ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN
(I/C)
After seeing his massive sword stroke had no discernible effect and the steaming wound done by Kovid’s hammer, Abraxas hastily sheathed his sword and drew his silver dagger, thrusting it at the closest Guardian. "These creatures are on repeat. They just keep saying the same thing. And Plata! ¡Usamos Plata! Make them burn, amigos!"
Dismayed at the effects the group has had so far, Wyn called out, “Dis not gonna work, mes amis. Need magic to 'it dem. Time to fall back and regroup. Dwarfriend, break de engaging. Salazar, stop trying to poke 'em to redeath. I don't tink they will leave de statue area, but just in cases... we head down de hall to see iffin they follow. Offop, block de 'all iffin dey follow. Else we cen get away easy. Dey slow like a dwarf waste deep in de quicksand. Allons-y. Allons-y." He tripped backwards down the hall, looking to see if the group was following.
Almost immediately after him came Lannis, the Magic User offering, “Oh blessed Corfard! We apologize for our transgressions. In fact, we were just leaving. Right guys?"
Lyra fingered the potion of Undead Control but did agree, “My vote is to also fall back.” Moving down the hall.
Abraxas hearing the words and seeing what was going on, lunged once at the one that Lannis’ dart had wounded earlier (>+5 to hit, -4 penalty swap weapon, Blue 13) his silvered dagger ripping into the Guardian’s abdomen and raising a reeking vaporous burst of steam and causing the figure to hiss and draw its gut in as if in agony (1d4+2 Damage, Blue 1 – 3 Damage!).
Brendon was at the corner of the room, waving the Fighter and Dwarf back, “We all make snap decisions based on our thoughts and feelings, and sometimes it maybe wrong and cause others to hate you! I know this first hand! Don’t be like me! Trust the team! We promised each other we’d go home.”
Kovid gave two halfhearted swings to clear the area in front of him and them ducked back and skipped towards the entrance of the room. The Fighter did the same, dagger held in front of him, lining up with the dwarf as they joined the scout at the entrance, the three of them fading west out of the room.
“Abraxas,” he offered, “Thanks you for trusting Layra's intuition, my honor, Kuvoid's wisdom, Wynses' pact making, and even Lannis’s intellect.” He strung his bow across his shoulders and continued to head out. “Come on Let’s go!!!”
The Guardians strode purposefully after the group, steady and methodical if a bit slow. “You shall be consumed,” the lead one said, the wound from the dart and the slash from the silver dagger both oozing slow fresh ichor that burbled from the ruined flesh, “Consumed by the fires of Corfard.”
Meanwhile the one in the fire pit finally stood up, holding a shining statue over its head. “You shall be consumed. Consumed by the fires of Corfard.”
The group was about 4 paces ahead of the approaching 4 Guardians and strung out down the hall. Wyn who was at the corner did glance down in that direction (WMC: Red/Black 4) and saw it clear for now, both doors still closed.
And the occasional played string from the harp sound had returned.
Time now is 3:03
(OOC)
At the corner: Wyn, Lannis, Lyra, Brendon, Kovid/Abraxas – that’s the current order with the back of the line closest to the guardians who for now are still approaching but are a bit slower than most of the group (barring Lyra). I can also tell you, the one that was in the fire to get the statue, doesn’t seem to be bothered by the fire or the fact that his flesh is burning. Also, they are NOT running, but walking – so if at walking speed Lyra is the same speed as them, running is a different situation – but causes other problems (can’t prepare to see what’s ahead, noise, WMC, etc.)
What’s the plan?
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