FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY SIX
(I/C)
Grinning broadly, Abraxas pointed north. "Brodog is on Lookout. He stays 5 or so feet from the dooro, listening and or watching for any changes whether from the Northerno Hallo, or the Dining Room itself. The rest of us work on building the barricade. We grab Bookcases and cabinets from the Biblioteca. Carry if possible, if too heavy to carry, but can be dragged, we put either the Elven Towels, or a rug if there is one, under it to quietly move it into position in the hall.”
Brendon nodded. “Allow me to translate. Why don’t you guys grab Bookcases and cabinets from the Library. If it’s too heavy to carry maybe you can drag it on towels or even a rug if there’s one.”
Wyn shrugged while the rest of the group laughed. “Sounds good to, moi.”
“Do you mind?” Abraxas asked once the laughter died down. Getting the nod, he continued laying out the plan, “We then put tables, or anything else muchos heavy and grande in spots to support and wedge el barricado in place. We roll out the barrels and use them to support the dos ends and the middle, as a brace.”
"We should let you make plans more often,” Lannis noted with mock seriousness, “You're much easier to understand."
“Gracias. Also, standing on el barrels would give an advantage to either ranged fighters picking los muertos off as they come close, or to melee fighters as los muertos begin to attempt to climb el barricado."
Brendon leaned over and stage whispered, “Did anyone else notice Doc’s accent is gone and we can clearly understand every word he just spoke?”
“Eh, I give it 50/50,” the Magic User noted.
Unlimbering his bow, the elf pointed back down the hall to the south and said, “Wyn will keep watch in de odder side of de hall. We be distracted by de sounds of dragging en such, so don’t want someone coming up behind us.” He started heading off, taking one of the torches with him. “Let moi know when ye be ready to open de undead door.”
Brendon set himself up just north of the kitchen door with the other torch and the rest of the group followed Kovid and Abraxas to the Library. “You’re going to help this time, right?”
“Always! Team player, you know me.”
The group started by hoisting the tables first from the warren, picking two of the stoutest long tables and taking them out of the room, around the corner, and north one at a time. Lannis was helping out Kovid at first but had to take numerous breaks and flex his fingers. Eventually Lyra shoved him out of the way and helped the dwarf. Abraxas then tried giving the magic user a few chairs to carry over, but he kept stopping to rest, sitting in the chair and directing the others to go around him, cajoling them when need be.
A few bench seats were placed on top to tie the tables together, and then the smallest of the book cases was lifted from the room and brought down the hall and placed on top of the mass of tables. Finally all three barrels were braced along the back of the barrier, adding some more strength and support to the structure. “Beats the hell out of my damned family,” Lyra muttered.
“What?” Lannis asked.
“I said beats the hell out of the last barrier.”
“Pretty sure you said ‘family’.”
“Um, no. I’m sure if there was some drama with my family,” she assured him, “I wouldn’t make the mistake of getting it confused with anything I’m talking about now.”
“Whatever.” Kovid rubbed his beard and turned to Lannis. “Alright Big Brain, you knocking and running or what?”
"Me? Why me?"
“Why not you?”
“Let’s get Wyn and get this going.”
Abraxas pulled out the extra spears from the bag of holding and laid them against the wall. “In case anyone needs.”
Meanwhile Wyn had been watching the hall, satisfied that nothing was there or was sneaking up on us. He heard Kovid give him a call and the elf jogged back down the hall and around the corner, rejoining the party. “Well? We good?”
Time now is Day 11, 11:15 AM
(OOC)
Barrier set up! We good? (Echoing the elf)
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