(I/C)
"Damn doze filty pig faced fils de putes!” Wyn cursed, lunging forward to drag Kovid back. He eyed the fires and then shook his head. Turning around he called back, “Monsieur Salazar! Full reverse to de hallway. Der be orcs to de east.”
Brendon shook his head, seeing the bad shape Kovid was in, and skipped and slid his way to the front next to Abraxas. “What’s the plan, where we going?” he asked as the party began moving back down the hall.
"Si, Señor Wu-nes,” Abraxas yelled back, Scythe up, eyes peeled. “Where are we going, after the orcasas or back to El Carcinera's? We should decide that muy rapido.”
From the back of the party, Wyn helped pull Kovid further towards the center of the group and then made his way to the front right behind Abraxas. "If we blow de horn now, mayhaps we cen get de rest of de orcs to come down here to help finish dem off. Offer wise dey could set a new trap fer us before we cen get down dere.... Wyn got one more Sleep I cen trow at dem."
"Chasing them sounds like a really bad idea,” Lannis said, pulling his hat down, one hand in front of him keeping Kovid moving in the right direction. “They set one trap, we're in their territory, their waiting for us, and they're trying to lure us in. I say we fall back, and either fight them on our own terms or wait and hit them later. “
Hitting the Beekeeper room, Abraxas asked, “¿Como haces Señor Kockvid? You h'okay?”
“Damn it,” Kovid moaned, “Lying in a pool of my own blood again.”
“Señora Laira, can you help him? Señor L'anus, be prepared with a Web, or whatever other technicos you use for pausing or holding personas. Perhaps Señor Wynuves, you can use your ojos Majik a... como dices...”
Adding to requests, the dwarf coughed hard and asked, “"Lady Lyra! I could use a hand and a healing word..."
Finding herself at the back of the party, Lyra shook her head, “Abraxas, “I have a hold person if necessary.” But she sighed and told Kovid, “Sorry, I cannot help yet. I need another night to get my spells back. I say we retreat immediately... or we open the door and if need be, combine sleep and a hold person.”
“Merde,” Wyn cursed, “Hokay, Odder option be to fall back down de hall to... maybe set up a trap of our own at de top of doze stairs... what do we tink? Be careful exiting into de hall lest you get pelted wit arrows!"
Abraxas nodded, stopping at the door to the hall, “Look... yes, Look, down the hall at the corners? See if we have any hombres malo waiting for us around the bend? Barndarn can look too if Señor Wyant thinks it would help?"
Brendon held up one hand, tried using the mirror to look around the corner, not seeing anything in the darkness, and then gave a quick look. Once sure it was ok, he motioned the group to move. “Go, go, go,” he urged.
The party hit the hall and turned west heading for the corner and then south to the stairs. Abraxas and Brendon were in the front and Wyn followed right behind, looking down the passage east (>Wis +4 bonus, Orange 18) with the brief moment he had for his infravision but saw nothing before he ran off as well, shield and lantern swinging. Kovid was next, three arros sticking out of him and the dwarf was swallowing the pain as he rocked and rolled his way along. Lannis followed, eyes wide, hand on the dwarf’s shoulder to make sure he was propelled forward. Leaving Lyra at the back, the Cleric stepping out of the Beekeeper room and yanking the door closed behind her as she jogged forward to keep up with the retreating party.
TWANG..TWANG.
From the gloom behind two arrows streaks out from the darkness from ‘some’ distance away, (>+3 to hit, Red/Black 16) the first one slamming through the Cleric’s chainmail high on her right shoulder (1d6 Damage, Red/Black 5 – Take 5 Damage!) and the second (>+3 to hit Black 3) slamming into her backpack and getting hung up on the leather before the head snapped and it failed to penetrate further.
“Aine, Fuck, Shit, Damn it to HEL!” she cursed, reaching back to feel the clothyard shaft sticking out of her armor. “They’re fucking SHOOTING at me!”
“Go, go, go!!” Brendon repeated, urging the party to run faster to the dubious safety of the south turning corner ahead of them.
Time now is Day 5, 12:39 PM
(OOC)
Almost at the corner, Lyra’s shot. What’s the plan. Lyra, you need to SEE your target to hold them, can’t shoot it blindly into the dark.
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