PBEM - Episode 182, Fires, Arrows, and Fleeing

 ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY TWO

(I/C)

Fervently whispering as he pushed through the broken doorway, Wyn said, “"What a terrible trap dey almost caught you in, Salazar! Dat would have been painful."

“¡Hijo de Punta!” the Fighter swore.

"Let us lay a trap of our one... same as last time, oui? Come come!" The party quickly hit the hall by the hanging hobgoblin room and Abraxas slammed the door open, the grisly sight of the many dead orcs greeting him.

"Somebody grab that dead guy,” Lannis suggested before running further south, “the heavy looking one. I'd still much prefer we go to the statues but this is fine too. Yup, finefinefine"

“This again!” the Fighter chuckled, “If it works, don't fix it, right amigos?” jamming his javelin in the hobgoblin’s chest, he dragged it out of the room and down the hall while Brendon was shutting the door at the top of the steps and Lyra was closing the door to the Hobgoblin chamber. “Señor Kaphid,” Abraxas hissed, pointing south, “you come with me señor, take a siesta por uno momento."

Taking her place at the west corner, shield out and Aine’s holy symbol in the other, Lyra nodded at the Magic User. “We can go to the statues after this. Even if we get all these guys down I’d rather not stick around and wait for more to show up.”

Kovid took up position behind Lyra, hammer out and staring back down the west passage towards the Statue room, far enough away from the lantern for his infravision to kick in. But there were no heat sources in that direction at this time.

Meanwhile Wyn was at the corner, lantern behind him and on the ground, hands down and magic wisps tickling at his fingers. Behind him was Abraxas, the Morrigaan Scythe held over his shoulder and at the ready, the dead hobgoblin with the javelin in its chest once again at the “T” portion of the hall. Past the Fighter Lannis was there, eyes darting around, and then further down the hall in the gloom was Brendon, peering down the SOUTH corridor, ears straining.

“What are you doing?” the Magic User hissed. “They’re coming THIS way.”

“If I was them, I’d send people around to get our asses from behind. So I’m watching THIS way,” he replied.

Lannis nodded. “Never mind. Great idea.”

“Here zhey come,” Wyn mouthed and the group could indeed hear laughing and running booted feet from beyond the door getting closer and closer…slowing down…closer…and then stopping.

And the group waited. The door did not move, there was nothing seen through the thin gaps in the portal, and there (>Hear Noise +20 bonus, Red 47) was no sound from that area at all. Wyn, Lyra, and Abraxas were all at the corner, barely tilting their head to peer down the short hall to the door and then backing up.

But nothing. And for 5 long minutes, the group was silent and waiting before Abraxas tapped Wyn on the back and shrugged his shoulders, mouthing the words, “Now what, Senor?”

Time now is Day 5, 12:47 PM

(OOC)

There is no sign of anything beyond the closed door. Kovid and Brendon have seen and heard nothing. It’s been 5 minutes. Wait longer? Something else?