling of the wolf getting closer. “Sounds like a grande lobos!” Abraxas grabbed Lannis by collar and shoved him ahead. "Señor Lame-ass, it's time to go. ¡Ándale amigo! Now!"
The group ran east, Brendon and Wyn leading the way, the rest of the party stretched behind them (>Noise check: 6 runners, 5 armor points, -11 penalty, Blue 12) all attempts at being quiet gone as they ran. As they hit the corner, the sounds of kobolds STILL echoing far behind them, they could hear something howling SLAM into the door they had closed behind at the top of the stairs (<Force Door +1, Red/Black 3), some scrabbling noises and shattering wood (Structural damage, Black Green 6 – FORCED!) and then the howl MUCH louder.
Brendon had the Barracks door open as we ran towards it, Abraxas forcing Lannis ahead of him, and then helping to spur Lyra on, the Cleric running slower than the rest of the party. (>Wis Scent check, -6 penalty incense, Blue/red 5 – Failed!) At the doors, we all shuffled in and then slammed it closed as the wolves howling had been replaced with some whining and crying noises for now. Wyn grabbed a chair from the table and jammed it under the door while Kovid (<Str Check -4 penalty, Yellow 4) went to the stone cabinet and SHOVED it hard across the floor to further blockade the door.
The Scout had gone across the room to the other door and laid his ear against it, listening (>Hear Noise, Red 76), giving the group the thumbs up a moment later. “All clear.”
The party was breathing hard and looking at one another, adrenaline running through them, eyes wide and wondering what was going to happen next.
Time now is 2:02
(OOC)
Combat XP!
15 XP per kobold, 6 killed, 6 run off (half xp) – 135 base xp
Kovid 23 xp
Lyra and Brendon 28 xp
Abraxas, Wyn, and Lannis 33 xp
Ok – in the room, wolf? Hit door and broke it in but was thrown off the scent immediately by the incense. Kobolds ran away and were still yelling but now group can’t hear. In room, door is braced by a chair and a stone cabinet, one other way out through door on SE that leads to steps going down.
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