Shalwigg's thick braid twitches on its own as the two guards begin to rise from their table. She grimaces and reaches toward one, as if casting sand in his direction.
Soren's arrow misses the guard by a wide margin.
The guard to the left of Damien slumps to the floor in a heap.
Xoruk seizes the dead guardsman who begins to rise.
The sword in Grumblejack's hand suddenly glows white hot as he charges at the guard to Damien's right side but the guard manages to step away from the clumsy attack perhaps due to the drugs still coursing through the half-breeds body.
Guard
Damien
Soren
Shalewigg
Xoruk
Grumblejack
The guard not as brave as his comrades who guarded the cells heads to the door and flings it open...
Grumblejack Long Sword Attack
Damage
Guard Initiative
As the lead guard is about to open the door at the top of the stairs it suddenly swings inward.
Lothryin you see that the guard appears terrified as you are not hooded.
You all hear his terrified voice announce, "Its a jail break!
Guard 1
Pyotr
Vaundour
Damien
Lothhryin
Soren
Nathaniel
Guard 2
Guard 3
Shalewigg
Xoruk
Grumblejack
Dr. Sulta
Nathaniel
Pyotr
Vaundor
Guard 2
Guard 3
Dr. Sulta
"Wha-jailbreak?" Not knowing what to do to keep himself safe, Nathanial tries to find a wall to cower up against. No...I don't want to cause any trouble...please let things work out for once...
Ah a jail break, I do hope this one works out better than last, Lothyrin says with a knowing smile. As Lothyrin talks his hands are whirling around in intricate patterns, as a fiendish eagle appears next to the guard behind him, Tada. This one looks promising, perhaps this is the opportunity I have been waiting for.
Pyotr grins underneath his hood. 'Maybe have Devil's luck,' he thinks to himself, but with his hands and feet bound, he has few options in how he can take advantage of it.
As the eagle, pops into existence it quickly releases it's aerial assault on the guard.
Damien seeing the guard flee charges after him, "No you don;t bastard!" and stabs him in the back.
Long Sword Attack
Damage
But the guards armor turns aside the Anti-Paladins blade.
Looking down the hallway he exclaims, "Prisoners, strike and be free!"
Soren takes another shot at the nearest guard, aiming carefully as she draws the bow back. She looks to Damien, having charged into the fray. "What is he shouting now? He's going to get the entire barracks down on us at this rate."
The Eagle harasses the Guard but it is unable to penetrate the man's armor and his head ducks away from the dangerous beak.
Soren, your missile strikes the Guard at the top of the landing sinking through the armor almost to the sheaf of the arrow though the man manages to remain on his feet.
Drawing his sword, that guard opts to attack the summoned beast rather than flee for backup. He steps back down to the edge of hall and swings in a wide arc striking only the feathers of the bird.
The guard in front of Lothyrin draws his dagger in the tight stairwell and stabs at the Summoner, "I'll cut off those hands witch!"
The blow staggers you Lothyrin.
Vaundour your back is to teh wall but those manacles will need something sterner than the wall to break them off!
Damage
Guard 2 spins and strike Lothyrin Damage
Guard 1 6/13 HP Remaining
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Realizing how futile his attempt was, Vaundour groaned in frustration. "Frakkin' guards using the good stuff on me," he muttered under his breath. "I mean, I'm flattered that they think I'm worth it, but for once I wish I wasn't thought so highly." Unable to think of anything else to free him, since not even his silver tongue would convince a guard to free him, he decided to wait and see how this ended.
Arching an eyebrow, Shalewigg looks toward the stairs. "Witch? Who?
She turns back to Damien and his awkward skirmish with the guard, waving her hand and fluttering her eyes as if half-asleep.
She locks eyes with the warrior and grimaces. "You have one chance to keep quiet, lest the rest of the guards find you asleep on the floor after we have gone."
Shalewigg's hex drops the second guard in the room, Shalewigg's threat falls on deaf ears as both guards in the room are bewitched into slumber.
However, the sound of battle echoes up the stairs from below...
Xoruk and his pet Zombie shuffle out of the room, "That racket from down those stairs will alert the entire place to us, we must do something and quickly!"
Grumblejack grunts and charges to the guard at the edge of the stairs that Shalewigg hexed, he hoists the body with a feat of strength that only a being with Ogre blood could perform.
