ONE HUNDRED NINETY ONE
(I/C)
Looking over at Abraxas who was watching the room on fire burn out, Kovid offered, “Nice dagger throw compadre.” He kicked over one of the held and dead goblins, then bent down and started rifling through the greenskin’s scant belongings. “We should search that one too once the fire goes out. And then smash its goblin skull in to be sure it’s extra dead.”
“Si, si!” Abraxas gave the last held goblin a cold stare, the squat female was visibly sweating as she was stuck in place. "Lo siento, verdito. Este es what serving Corblart gets you." He then slowly pushed the tip of the Scythe through her neck, raining blood all down her front. HE then shrugged, put his Scythe aside, and duplicated Kovid’s actions by looking over her stuff. "What have you all in your pockets?”
Meanwhile down the hall, Wyn was giggling to himself as he dragged the brute out of the fire and towards the stairs. “You never saw dis comin’ did you, Baiseur de Cochon? Wonder what ye ugly bastards got on ye.” As he was going through the orc’s burned belongings, still unaffected by the fire, Brendon came limping up with a frown, his face scraped up and purpling in places, sporting a fresh limp. “Sacre blue! What was de cart that hit you?”
“Bastard picked me up and threw me like a sack of shit,” the Scout complained. He then took in the very dead orc and the burning out mattress. “Well done Wyn on your tactic by the way.”
“Merci beaucoup!” Wyn stood up, dusting his hands clean, sporting a handful of coins. “Arrows got burned but we ‘ave plenty so not a problem. ‘E did ‘ave 2 gold, 6 silver, and 6 copper. So it wasn’t a total loss. And I got ta fly on a burning bed and kill an orc wit’ my bare hands. So all in all, a good day!”
“Let’s go back,” Brendon suggested, holding on to the wall for support. “And somehow, I blame Lannis for my face and wounds.”
The two of them made their way back to the stairs and up while the rest of the group had congregated around the hallway. Abraxas was frowning, looking about, "Anyone see donde Barden went?"
“I think he ran down the hall with Burning Itching Sensational Wyn,” Lannis offered.
Abraxas sighed. “Señor Kovish... perhaps your Majik eyes are better for this task?” He pointed to the steps down, “Ayuda me, por favor?"
Finishing peeing on the far most goblin corpse, the dwarf tucked himself away and replied, “Yes, Abraxas I’ll help you look. Just one memento as you would say.” He laughed, turning to Lyra, “Did I hear you say you had a healing word available, Lady Lyra?”
“Sure do!” the Cleric replied, stepping forward to place her hand on the dwarf. “Aine, sounding off here. Heal my companion please!” (CLW 1d6+1, White 5 – Heal 6!)
“Ah! Thanks so much! Another great job.”
Lannis had pulled out his Manacrystal and was mumbling, “Nice Molotov Lannis. Nice spell, pointy hat, grumblegrumblegrumble.”
“Eh?” the dwarf asked.
“Nothing,” he replied, holding the stone out. “Kovid, would you hold this for me for now please? I don't want to activate it by accident right now, unless we have plans to press on considerably further today."
Lyra raised her hands unsure. “It’s getting later in the day, right? Do we want to continue exploring or start calling it? Thanks to that manacrystal I can hold a few more fuckers if we need.”
Brendon and Wyn were back with the group now and the Scout smiled at the Cleric, “Good job lass on your ability to harness YOUR magic upon our enemies.” His eyes slid over the Lannis and his lips dropped to a frown.
“You got something to say?” the Magic User asked.
“Nope. Just letting my face say it all.”
“Well, turn your face down,” Lannis complained. “It seems to be set to ‘judgey’ for some reason.”
“Hang tight,” the Cleric interrupted, placing her hand on Brendon’s shoulder. “And another one for you, Aine if you don’t mind.” (CLW: 1d6+1, White 3 – Heal 4!) “Alright. We’re good. You get that last bastard with the bow?”
“Nope, after he spiked me like a football, he ran off.”
“Just great,” Lyra complained, hands on her hips, “That pig is going to run back to his others now and tell them they need reinforcements or something. Let’s get finish up here and get moving before more start stampeding down these halls.”
Wyn drew his hand axe out and Abraxas nodded, some of the party members bringing the dead goblins to the elf to be hacked and then dragged further into Travis’ room to be dumped. The Fighter went back into the secret room and reclaimed his thrown dagger, looking around. “Senor Lampnuts,” he called.
“Yeah?”
“The alarm rope bell that you said don’t touch? It’s gone.”
“What?” Looking in Lannis could see that the fire had burned the rope and it had most likely slithered back up the hole somewhere on the second floor. “Well…shitmonkey. That’s unfortunate. Let’s wrap it up people and move on since we don’t want to be watching the paint dry at this time, ok?”
The last of the goblins were searched, turning up (4+4+2+2) 12 more silver pieces. “Hokay,” Wyn suggested putting his axe away and the group shutting both the secret and the former spy’s room closed. “Let’s divide the coins and keep on going south, oui?”
Time now is Day 5, 2:30 PM
(OOC)
Monster XP: 2 Orcs @ 50 divided
6 Goblins @ 20 each divided
Treasure XP: Negligible
Kovid add 36
Brendon add 46
Abraxas add 47
Lannis and Wyn add 52
Lyra add 57
Coins: Everyone add 3 silver and 1 copper, Lyra and Brendon add 1 gold as well
Ok – 1 orc escaped, heading back north to the beekeeper area/barracks that was on fire beyond?
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