THREE HUNDRED EIGHTY ONE
(I/C)
“Body?” Kovid asked, looking down at the dead Hobgoblin, Abraxas shook his head no and was already backing up.
“Leave it.”
Brendon ran across the intersection mere moments before the hobgoblin’s would have seen him, the entire party moving for the Ogre’s room. "'ide de lights," Wyn hissed, Kovid slipping the lantern under his cloak as Lyra hit the door, shoving it fully open. Her and Lannis dashed in as Wyn once again called out in Goblin, “Ah! It got him! It's a Walker! Help!”
"Two plans in a row huh?” Lannis whispered, dart in his hand, eyes fixed on the door as the last two party members dashed in. “We're kicking ass, hope they aren’t scared off by the idea of emo ghouls"
“Silencio,” Abraxas whispered, clearing his throat. He then gave out as best he could a slavering howl similar to that of the ghoul we had seen in Mirabellis’ chamber.
“No! Stay back!” Wyn added, hoping to sell the ruse one last time and hurled the empty flash he had out into the hall. Brendon had placed himself right behind the door, sword up and ready to stab and the group froze, ears perked up and waiting.
“Remember,” Abraxas whispered so quietly, “all on one.”
(<Hob Wis check, +2 bonus body on the ground, White 3) “Hang on,” we heard. A moment passed and there was the sound of some movement as they rolled the body over. “Lot of blood. Fucker’s killed with a sword.”
“Dragongirl’s walkers don’t use blades.”
“True that. Stay on Charlie. Get me some eyes people. Black out.” It was quiet again (1d6, Pink 1 – yes) and then the voice said. “Hostiles.”
“Plan?”
“Dinner Bell.” There was the sound of a hammer or some other heavy metal tool striking the castle’s stones hard three times in succession, the vibration felt easily through the soles of your feet. And then another three strikes, also ringing off.
“Tuna Can?”
“Let it rip.” Something foul scented the air from the hall, like rotting meat, the aroma making even the hob’s gag. “Ugh. Fucking disgusting.”
“Stay frosty, soldier. Dragongirl gave them to us, the smell is like candy to her Walkers. If they’re nearby, one of those dead fuckers will be able to sniff them out.”
“No more dead Brothers.”
“Got that right. No more dead Hobgoblins.”
The group heard the verbal exchange from down the hall through the slightly open door, no more than 20 seconds tops, all looked at one another and Abraxas shook his head slowly, muttering, “Pendejos are getting smarter.”
“They are fucking waiting for us,” Lyra muttered back, “what’s the play?”
From somewhere in the Castle, we heard a screeching yowl echoing from somewhere on this floor. A yowl that sounded pretty much like the same noise Abraxas had just made not 30 seconds earlier.
Time now is Day 9, 10:02 AM
(OOC)
Hobs (and gobs) have been given orders on how to handle possible encounters with the group, with Rampant Z outlining a series of plans and contingent plans for his people and Smallpox doing something simpler and more “goblin-y” for his troops. The hobs though have a denuded presence since they think they are running you guys down on the lower level. So they had 4 in the Barracks, and you took 1 out. So the last three are following the plan hard if there is suspected proof of your group. And that is to get some Walker backup. Dinner Bell and Tuna Can.
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