The group was feeling the pressure of this one hall, and they were right to feel that way - it was designed as a chokepoint and right now the Orcs are dictating how its being used. The party decided to eventually take a few turns break from it and try again.
Follows:
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY THREE
(I/C)
Kovid withdrew the ORCISH RAM’S HORN, raised it to his lips, and blew a long blast followed by a second one.
Meanwhile from further down the corridor, Brendon hissed, “Your plan A was to blow the horn. What’s your plan B, burn everything?”
Lannis whispered back., “Usually, yeah!” while taking out two of his slowburn candles and snapping them in half. He then proceeded to toss a piece down the 30’ to the end of the hall where it thumped against the door and whispering loudly, “Shazam!”
We heard a tap from somewhere on the other side of the door. Then a second.
“What the…” Lyra muttered looking about, “How long do we wait before we book it to the statues?
The tapping continued another half dozen times and then stopped. “What ze hell are zhey doing?” Wyn muttered.
“See anything, Wyn?” Kovid asked, still staying back from the corner.
Wyn risked moving a bit around more around the corner in order to either maybe see better through the faint breaks in the portal or maybe to get far enough away from the lantern for his infravision to kick in but the tapping noise resumed again and he backed up, fingers lacing with magic and eyes peeled.
The tapping continued again another eight or so times each one a bit louder and then stopped. Lannis threw another candle piece down the hall to rap off the door. “Are they gone yet?” he asked a bit louder, hoping to elicit a response from the other side. But outside of a rasping noise of metal scraping against stone for a second or two, it grew quiet again.
“Wait one minute?” Lannis asked.
“I thought it was cinq?” Wyn responded.
“Where did you get that idea?”
The elf frowned, “You are vera quick ta make assumptions of zee time, Monsiuer. For a mage, you are not very exacting.”
“Why how dare you,” Lannis huffed. “I am exactly as exacting as I need to be and it’s not my fault that everyone else always gets the assumptions wrong.”
Abraxas sighed, “Hoping those Orkus make their move soon. This waiting is ... como dices.... killing...me?... no... that can not be correcto.”
“Bad choice of words,” Kovid chuckled.
“Si,” the Fighter nodded, “Whatever it is, you amigos know what I mean."
After a minute or two tops after the last candle was tossed and the tapping and / or rasping noise on the other side of the door ended, there had been no other sounds or noises. Lannis frowned, “I vote for the intersection by the barracks, at least we have some options.”
Wyn chuckled. “Was counting to see ‘ow long it takes you to open your mouth again. Oui, Barracks. Monsieur Du Lac, si vous plait?”
The party all joined Brendon on the east side of the passage, leaving the dead hobgoblin in the hall (Abraxas dragged his javelin back out of it one last time) and the mystery of the orcs and door for now and headed south. The stopped at the eastern door, checked it again (no roll) and then went down the steps to the lower hall outside the Lower Barracks and after making sure the coast was clear (no roll) drew a deep breath and looked around deciding what the next course of action was to be. “Lunch?” Kovid asked with a shrug
Time now is Day 5, 12:52 PM
(OOC)
Outside the lower barracks. What’s the plan?
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