ONE HUNDRED SIXTY SEVEN
(I/C)
Brendon was shaking his hand around the corner, trying to dislodge the bee’s nest with little result, taking to wiping his hand against the wall repeatedly. “Bugbears, bees and bears, oh my!” he quipped as the sound of MANY orcs nearby grew louder down the hall behind them.
Lyra helped Abraxas stand up as the last of the potion coursed through him. “There goes our cover now. I guess our luck had to run out sometime.”
“Go, Kovid!” Wyn suggested and the dwarf nodded, pushing his way past the dead bear and asking, “Where we running to?” The dwarf (>Dex -2 penalty, Yellow 19) was making his way around the bear and slipped on a spreading puddle of blood, falling on his ass with a noisy clang and getting his entire right leg up to his waist fouled. “Thor’s Crotch Spiders! Fucking bear!” he cursed, kicking it as he went past, leaving a smeared trail behind him.
“I would have said to the Butcher’s,” Lyra suggested (<Dex -2 penalty, White 3), seeing Kovid’s mishap actually climbed onto the bear’s carcass and made her way across, jumping off at the other side without issue, “but now the Orcs might come snooping around and looking for her to ask questions. I’m just going to follow you goons and hope I don’t die in the process.”
Lannis took out his towel and laid it across the worst of the blood (<Dex +2 bonus, Pink 11) and made it across without getting any on his boots. He then scooped it back up and folded it over itself to keep it from dripping as he jogged off after Lyra, nervously looking behind. “I say we make for the kobold warren, we can put a mana gem back into a statue so if they do follow us that far we have it on our side. If time isn't on our side we could just shout the command word, they don't know it won't work."
From the front and jogging along, Kovid grunted, “No, Manling. Not doing that. We’ll head for the classroom. We can block the doors there with the desks, get more oil for our flasks, and have a back way out round to the Butcher’s quarters. From there we can see if we are being followed. If not we can make a trip to the sulfur room for the bandages.”
Still driving the Giant Rats ahead of him, Wyn agreed. “To de oil room, den. Too many doors in de statue room broken en make hiding difficult. We will ‘ave doors to barricade en cen replenish oil.”
Lannis sniffed and shrugged. “Fine, fine. Don’t listen to me.”
“We won’t Monsieur,” the elf said (<Dex -2 penalty, Orange 1) not paying attention as he skipped up on top of the dead bear and bounced off of it without stepping in anything or fouling his shoes. He continued ,“Iffin we leave de rats en de bee in de spy room, that might get the orcs One Nut or Garbage Fire to go waste time in dat room first.”
Abraxas was working his way beyond the bear, rolling his legs over parts of it to avoid getting too dirty (<Dex -2 penalty, Black 8). “Senor Wine, I didn’t catch their names! Orcs is loco to name themselves that.” He sighed, swearing softly as he moved past the dead bear. "Mierda. This pelt should have been mine. Abraxas, the Ursine Ursurper deserves a pelt to commemorate this battle of man and beast. But guess we have to rush out of here now. Ugh.” He looked back, seeing the Scout had a number of bees around his right hand still stuck with large pieces of honey soaked hive, frustrated as he ripped a pouch off his belt and jammed his fouled hand inside. “Brendak, move your ass! ¡Vamonos!"
With the sound of MANY orcs in the hall behind and their reactions to the cloud of bees and dead Beekeeper there, Brendon broke into a run, chasing after the group, right hand in a bag, bees in the bag and trailing behind him as he ran (Dislodged hive? Lower is better: Red 4 – poor/average – more than 50% still on hand). As he closed to the bear and leapt up (<Dex -2 penalty, -2 BX baby, Red 9), his feet cleared most of the bear, spring boarded off the beast’s gut, and did a forward roll in the air landing very safely past any blood splatters and jogging on. “Damn the skull looks fucked up, that would’ve made an awwwesome head piece!”
Abraxas sighed, “Tell me about it.”
Brendon kept jogging, making his way to the front of the group (<Save vs Breath Weapon, Red 14, failed – take 1 hp damage and -2 on hits, saves, and etc) cursing as he did so as the bees in the pouch stung him on the hand and wrist. He waved it around, slapping it with his off hand, sticking the pouch to the spilled honey inside. “Mother fuck…where are we going?”
“Classroom,” Lannis said.
“Willco.”
“Monsieur du Lac,” Wyn said as he stopped at Travis’ Room and directed the giant rats and bees inside. “You should still check de oil room door in case dat blink steppin’ gob be back in dis area.”
“Aye aye,” Brendon said, waving his right hand absently, bees flying about, running to the front of the group. The yowling of orcs behind us was still there, along with some swears and yells. “Sounds like they are trying to cross the bees,” the Scout chuckled.
At the top of the stairs, Brendon and Kovid gave a quick look (WMC: Red/Black 6) and were satisfied it was clear. The group filed up the last of the steps and shut the door behind. At the corner Lannis took his soiled towel and wiped it on the east corner, away from where they were going meanwhile Lyra (<Wis Check, White 11) shook her head and said, “Stop.”
“What?”
She pointed at the dwarf. “Kovid, you are going to leave a trail all the way to the Classroom.”
He looked down at himself, seeing that he was leaving a telltale trail behind. “Shit.”
“Lannis, give him your towel.”
“Why?” The Magic User asked, holding it close to himself. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”
“Oh for the love of Aine, it’s to clean his damned footprints and leg you ninny.”
Kovid nodded. “I have no interest in keeping your towel, Big Brain.”
“Fine, fine, fine. I’m helping out. Here I am helping,” he handed the soiled towel over and the dwarf spent a few moments wiping his boots, legs, and feet clean.
“Thanks.”
“Ugh, don’t mention it.”
The group moved on to the west, running to the classroom where Brendon assured the group all was clear (no roll needed) and they filed in, closing the door behind. Catching their breath they listened and were rewarded barely a minute later with the sound of angry orcs spilling into the hall (Direction check: 1-3 west, 4-6 east: +2 for misdirection blood: White 5 – east) and then heading EAST and away from the group.
The party sighed and relaxed (Brendon, additional save: <Save vs Breath Weapon, Black 10, failed – take 1 point damage and -2 to hits and saves) while the Scout was hitting his hand on the floor and ripping the pouch off. “Damn shit fuck ouch ouch ouch! They keep STINGING me!” revealing a badly swollen hand and well over a dozen still living bees crawling over his honey and busted hive covered hand.
“Ugh!” Lannis cried out, “Don’t let the bees out in here man!”
Time now is Day 5, 8:20 AM
(OOC)
Brendon, the roughly 20 bees will continue to sting you until they are taken care of. You are in the Classroom and the Orcs went the wrong way. Not all of them made it up the stairs, some are confronted by 6 Giant Rats freshly released from their control, and all of them have uncomfortable and miserable stings on their body that they got from running through the cloud of bees. Long story short? They are NOT happy orcs. What’s the plan – between the bees in here and possibly oil? Kovid has 1 empty flask and 1 full one – lantern is a bit under 5 hours full – so in good shape.
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