Suddenly the body alights as if on fire!
He throws it like a missile down the stairs.
Damage
The guards body does slams into the melee!
Both the guard in front of and behind Lothhryin are knocked probe to the ground.
Dr, Sulta yells out, "Guards! Guards!"
Guard 0
Guard 1
Pyotr
Vaundour
Damien
Lothhryin & Summoned Creature
Soren
Nathaniel
Guard 2
Guard 3
Shalewigg
Xoruk & Zombie
Grumblejack
Dr. Sulta
Pyotr begins to struggle against his bonds, not content to remain helpless any longer. His half-hearted efforts seem futile, however.
Lothyrin nimbly dodges the flaming guard that comes barreling down the stairs, "Well that was a close one, he says as he notices the prone guards My my what a tragedy, oh well" he quips as he brushes off the cinders on his shoulder.
As the guard falls, the eagle notices its opportunity to quickly strike an exposed area.
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The sounds of battle raged around Vaundour as he tried to figure out how to escape his bonds. Figuring that the ability to see would greatly help his endeavors, he placed his head against the wall, making sure that the sack was firmly pressed to the surface, and slowly slid down. 'Please let this work,' he thought to himself.
Pyotr's bonds are simply too well made to be escaped from that easily.
Lothhryin's Eagle just misses a vital artery on the neck of the guard as he spins out of the way and a bit further into the hall.
As Vaundour slides down the wall the hood which was not secured on very tightly due to the anticipated short trip comes off!
Damien turns back to Shalewigg, "We're not the only prisoners here woman, more come and we must free them if we are to escape bondage ourselves".
The anti paladin charges down the stairs at the prone guard.
Longsword Attack
Damage
His wild charge is sloppy and clearly throws off his attack as he fails to strike the guard even as he is struggling to get to his feet.
Nathanial, still tied up and hooded and helpless, continues to cower against the wall.
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Vaundour, his eyes now free, looked over the battlefield in the stone corridor. Several guards were fighting off prisoners and an eagle -'That's new.'- while he could hear a tussle coming from up the stairs. Spotting another prisoner huddled on the ground against the wall, he yelled over, "Try to get the hood off, my new friend! That way you can at least see the sword that'll kill you!"
"No...no...I don't want to cause any trouble..." The man murmurs, cowering.
The eagle missing his chance, decides to strike again with the hope of mortally injuring the guard.
Rolling her eyes, the human woman points to Damien and rubs her fingers together, producing the slumbering curse yet again. As she produces her hex, she moves down the hall to the bottom of the stairs.
Looking at one of the prone guards, the girl whispers You were outnumbered. You fought bravely. The unholy warrior had a plan to free them all and you prevented it. You're a hero, or a dead man.
She looks up to see if the curse has taken hold, then down at the surrounded guard for his answer.
The Eagle's Talons strike the Guard but despite the scratches to his face he stands defiantly.
Soren moves to the edge of the stairs kneeling between the legs of the Half Ogre and fires an arrow down at one of the prone guards.
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Her shot strikes true and the guard that Damien was combating galls dead with an arrow through his throat.
"Ah, it seems our loudmouth friend was correct, there are indeed more prisoners who were coming to join us".
The last Guard stands with his sword out before him on full defense, "Surrender", the one of the foot of the stairs states, "if you come peacefully I'll not alert the Captain to your attempt prison break".
He is at the foot of the stairs and only the Eagle and the shackled Wizard could even attempt to stop him if he flees back down the hall.
Damien's head shakes and he looks up at Shalewigg, "Witch, your hex missed the guard and targeted me, careful with that".
The guard laughs at Shalewigg's suggestion, "I am down here and there are twenty more where I come from, it is you who are outnumbered villain".
Xoruk and his Zombie are unable to do anything with the presence of the two women and the Half Ogre at the top of the stairs.
Grumblejack launches his new longsword as a missile weapon against the mocking guard
but the weapon soars over the guardsmans' head harmlessly and clatters along the hallway.
As the eagle draws blood, Lothryin quickly begins to speak under his breath hoping his incantation will take effect.
The Guardsman suddenly swoons as the spell effect of Lothryin takes effect!
All Players may act before all NPC's regardless of Initiative Order.
Have at it!
As the man stands there in confusion, the fiendish eagle screeches in triumph in an attempt to pierce his heavy armor
Pyotr continues to struggle with his bonds.
