The group had kicked over the hornet's nest and are now trying to find a way through the very crowded halls and rooms. The plan is to go to the first floor and wash the Sclepian bandages and then come back up after the situation has calmed down and re-establish the Rainbow Ward before the reinforcements show up.
But as they learned, the Castle's denizens are looking for them, and they are using whatever items and abilities they have at their disposal to make it happen.
Follows:
THREE TWENTY SEVEN
(I/C)
Giving the noises outside a sharp stare, Abraxas approached the Matron with a wrapped up Elven Ration as well as an iron dagger. "Thank you Señora Candescent. Your kindness has been most appreciated.”
“I live to serve, Honrado Salazar.”
He offered the two items. “For you. For your protection should one of the usurpers minions attempt to harm you again."
She smiled. “I will take the rations. Given the current state of the usurper’s minions, I believe it will be some time before any of the denizens can get around to bringing me anything to eat. As for the dagger, I appreciate it. But my duties prevent me wielding a weapon unless it is of the most dire circumstance.” She placed her hand on his arm and gently pushed the dagger back towards the Fighter. “You keep it, Mighty Warrior. May it serve you well in your time of need.”
He bowed his head low and thanked her again quietly.
With his ear at the western door, Brendon stuck his thumb up at the Matron and said, “Thank you Lady Candella. We’ll see you soon. Stay safe!”
“I shall, Pirateson. You as well.”
“Hobgoblins,” he muttered (no roll needed), can make out the voices. I dunno guys. A dozen? More? Are we ready guys?! Where are we heading off to exactly?”
Kovid relit his lantern and shook it. “Have about an hour of oil left in here, give or take.”
Wringing his hat, Lannis muttered, "It sounds like we won't have time for scouting. As long as no one spots the door opening just go south and make for the ogre room."
“Why there?”
“Quiet, that guy was a dick, and we can hole up long enough for me to use the Ball to find Duchess and not be on this side of the castle where we seemed to have kicked the bees nest over. Onto a family of skunks. And then set it on fire.”
Tightening his belt, Kovid drew his Theystran hammer with his off hand and rolled his shoulders. "Alright I'm ready to leave this weird magic room. Mystical elf/goblins... it's no place for me. Let's get out of Dodge. Ogre room it is, Big Brain."
Stepping to the front with Kovid, Wyn turned to address the group. “Right den... to de ogre room. Hope it gives us enough leeway fer Offop to scry out where duchess might be, den we figure out where to go next. Oui?” He pointed out the door towards the north. “We not be sure where tings be comin from, so de dwarf en I cen be upfront so hopefully I cen hear sometin coming. Salazar en Priestess in de back. Offop en du Lac as de rear guard. I just tink dat we know where de hobs are... en de most armored may need to be behind us as we goin south.”
"Si Señor Wynsworth, I will protect our backs as we head South. Pero, que room estamos or? Alchemist, Gobs, Chapel? Donde? We could go the long way round to the Ogresh room, or all the way around to the Throne Room. If we necesito tranquil then the Ogresh room or Throne Room now that tenemos the only keys."
“That’s the plan, Bandares,” Lannis smiled. “Should be a piece of cake.”
“That would be delicious.”
“Ugh, not that again.”
“Stop offering me cake then, Senor Lupus.”
“Ok, it’s time.” Brendon opened the door slowly, ear cocked and listening. The sounds of goblinoid voices grew louder and we could hear it north of us. A fast look in each direction showed no one within the next dozen paces and he backed up so the dwarf and elf could lead the group out. Kovid kept the lantern shrouded with his body, preventing any light from spilling north as we made our way finally out of the Baths.
Lyra paused before leaving, turning to Candella and placed a warm arm around the goblin Matron. “Thank you kind Matron. Hopefully when we’re done with this place there will be more peace.”
“Go with the Goddesses, Summer’s Child. And be safe. We are all counting on you.”
(WMC @ double: Red/Black: 2, Yes! What? – No roll – Hobgoblins North)
In the hall we moved swiftly south, coming up to the next door on the east wall and past that as well. Meanwhile Lyra and Abraxas kept looking behind us in the gloom (Enemy spot/sense the party? >Black 17 – nope!), pleased that with each pace they drew further and further away from being seen. The hobgoblins were in the Adept’s chamber from what is sounded like, and there were some candles and other small light sources in the halls up there, along with the many shadows of frantic searching and moving figures.
We made our way along, Brendon listening and the group doing their best to move quietly. Since we had already mapped this area we were able to move with some alacrity, but we still kept our eyes peeled and senses sharp. We came upon the hall leading to the Alchemist Lab and the Watchtower (WMC @ double: Red/Black 5 – nope), but was quiet and empty.
Getting closed to the main Western hall our lantern light picked up the hall south of the “T” intersection and the side hall that supposedly led to the goblin area. (WMC @ double: Red 1, Yes! What? No roll – Hobgoblins West) But Brendon reached up and grabbed both Kovid and Wyn and hissed, “Shhhh.” (<Hear Noise +15% bonus, Red 28)
“What?”
“Roberts,” he said.
Shrouding his lantern again, Kovid and Wyn peered around the corned and sure enough, there were (3d6: 5+6+1=12) at least a dozen hobgoblins milling about, going in and out of the north hall that led to the orc chamber. And from the numerous buckets in the hall, the smell of smoke, and the angry sounding recriminations echoing back towards us, it was safe to assume that they had discovered the demise of Alha finally. (Sense the group? >Black 13 – no)
“Well, shit.” Lannis frowned. “Where the fuck do we go now?!? Hobs behind us, Hobs ahead of us. And I don’t trust the fact that no one has spotted us just yet. We need to get out of this hall now.”
“Where are we going?” Lyra asked, hands gripping the flail tightly.
Time now is Day 8, 10:20 AM
(OOC)
You guys need to make a decision and fast. You have 2 groups of militant and angry monsters at either direction. And they are searching for answers as well as you guys. Where do you want to try and go? Tick tock.
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