THREE HUNDRED SEVENTY FOUR
(I/C)
Giving the wolf biting at his ankles a stomp to drive it back, Wyn hollered out, “H'okay... we got de info we needed mes amis. Time to get out of 'ere!”
“Bit busy here!” Lannis cried out, struggling to avoid being hit by the hobgoblin again.
“Lyra…,” giving the Cleric a pointed glance, the elf said, “We meet you back at de base.”
“Are... you guys sure?” she asked, looking around at the deteriorating situation.
The elf nodded and called out, “Offop, I got ye front covered... get dat door open!”
As he shifted his shield to his off hand he gathered his legs beneath him and went to take off. Lyra stepped in front of the wolf with her flail upraised and smashed it down at the lupine in order to distract it from going after the elf who charged the Hobgoblin fighting the Magic User.
"Thanks Wyn,” Lannis sighed happily, “I always liked you, I always knew everyone else was wrong about you."
Running across the chamber, the elf was shouting, “Ave at de, ye scurvy louves en hobs! I wave my private parts at ye auntie! I blow my nose at ye, ye son of a silly person. I fart in ye general direction! Ye modders were ‘amsters! En ye fadders smelt of elderberries!” (BX Baby, Shield bash behind the door, -4 Str check, <Orange 4 – yes!) As the hobgoblin turned to face him, Wyn sprung forward and holding the shield with both arms (>+4 to hit, +2 BX Baby, Orange 14) leapt up and smashed the heavy metal and wood shield into the brute’s face (1d2+1 Damage, Orange 1+1=2 Damage and stunned 1 round!). There was a horrible CLANG as he struck, and the hob rebounded off the back wall just as Lannis got the door open. To add insult to injury, both the Magic User and the Elf slapped the door again into the hobgoblin’s face, further spread its nose across his cheek, making it howl in pain.
From his position across the chamber, Abraxas chuckled and called out, “Vamonos Amigos. Last one out es un hombre muerte!” swinging his Scythe at full extension in an effort to clear the area ahead of him.
Lyra swung her flail repeatedly as she pulled the empty Recall vial from her pouch. Her blows were strong as she slammed the Lolthian weapon brutally against the wolf’s flank (>+4 to hit, White 19), the sound of the weapon cracking as it slammed into the animal’s flesh (1d6+1+1 Damage, White 6+1+1=8 Damage!). It howled in pain, its eyes flashed red as it made to tear into the Cleric. “See you back at the base!” she said and dropped the vial, disappearing in a popping flash.
“Arrgghh!” Smallpox cried out. “STOP THEM!!”
With the door open, Lannis was already in the hall, Wyn a second behind him, the elf announcing loudly, “Quick! To Theystra's Chapel! Dey won't be able to get inta de doors, en we cen make it out de secret way!” before running down the hall after the Magic User. “Web?” he asked quietly.
“Fuck yeah. Can’t save it if I’m dead. Let’s get to the intersection. Please let no one be there!” And Lannis poured on a burst of speed.
“Just because,” Kovid said, charging past the wolf and giving it a swing with his hammer (>+6 to hit, Yellow 2), but missing as the lupine dodged to the side. The dwarf pressed on for the door as more hobgoblin’s were entering the room.
Just to Abraxas’ right, he could hear Brendon quietly say, “Let’s go, Doc,” the invisible Scout running quietly across the chamber, taking advantage of the momentary clearing to get out of the room.
“Andalé, rapido, rapido.” The Fighter turned and ran for the door, one of the goblin’s getting a swing at the Fighter (<+0, Green 6), but hitting air instead. He had his Scythe ahead of him, driving it at the hob, “Y por tu,” (>+8 to hit, Blue 8…>+8 to hit, Blue 17), “mucho dolor!” (1d8+4 damage, Blue 7+4=11 and killed!...1d8+4 Damage,. Blue 7+4=11 and still killed!!) His scythe ripped the hobgoblin’s chest wide open, the stunned figure screaming as its lungs were exposed to the air, followed a moment later going silent as he shifted the blade up and decapitated the hobgoblin as he ran out the door, the head bouncing along behind him, bobbling near his feet. “Outward y onward amigos!"
(Force Door. 2/6 this round. 5, 5, 4 – no!! 3/6 next round) The group ran on, and they could hear the hobgoblin’s smashing at the doors, the planks splintering and bowing out, but both doors and the locks still holding for now. As they ran, the wolf was the fastest enemy out the door, tearing around the corner and growling as it gave chase, nipping at the dwarf’s heels as they ran on (>+3 to hit, Green 3). At least 2 of the hobgoblins had just made it out of the room and we could hear the screaming as more were giving chase.
As the intersection, running faster than the rest of the party, Lannis whirled around, already getting his spell ready, hoping to blast it just past the party and choke the hall with webs as well as encompassing the eastern most of the Hobgoblin doors. (WMC: Pink 1 – yes! Dir? Black South. What? Red/Black 4. Number? 2d6: White 5+4=9, Distance? 50’)
But he could hear from the corridor to his left goblin voices. Many of them. Shouting. And running in his direction. “Fuck! Fucking shit I HATE this fucking Castle!” He started skipping backwards, changing his plan for the web spell to now encompass the south and west passages as best he could, hoping to stop the hobgoblins AND the new goblin horde running our way. “Don’t Stop!” he roared out, “MORE goblins coming from down there!”
“Merde!” “Shit!” “Thor’s Hemmorhoids!”
The group put on a burst of speed, running down the hall, Abraxas actually pulling ahead of Kovid as the Fighter ran on, moving with great alacrity since he had dropped most of his gear back at the vault. Kovid tried to hit the wolf as he ran (<+6 to hit, Yellow 6), backswinging his hammer and cursing, “Get the fuck off me, ya flea bitten winter coat!”
The party ran through the intersection as the goblins were closing and the hobgoblins were closing, and Lannis poured his power out and shouted, “IN ARACHNE REIF!” and the intersection was filled with crisscrossing strands of thick sticky webbing running back and forth from wall to corner to ceiling to floor. Wyn had arrived at the door that would lead north to Alha’s chamber, looking back in the gloom at the party catching up to him.
And the wolf who had been on the dwarf’s tail the entire time, leapt up and bit the dwarf in the ass (>+3 to hit, White 20 – Critical, Max damage – take 6!), grabbing a chunk of flesh in its teeth and from the base of the buttocks to the top of the back of the thigh…VERY damned close to his…man bits. “AHH!H!H!H!!H GRRRRAHHH!!!!” He cried out, running on as he was dragging the wolf who was hanging from his backside as the enemy drew closer and was shouting their heads off, one of the blowing a whistle shrilly again and again.
Meanwhile, inside the secret hallway, Lyra found herself in the pitch black with no light, some noises sounding from somewhere in the impenetrable gloom, the Cleric having her hands in front of her hoping to find a wall. “Fucking shit,” she cursed. “This is a SHITTY situation! And I know that I have NO light sources on me either!”
Time now is Day 9, 7:57 AM
(OOC)
Lyra, in the hall in the dark – you don’t know which direction you are facing. What’s the plan? You know you need to find the south wall and open it with the foot release. Just need to get there. And I checked, you don’t even have a candle. Rest of you, Kovid, the wolf is still savaging you and on your tail. Wyn you are at the door between the garden and the orc room. Abraxas you are close to the door. Brendon, you are still invisible. There are at least 5 hobs in the hall and 9 gobs coming from south, not counting whoever is still back there in the rooms. And they are blowing a signal whistle. Go go go!
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