PBEM - Episode 335. Duchess, Goblins, and More

THREE HUNDRED THIRTY FIVE

(I/C)

On seeing the roaring flames, Abraxas dashed across the room for the sand barrels. “Senor Kloverfield, help me.”

Kovid jumped into action, shouldering the one barrel out of the way and helping the Fighter get the next full barrel up high enough for him to wrap his arms about it. "Es tiempo para vamonos, amigos,” he smiled, jogging back across the chamber, rocking side to side with the barrel.

Meanwhile the ringing in the hall stopped but Lyra still bent over grimacing as the flames continued to lick about the iron statue (take 1 hp damage). "Do you think she's trying to get us to follow her?” the dwarf asked, standing right behind Abraxas as he lifted the barrel higher. “Lure us into a bigger trap? What are we doing?"

“Find tu fuerza, ahora es our turn to put them - La Dyke-chess, Los Gobs, Los Roberts, todos de Corflaks minions - on the run.” With that he bent low and lifted high, spilling the sand all over the fire (Extinguish 4/6: Blue 4 – yes!) and smothering the oil blaze instantly with a steaming smoky hiss. “Arriba, andale,” he reached over and grabbed his Scythe and brandished it before heading through the door, “a victory amigos!"

“What he said…I think,” Lannis gave a half hearted cheer and joined the rest of the group.

“Are we looking to follow them?” Lyra asked. “If so I need to burn my last heal on myself. Damage seems to transfer.”

"Want my potion?” Lannis offered with poor grace, “You already gave away my mana stone."

“Wow, look at Lannis being kind of generous,” she shook her head, snapping her fingers and drawing her own healing potion. “That’s weird. But actually, Aine put that spell on hold.” She popped the cork and drank it down swiftly, the cool liquid soothing her hurts (Heal 1d6: White 3 – Heal 3 (up to 12 out of 26)).

Meanwhile Wyn had opened the north door, glanced left and right and saw nothing with his infravsion, and stepped out into the hall (>Half Wis, notice something? Orange 8). With his bow out, he moved quietly, letting the door close behind him, and made his way to the corner, ears perked up (<Hear Noise, +4 bonus elf alone, Orange 4). The ringing of the bell had stopped but he could make out voices and swiftly moving feet…coming from two possible location. South of his position and at the “T” intersection that would lead to the Gardens, and…from behind him and up the stairs in the direction of the Watchtower. Giving it his best estimate, he figured the ringing bell had alerted both sets and they would arrive in about a minute. “Merde,” he muttered, still not seeing the statue, his friends, or any goblins or Duchess in the south hall. “I ‘ave to make a move toot sweet!” (yes, I know it’s not spelled that way)

As for the rest of the group they had come to the South hall, 3 doors all closed, a “T” intersection at the end of the hall…and no goblins OR Duchess. “Where the fuck did they go?” Brendon frowned.

Lannis looked at his dart and shook his head. “I am really starting to hate this bitch.”

Time now is Day 8, 11:26 AM

(OOC)

Only Wyn heard and knows about the 2 approaching groups coming – one from the Garden Hall, and the other from up the stairs at the Watchtower. Rest of you, what do you want to do? Hall? Door? Back? You also note, 3 of you saw Wyn go out the North door (Not Kovid and Abraxas – they were on Fire Marshall Bill duty).