ONE HUNDRED SIXTY FIVE
(I/C)
Still peering around the corner, Wyn whispered, “Dat horn can’t be good fer us, mes amis... time to go, oui?”
“Yeah,” Brendon replied. “The rest of the group seems to be ok, I hear singing.”
"Monsieur du Lac, I tink it time fer us to get outta 'ere... if you throw dat lantern at de orc, I cen get de rats to pull de beekeeper away around de corner.” He was directing Doobie to land on Quatre and sting the last sleeping rat, while also squinting at the other 5, having them fall back from the Orc stalking them and surround the Beekeeper. “I do t tink de bee hive on de staff will bee enough to keep em away."
Brendon took out his unraveled rope and was lashing his last flask of oil to the lantern he took off the wall, his motions fast and exact as he wound and tied. He kept glancing out there and counting off the seconds under his breath. “You’re too attached to the rats, Wyn. Should’ve sent them after the orc and WE grab the body.”
Eyes straining, Wyn bared his teeth as he had the rats struggle to pull the body. “Don’t scold me, young Monsieur du Lac. I am currently controlling multiple creatures with my mind. Dis may be too complicated for a human to understand, but it’s taking several times me own concentration to do dis. I cennot drag a body en control de animals at else same time.”
(>Str check, Steel 15) The rats were tugging and puling and doing their best, feet scrabbling as they tried but the Beekeeper was too big for the 20# rats to drag. The elf was hunched by the door, directing them with his fingers and thoughts, chewing on his bottom lip as he pushed his will at the vermin. “Also, the rats need to be 30 feet from me, so I cennot send dem down the hall while I attack.”
“Hey!” the orc yelled! “Leave the sleeping Keeper Beekeeper alone or I’ll kill you two times!”
“We also need to get de feck out of here before de orcs show up,” Wyn continued, growing frustrated at the Giant Rats lack of success. “We were waitin for one of dem to die before we rush in. It doesn't matter if they know if we are here now.”
Brendon meanwhile seemed to be ignoring the elf as he wrapped up his efforts on the lantern and oil, stepped to the door, swung the lantern a few times to build up momentum, and then pivoted and hurled it (>+3 to hit, Red 14) where it sailed down the corridor and smashed against the brute’s armored chest, briefly illuminating his porcine surprised face garishly from below.
Before he was consumed in fire (1d8+ 1d6 Damage: Red 4 + Red 5 – 9 Damage!). “BWAHHHH!” he screamed, holding his face and stomping his feet, spinning around like a top, cloak flailing, spreading oil soaked fire everywhere. (Notice Brendon? 1-3 yes, 4-6 no: Red/Black 3 – yes) “BWAHHH! SOMEONE SET ME ON FIRE! A SOMEONE!! BWAHHH!”
The horns in the distance sounded closer.
Meanwhile Wyn was giving up on the rats being able to pull the body and realizing they were running out of time. He continued, “If was your suggestion to get de body out of here. I only offer a plan to do it. If you have a better idea based on de actual conditions we are in, I welcome it. Odderwise, trow de damn lantern.”
Brendon tapped him on the head and pointed at the screaming ablaze orc.
Slightly chagrined, the elf offered, “Oh... you did eet already?” He broke into a smile and stood up, dusting off his legs. “Merci beaucoup, mon ami. Allons-y.” He moved out of the room and made for the corner, the 6 Giant Rats leaving the Beekeeper alone and following him.
“You know, you’re starting to complain more than Lannis lately,” Brendon quipped, last guy out of the room and around the corner, watching the tableau behind with concern.
Meanwhile, Kovid was watching the bear roaring as it picked up speed to get away. “Let the bear go for now Abraxas. We gave it something to think about, and more trouble is on the way by the sound of those horns.”
"That horn sounds bad,” Lannis agreed. “Not as bad as a charging bear, but still bad." He stuck his finger along the inside of the Censer and proceeded to leave a marking on the wall in soot spelling out “LEAVE”.
Lyra gathered up her sling, wrapping it around her wrist. “I agree - let the bear go. If we get caught here we’re going to have a bigger orc problem.”
Meanwhile Abraxas was matching the bear’s retreat step by step, Scythe swinging back and forth. He smiled at the ursine, teeth bared, weapon arcing back and forth. “You can’t trick me again,” he whispered. "After this, they will call me Abraxas, The Ursine Ursurper! Hmph!" From somewhere behind them they heard the sound of glass breaking and someone screaming their heads off as if they were on fire. “I thought they didn’t want the orcs to know we were here? Stupido!”
And then Abraxas lunged forward (>+6 to hit -4 Dam Defl, Blue 13) Scythe tracing a deep line across the bear’s forearm and through the thick muscles of its chest (1d8+3 Damage: Blue 4 – 7 Damage!).
“Abraxas!” The dwarf and cleric hissed. “What are you doing!?”
(Bear’s reaction roll: 2d6: 1+1 – Furious) The bear no longer made any attempt to flee, instead it rose up on its hind legs and roared a powerful challenge, rising at least 2 feet or more above Abraxas’ head.
(Initiative: Bear Red/Black 6, Party Steel 5) (Bee check: 1-3 yes, 4-6 no: Red 4 – not stinging wildly again yet)
The bear slammed down on the Fighter, its front paw (>+5 to hit, Red/Black 4) deflected by Abraxas’ Scythe. It followed up on a second swing, this time catching Abraxas (>+5 to hit, Teal 15) across the midsection (1d4 Damage: Blue 3) and staggering him back. But it was the bear’s open maw bite that descended down and hit Abraxas on the shoulder and neck area (>+5 to hit, Green 19) that dropped the fighter to one knee and strain to keep the bear from overpowering him as he felt his own blood run down his chest and back, and the bear’s hot breath in his face (1d8 Damage: Red/Black 7, Damage Deflection >Str: Blue 20 – Take 7 Damage!!)
Lannis just looked at the sight of the bear chewing on the Fighter and uttered, “Oh…shit.”
Time now is: Day 5, 8:13 AM
(OOC)
63 of 110 expired. Orc on fire and having a shitty day. Beekeeper way too heavy for the rats to drag. Bees in hall most likely start stinging for proximity purposes next round to hives. Bear is fucked up but Abraxas is fucked up too (Fighter has 24 of 29 points of damage), bear actually still has more HP that Abraxas does. Bear is now no longer planning on fleeing (reaction roll) regardless of morale check – attacked while fleeing, new paradigm. Horns getting closer – 1, maybe 2 rounds? Hard to tell from where you are. Bottom of round, you guys go.
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