PBEM - Episode 252. Frying Pan, and Fleeing.

TWO HUNDRED FIFTY TWO

(I/C)

Lyra pointed to the door. “Enough shit, we should leave. Now!” She picked up the speed, heading for the opening. “Don’t leave any tracks to the secret door.”

Turning fast, Kovid called back, “I suggest we make our escape FAST,” ducking through the secret door and heading south the check the other door there. 

Just before she jogged through, Wyn called out, “Priestess,” and tossed her the ring of keys. “Vault. Open de door in dere.” He turned back to the throne, looking along the left chair leg. “Salazar grab de elf gem! I close de door behind us.”

As Abraxas grabbed the Ispan’s Cyrstal (30), Brendon saw what Wyn was doing and shook his head. “I don’t think popping the guards would be a good idea. The smoke will obscure the snake’s vision and it’ll come after us.” He dug out his carved pig statue and dropped it on the pedestal that Corfard’s crystal once sat on. Sweeping his Lesser Elven Cloak off his back, he started sweeping it back and forth against the floor to hide any tracks we might have made as he jogged backwards toward the secret door. “I fear it will show anyone coming in that there is something behind the wall.”

“Noted Du Lac,” the elf replied, sitting quick and stomping his heel down on the trigger stud. Red smoke billowed up briefly obscuring the room and 6 elven warriors in platemail and sporting red swords appeared. 

Abraxas was pushing Brendon ahead of him as the sounds of banging and hammering hit the main door. "Vamonos Amigos. Let's get the fuck'ed out of aqui. ¡Andale, andale! Move, move, move!"

“Move it!” the Scout called as Wyn started to run down the dais.

Calling to the guardians, Wyn ordered, "Attack whatever comes into de room trough dat door!"

Kovid had his ear against the door (>Hear Noise, Yellow 14) and although he couldn’t make out anything specific, it certainly sounded like a fuck ton of armed and armored orcs were running through the Summoning Room and charging SOUTH and out the door in there.

Lannis was just inside the corridor, looking out at his three friends running for the portal, Brendon being dragged back as he swept the floor clear of signs of our passage (BX Baby -2 Int <Red 1 =- Perfect!), the elven cloak doing an admirable job as Wyn groaned, “Dat is NOT ‘ow you treat it, Du Lac!”

So he was in the perfect position to see a point of red light appear in the middle of the room that BURST out with an outrushing of air and a goblin in a strange set of clothes covered in pockets and bulging bags and pouches appeared, a set of copper bracers on his arms glowing strangely, a scroll in his hand, most of it covered in words of fire, and it looked over at the running group and finished the already preread scroll with the last word…”ZU!”

“Fuck,” the Magic User cursed.

Two things happened. One, a spray of rose scented smoke slammed across the chamber and hit Brendon, Abraxas, Wyn, and Lannis (4d4 hd: 3+3+1+2 = 9). Brendon was unaffected (level 5), Abraxas slumped over and fell asleep (4th level), Wyn crashed to the ground unmoving (3rd level), and the remains of the spell settled on the wizard (4th level) but its effect was already overtaxed and it broke apart immediately after striking him.

And Two. A harmful spell was cast in the presence of the Ispan’s Throne Guardians and they ATTACKED! They moved as fleet as galloping horses and surrounded the goblin artificer before he could do anything, their red blades slamming down and around the greenskin, some of the blows being turned aside by some force a foot or so surrounding the goblin, but not enough to stop him from being struck multiple times (+7 to hit, >19, >11, >12, >14, <7, <6). He bent and howled and spun as he was thrust and slashed again and again (1d10 Damage: 8, 4, 6, 7 = 25 points of damage and ‘dead’.) before he fell over and collapsed to the group unmoving.

And still the snake did nothing. The guardians were standing around the fallen figure. Abraxas and Wyn were asleep just outside the secret door. Brendon was outside the secret hall, Lannis was just inside the secret hall, and Lyra and Kovid were on the other side of the secret hall unaware of what was going on but both feeling good at the sound of the orcs running away, a fact that she had confirmed with her Detect Evil spell.

And someone was getting a key in the lock at the front of the Throne Room.

Somewhere in Lannis and Brendon’s imagination, they heard something begin counting down from 20.

Time is Day 7, 9:47 AM

(OOC)

You have 20 seconds to get the door closed or you’re found. Wyn and Abraxas are asleep on the wrong side of the door. Brendon is on the wrong side of the door but awake. And if you are thinking of going after the artificer, he’s across the chamber and surrounded by 6 elven spectral guardians.

Talk to me.