(I/C)
"See?” Wyn was picking his teeth, a half piece of the parboiled ferret in his off hand. “De weasel not dat bad.”
"Not that bad?” Lannis mimed gagging. “That steamed weasel was one of the worst things I've ever tasted. I'm surprised nobody died"
Lyra nodded. “It was terrible. But maybe wouldn’t have been bad if we hadn’t cooked it like we were making a hard boiled egg.”
“Bah,” the elf scoffed, chewing another piece slowly. “Ye would never survive a week in th’ swamp.”
“Sure, if there was a hotel, and no swamp nearby.”
Turning to Kovid, Wyn said, “Monsieur Dwarf en I will take first watch in de dark in de barracks like last night. Before I sleep, I add some light to de room wit de spell makin'. Den we make wit de sleepin’. Wit du Lac on second watch, de odder humans are in de last watch.”
Picking up his backpack and shouldering it to go, Brendon said, “I wouldn’t be a good scout if I couldn’t go it alone, I’ll take the interruption in sleep. You all need more than I do.”
Twirling his hammer and rubbing the middle of his tongue clean with the bottom of his beard, Kovid replied, “Aye Wyn, let’s take the first shift. It will help to distract me from that taste of wet rat in my mouth.”
The group left the Ishtari area and made their way across the CATACOMBS back to the stairs, where listening and traveling with care, went up to the door and then entered the LOWER BARRACKS. Once inside, like they did last time, they moved the stone cabinet in front of the door and then made their way across the chamber, through the back door, and up to the UPPER BARRACKS. A cursory look around showed that there had been no change since the last time they were here.
Discarding his armor and rubbing his padded doublet across his chest, Abraxas collapsed on the same bed he had slept on the night before and told the party, “"Si amigos. Necessitamos dormir. Buenos Noches y Suenos Buenos, mis amigos,” before snoring almost immediately.
The rest of the group followed suit, leaving just Wyn and Kovid. Kovid turned down the lantern, “about an hour left in it,” he muttered, and in the gloom Wyn waved his hands around his head and whispered “Fait lux!” – the room blossoming in rose and pale yellow colored light.
“Tha’ should last us an hour or more easy.”
With that the two friends chatted quietly and kept watch, ears perked up as the time ticked away (2 WMC: Red/Black 4 and Red/Black 2 – none). Eventually 9:30 rolled around and exhausted, they awoke Brendon, the scout getting up quickly. The enchanted light had long faded but Kovid relit the lantern and handed Brendon a flask of oil, “You’ll need it. Seriously, anything happens, wake us.”
“Thanks guys. I got this.”
Brendon patrolled the room, listening with care and walking around silently. He checked his dwindling quiver of arrows, “12 left. Hope we find more.” And passed the time. (2 WMC: Green 4, Steel 1!!!)
Around midnight (Type: White 2: Hobgoblins! # Appearing: 1d6 Red 2) while he was watching, (<Brendon Hear Noise +20, Red 29..>Hobgoblin Hear Noise, Red/Black 62) he heard the distant sound of booted feet and jingling mail. He doused the lamp and drew his short sword, back to the door and cocked his head to listen.
Goblinoid language, deeper voice. “Hobs,” he whispered to himself and tightened his grip, straining to hear.
“So?” one of the asked the other, talking their language but Brendon could understand it.
“I think they fled.”
“Nah, Grilljax said they killed Four Eat.”
“All of them? I like those guys.”
“At least 1. Others are skittish.”
“Killed the Male Ape too.”
“Yeah. That was just dicky.”
“Serious dicky. Fucking Ape been here back when Murderer was alive.”
“No reason to do that. Corfard is right you know.”
“True. Cannot be trusted. They would kill everyone they come across.”
“So fled?”
“Nah, hiding somewhere.”
The handle jiggled and Brendon’s pulse shot up.
“No one in there.”
“I know, just doing my job.”
“Catacombs?”
“Makes me nervous.”
“True. Can oogle at elven statues again?”
“Ugh. You’re gross.”
“Haw, you know you want to.”
At that point their voices had faded away as they travelled south and Brendon could not hear them anymore. The rest of his watch was without issue and after it was over, awoke Lannis, Lyra, and Abraxas – telling them of his encounter with the Hobgoblins.
At 1:30 the next three members took watch, on high alert assuming the hobgoblins were going to come back, and after the lantern ran out of oil Lannis was forced to use one of his few torches left for an hour (WMC: Black Speckled 4, Pink 2 – no!) but 5:30 came about and the watch was over.
Everyone awoke and after breaking their fast and washing up the best they could, Wyn, and Lannis studied their spells while Lyra prayed for hers. Kovid was forced to use his last flask of oil in the lantern and after everyone was ready (7 AM) he had some news for the party.
“Food we’re good on now. And water we can get from 2 sources. As for a place to stay, this barracks has worked for us twice. But we are going to have a problem soon. I have used my last flask of oil in the lantern and we have about 5 hours of light left in it. After that I have 3 torches left.”
Abraxas held his hand up, “Senor Krowbed, I have 4, quarto torches left if we need.”
Lannis sighed. “I have 2 torches as well, and 2 flasks of oil.”
“Hmm,” the dwarf muttered. “Ok, not as bad as I thought, but by end of day, we’re going to need either more torches or more oil. So please, let’s put that on the list for today, day 3, item we need to find.”
“Where to? Grilljax and Jowass I hope!!”
Time now is 7:00 AM!!
New Adventuring day!
(OOC)
Running out of light stuff, have enough for 24 hours or so and that’s it, less if you set up any burning oil traps or such.
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