FOUR HUNDRED FIFTY NINE
(I/C)
Taking the corner at a tight run, Wyn looked ahead into the gloom, his infravision kicking in, showing nothing ahead of them. He slowed down a small step, allowing Brendon to catch up to him. Huffing slightly, he said, “Dis be a bit ridiculous, no?”
The Scout nodded, slowing down himself as he found himself running to the darkness. From behind them, Lannis barked out, “*This* is ridiculous?"
“Is this a fire plan,” Lyra asked, making the turn as well, “or are we trying to pick them off from a distance before resorting to that?”
“Let’s just fill the hall and slow them down,” the Scout said. “I think there was a cabinet in there, that’s pretty big.”
“A brazier as well!” Abraxas shouted from back around the corner. The Fighter was keeping pace with Kovid, the dwarf churning his legs, head down, eyes fixated on the ground before him. He could have outdistanced the dwarf, and the pursuing undead (who were still doggedly just over 10 feet behind, a ragged line of shuffling and shambling figures running wildly down the hall), but kept pace for now, Scythe up and ready in case one of the dead put on a burst of speed. He shook his head as they pressed on, motioning behind him. "Por que Norte? Quiero ir South. Norte put us right donde dijo yo no quiero estar. Vamonos amigos!"
From ahead, Lannis replied snarkily with, "Well it's a little to turn around now, those dead guys are blocking the road! Dicks!"
As they hit the corner, Kovid allowed himself to bounce off the far wall before continuing on, hoping to ignore the slapping flapping chasing feet pursuing behind. “Just think,” he said, taking a breath and then trying again, “Just think of all the Korona Golden Ale we’ll be drinking once we’re out of this poorly designed and terribly run castle. Drinks will be on the house for you folks of course.”
“Fantastic!” Lannis called out, the Magic User watching Brendon as he was dragging the cabinet across the chamber. “Work faster! This isn’t a union job!”
Kovid grunted, “’Cept those in pointy hats pay double.”
"Actually my hat is rounded on top,” the wizard noted, “not pointed Kovid, so I'll still be able to help you with your brews after a free drink or two."
Feet kicking at the ground, the cabinet scraping behind him, Brendon passed Lyra who was looking in at the large copper brazier, currently cold but filled with ash, grit, and unconsumed coals. “If,” he began, shaking his head and starting once more. “WHEN we get out of this, we owe each other drinks. Poseidon knows we deserve it!”
Time now is Day 10, 3:40 PM
(OOC)
Alright, check map. Far door in room was blow apart, revealing open hall beyond – dark. Closest undead still about 12’ behind Kovid/Abraxas. Plug up room and hold, or run east? Who’s doing what? If stay – it will be initiative time – so let me know!
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