PBEM, Episode 114 - Guardians and Plans

ONE HUNDRED FOURTEEN

(I/C)

The group continued to back up just ahead of the reaching Guardians. Swinging his silver Dagger, Abraxas said,  "Thoughts? Think they follow us to the statues? How far do we drag this out? We know silver and magic work. Señor Koivirds and I can hold the line. Everyone else fall back.”

Kovid shook his head. “We should go and go now. I can’t stand too many hits toe to toe with them. We have your dagger, my hammer, and maybe Lannis’ spells and that’s it.”

Lannis kept looking back, "They seem quite slow, if we pick up the pace maybe we can get away from them. I personally don't like being called a defiler, I didn't defile anything.”

“No more chitchat,” Wyn hissed at the corner, the sound of the harp once again playing behind the doors. "I will move forward to 'ear around corners. Let us not talk bout where we go. Wyn has an idea of where to go quick."

Still fingering the potion of Control Undead, Lyra said, “I don’t know... they don’t seem like ordinary undead. There’s something strange about them.” 

Taking the backpack from her, Brendon quipped, “And I thought I was carrying a lot. Let’s go Wyn, run it out.”

The group ran (Group move Silently +0, Red/Black 5) surprisingly light on their feet and with only some foot steps and the odd jangle to announce their presence. Wyn was in the lead and the party made it to the Butcher’s door and kept going, Kovid and Abraxas watching behind us – and the Guardians following but at a walking pace and being left further behind.

Moving quicker, Wyn made it to the corner and looked, and then again (Group Move Silently +0, Green 5), his infravision picking up nothing and then nothing again when the lantern light grew closer. (WMC: Red/Black 3) As we made it to the far corner Abraxas and Kovid could not see the Guardians anymore if they were even following us. But me moved as if they were.

Wyn took us past the dressing room (Group Move Silently +0, Black 8) and then past the Scriptorium where a quick look left and right showed no one following and then finally he took to the hall, ran us east to the Classroom and opened it so we could all file in. We were huffing and puffing and shaking with adrenaline as we caught our breath and tried to listen outside with our heart hammering. But after a few minutes we heard no followers, no Guardians, and no pursuit.

“Well,” Abraxas sighed, “That did not go exactly to plan, si?”

“Oh!” Lannis asked surprised, “There WAS a plan? Must have missed it when I was organizing my spell components.”

Time now is 3:12

(OOC)

No pursuit, no WMC, and we made it back to the Classroom.