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Hrothgar bars the door to the room.

I think Paper followed Hrothgar into the room.

"Um...did we miss anything?"

Hrothgar and Paper will run back to Isat and the others.

With Paper beside him, Hrothgar thinks that the odds are just right and will move to engage the attackers once they get through the door.

"Ha! And I took your mothers before your fathers knew them!"

"The enemy is inside the house! Bar your doors!"

EDIT: "Friend Paper, I couple of your Roman types outside. Ready to deliver some justice."

Post 269. with the weirdness of missing posts, I am going to ask all of you to do as I did here, and number your post. If a post is missing, we may be able to see the gap.

Hrothgar is under attack, which means someone got into the house. Helping him should include locating the breach so you are not surrounded. Only Hrothgar knows about his plight, unless he calls out.

We need to wait for Radavel.

About ghost sound. It is a good spell for distraction. Imitating town guard means imitating a squad of legionairres with decurion. The range is an issue though, as is the problem of needing line of sight on the source.

It is possible that the enemy does not know the layout of the house, but Zal certainly knew the Nubian. Paper has no way of knowing how much they know about the ground.

Loose ends:

Modius has not told anyone how many enemies there are or what their armament is.

Hrothgar is in combat. Is it quiet?

Paper does not know how Zal knew the dark fighter.

Isat has not told anyone anything at all.

Post 272. Hrothgar is screaming bloody murder and is doing full attack against his attacker. Please see post 270

Init (1d20+7=20)

Hrothgar unloads his fury on his attacker, "In the name of Tyr, feel my justice!" His roar echoing throughout the house.

Full Attack (1d20+3=18, 1d8+4=8, 1d20+2=3, 1d4+1=5)

Taliesin Hoyle

Perception (1d20+3=10)

Hrothgar next to the door. The moment the door gives Hrothgar immediately attacks the first intruder.

Seeing the Nubian's schedule full., Hrothgar decides to head to the kitchen door and do what he can.

Will be a slow in posting today.

Am I there yet?

Hrothgar pauses outside of the door. "Here me Tyr. Fill me with your righteous fury and I promise to deliver your justice upon the heads of these miscreants."

Draws a thin line across his palm with the axe, "By blood, I swear it."

"Very well." Draws his weapons, Hrothgar tells Rufinus, "You'll miss out on the fun, though. Oh well more for me."

Hrothgar leaves the room whistling.

Init (1d20+7=14)

Perception (Listen) (1d20+3=18)

"Safe? It is safe. I am here"

"Your Ruth is safe. And you will be too, if you don't move too much. But what do I know, I'm no healer."

Hrothgar maintains a distance of a few feet from the injured man. He does not want to provoke the injured man into doing something stupid, like fighting him, as he'll knock him down no questions asked.

For Taliesin

"Modius, how much do you think we'd get for this hashish?"

"Yeah... give us some."

"You think we should ask Paper for some. Makes it easier."

Hrothgar sees Modius. In a low voice, "Did you know that they have hashish in this place?"

I think using a blunt heated knife is better to drive home the point that he has to talk.

I was thinking of describing to the man in detail the process of transforming a man into a eunuch.

"I am the personification of gentleness." Hrothgar mock-stumble as he lift the man.

If the man doesn't want to talk after you heal him Rosey... let me at him. I'll make him talk.

"Alright... I'll lift the guy. But this settles the cleaning bill."

Hrothgar waits for Modius to make his appearance.

Hrothgar simply nods. He scratches his gluteus maximus.

"So you keep telling me, Isat."

The insensitive jerk inside Hrothgar cannot help but say after hearing what Modius just said, "Bah, Modius. You are getting soft."

"If it's safe to move him, then let's go." Hrothgar moves to pick up the fallen man.

"Just pointing out that even you recover better somewhere quiet Red." rejoins Isat. "Last time you passed out, it cost Modius and I a lot to get you carried home."

Hrothgar pauses a long time, deep in thought, then, "I don't remember being passed out. Oh... wait... did I vomit on you that one time?"

"What was that you said, Isat?!"

Hrothgar stands watch over his companions. His hands never far from his weapons.

Hrothgar follows the little man (Modius).

Compared to Hrothgar, Modius is a little man. LOL

Initiative (1d20+7=15)

If I gain initiative vs. the assailant, I perform a charge against him using my 40ft. per round move speed and draw my weapons as part of my attack action, while at the same time I go into rage ala wolverine.

I'd second the motion but saying such things is completely against my character. Let's just say I said: "On with it, you lout!"

"All hail the one true god... ooops wrong character."

Hrothgar moves behind the man and cracking his knuckles as he does so.

Hrothgar, not being one to admit when he is wrong, simply shrugged and moves near the injured fellow, "Now see here, my friend is a healer and he needs your cooperation. So be a nice fellow and help him help you. Or else."

"Isat, you can manage that one. He is not strong like me." Hrothgar then flexes his muscles to show off, probably catching the eye of some Roman woman.

Just role-playing Hrothgar they way the stats made him out. He's a jerk.

Will someone ask the good senator a question? Otherwise, the barbarian will mossey on to that varmint and ax him a thing or two.

Knowledge (local) and Listen Checks (1d20+1=5, 1d20-1=12)

Hrothgar makes a rumbling sound in his throat. "Let's go ask the weird one staring at the marble."

Hrothgar sizes up "Paper" the way a wolf does a rival. "Are you any good with that pigsticker you got strapped to your belt, Roman?" Hrothgar flexes his muscles.

Modius stands by his big friend quietly, listening to the Senator and watching the faces of those gathered around for their reactions, somewhat distracted by the fresh air brought by the rain.

Sense Motive (1d20 4=9)

Then loudly: "Thank you Jesus! I was tiring of the dust, this is refreshing," he says, looking up at Hrothgar. "See, when you need it most, there is rain. Some money shall come, too, big brother." Modius rests his hand on his purse.

"This Jesus of your must be rich to send money our way for no apparent reason."

Hrothgar combs back his scraggedy blond hair and eyes the weakling Romans with disdain. He flips back his faded scarlet cloak to reveal his mailed torso and belt from which hung the tools of his trade, a battle axe and two daggers. He smiles cockily, daring anyone to challenge him.

"Scalpels? What do they look like?"

"I keep telling you Hrothgar, if you don't look to Jesus, HE will let someone best you. Yes, yes, rashes, bugs, plagues, pray to Jesus, pray to Jesus."

"Why? He'll send his bodyguard or something?" Hrothgar picks his nose as he says this.

Still finishing up background. Hrothgar believes in somebody called Thor.