Their escape from here was not foreseen. The use of the Chimney was so very cool. And in BX, rule of cool counts a lot.
Follows:
TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY TWO
(I/C)
Lannis stomped around, still concerned, heading towards the north wall as Brendon was moving towards the Fireplace on the Eastern wall. "Abraxas, stop dying, we're busy. Anyone know where we can get a ton of flour?" It was a bit comical to see Lannis and his duplicate waving their hands together and stomping their feet in unison.
“Ugh, don’t even like to see one of you lose your shit,” Lyra complained, helping Abraxas take his armor off. She looked over the Fighter’s wounds and made some clucking noises. “Yeah, Duchess got you real good. Don’t worry Abraxas. Remember, bandages are yours tonight.”
“Gracias,” he said with a sigh, looking in his own pack for his potion of Extra Healing.
“We’ll get you up and running by the morning. Best you drink that potion though.”
“Si, si. Just need uno minuto, por favor.” He tilted it back and let it sluice down his throat, sighing contentedly as it knit his flesh and ease his wounds (Extra Healing 2d6: Red/Black 5+3 = Heal 8!). “Gracias Señora Lyrta. Los ban-dah-jes will be most welcome tonight."
Kovid had stationed himself near the main door, lantern placed on the table and away from the portal, and listened to the distant sound (>Hear Noise, Yellow 14) of the patrols and orcs wandering the halls. Once sure no one was nearby, he slid an iron spike just under the door and placed his foot on it, holding it place and able to wedge the door closed in case someone from the other side attempted to open it.
Once sure Abraxas was going to be ok, Lyra clapped her hands lightly and said, “We need to find somewhere safe to rest for the night. Do we think this is our best option? We don’t have many.”
Lannis shrugged, his double doing the same. “We don't have any best option. If need be we can try to move later after the heat dies down.” He once again listened to the north wall (>Hear Noise, Pink 5), hoping to get some warning of the approaching orcs before they arrived.
"I say we either go to the Baths, as the Orcs aren’t there now,” Abraxas suggested. “And we could possibly hide out in the secret room with the smash'ed gorgon, or we maybe see about going up this chimney? I could offer ayuda to Señor Wynches or Dude Lock,” He nodded to Brendon.
Looking up there, Brendon nodded. “Wouldn’t hurt to know what’s up there. Plus this room has no other exits.” He began divesting himself of equipment, Wyn giving the Scout a hand. “I’ll need everyone to remain still and quiet. If I’m going up the chimney I want to clear it first or at least listen to see if anything is living around in there.” He was striping everything off except for Daggers, hooks, ropes, and prybar. “Hey, Wyn. Any chance I can get a light stone to help out?”
“Oui, du Lac. But a stone seem to be impractical for a climb.” He picked up the length of Brendon’s rope and measured off just about 2 feet, hacking it free. He then unplaited it and wrapped it around the Scout’s wrist, turning the tie point so it was inside his wrist and making the bow extra large. He then laid his hands on the rope and intoned, “Fait Lux!” making it glow with a strong orange toned light. “Now dat done. You need to drop de light for any reason, you untie bow wit your teef.”
“Ah! Thanks!” Sure that there was nothing hiding in the chimney, Brendon braced his soft soled boots just above the fireplace dogs and then reached up through the flue and pulled himself into the dirt confines of the chimney. There were plenty of hand holds for him to grab on to (<Climb, Red 80) and it was about 9 feet up that the chimney canted hard to the west, the ceiling of it coated with old soot. Finding it much easier to climb now, he made good time as the air seemed to grow warmer and smelled faintly of plant rot and mulch. His passage up was stopped by a wide grate, held in place with ancient pins. There was a thick layer of cracked soot and dried ash over the grate as well as what seemed to be dried leaves. He cocked an ear and listened (>Hear Noise, Red 63) but there seemed to be nothing to hear. Giving the grate one last look over, he was confident that he could work the pins out with his prybar from this side in only a few minutes, and there framework looked sturdy enough to tie a rope to, making the ascent for the rest of the party should they need to go this way, easier.
He slithered back down the chimney with ease and worked himself through the flue, shaking off the worst of the grit and ash and informing the party what he had learned.
Time now is Day 7, 5:50 PM
(OOC)
Ok – Mirror Image is another 25 minutes, or image fades. Light on the rope is another 80 minutes. Listening in the hall lets you know the orcs and hobgoblins are elsewhere in the castle looking around. What’s the plan?
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