Soren takes another shot, planning to take out the guard before the spell wears off. She draws the bowstring back to her cheek, taking aim for the guards throat with her arrow. "Outnumbered, perhaps. Outsmarted, outmatched? Perhaps not." After steadying herself, she releases her arrow, then turns her eyes to Damien.
What a fool; surely he cannot fit into my Lord's machinations. Lord of Hell, guide me. I am your Hand, your instrument on this mortal plane. Does this man serve some purpose? Is to die, for my escape, his purpose is being here?"
A pretty, raven-haired girl with a smudged face and very long braid crouches at the bottom of the stairs. She looks to Vaundour and grips her knife.
We added a loud braggart and a giant already to our number, she whispers harshly. What can you do to help us leave this place?
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Vaundour just grinned at the ravenette. "Well, for starters, you would have the gratitude of a noble of House Gathlain," he said before twisting his nose in irony. "Granted, a displaced noble, but a noble none-the-less. Also, I am quite good at potions and making explosives, and I have a way with words good enough to con the moneypurse off of the ruling family itself." He gave her his most winning smile, only slightly marred by his ruffled hair and his situation.
Nathanial hears the change in voices and trembles for a moment, realizing the prisoners are winning.
The guard falls over dead, Soren's shot pierces his eye and he falls, eating his own last words.
Doctor Sulta presses his back against the wall, "Please lock me and my patient in a cell and leave us be, he is sick and needs help. I'll not interfere with your work if you leave mine be" he states.
Other than the rattling of manacles on the wrists and feet of Pyotr, Nathaniel and Vaundour as well as the manacles on the wrists of Lothryin no other sounds can be heard in the steps or the great hall. The stairwell is littered with three dead guards and the four aforementioned prisoners and Damien. The top of the stairs are cluttered by the presence of the Half-Ogre, Soren, and Shalewigg who is slowly making her way down towards Vaundour. By some miracle, no one heard the sounds of battle or the shouting that ensued.
The Ogre speaks in a low rumbling voice still a bit slurred, "What now?"
Damien begins looting the body of the dead guard in front of him.
Xoruk allows the dead guard he animated to fall in the guard room but says nothing further as he had little to do with effecting the escape thus far.
As I recall the gate is wide open, and there are only four guards between us and it along with two guards marching the wall. I would not presume myself to order about others, so I will inform you all that I am plan on leaving, and any who wish to join me are welcome. Lothyrin begins to weave his arms about as he mumbles under his breath.
Pyotr continues to strain against his bonds. "What is happening? I am not of seeing with damned bag on head!"
Soren moves towards the still bound prisoners, pulling her tools from her prisoner's shift. With practiced hands, she inserts the tools into the locks upon their wrists and feet. "If you plan to escape, follow us. I have... we have been given a great opportunity. I do not plan to waste it." In between releasing their manacles, Soren slices the bags off of their heads with her knife, and throws them to the side. As she slides the bags off each of their hands, she turns with a menacing look towards the doctor. As she finishes, she smiles and walks towards him.
"Needs help, does he? Then I will help him; the Duke of Hell shall visit upon him his strength, and use him to usher in a new order. He needs no 'help' from you, you sniveling gutter rat."
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Vaundour slowly stood up, rubbing his wrists to help ease the pain caused by the manacles. "You have my thanks, madam," he said, giving the tiefling woman a flourished bow. "I hope to someday repay your kindness. In the mean time, you mentioned something about an...opportunity? I must admit, such a thing does sound rather appealing, given my current circumstances."
Nathanial stays silent and still, letting himself be freed. He stands up slowly, looking around and pushing blonde bangs from his eyes. Break out? I haven't seen the outside in so long...but the doc says I've been doing so much better... He takes a lurching step and leans against the wall. "I...I will go with you, just please don't hurt the doctor. He has helped me so much. But we need to find Aurex. He wasn't meant to be caged like this."
"Hmm... if you wish him left alone, I will acquiesce... for now, at least. As long as he holds his tongue, I see no reason to take it from him.." She flashes a coy smile at him, her sharp fangs just barely showing past her lips. "As for my... opportunity, I will tell you of it once we escape this place."
"Aurex? Who is this, a companion of yours?" Soren asks, turning back to Nathaniel.