4d3-4
4d3-4Monroe's been in a few tight spots before, but none quite so literal. The shelves are perilously close to simply collapsing around him. He scanned the area, looking for a way out. He was not going to let the trolls escape. After a moment or two, he has a plan. If he can kick loose one of the shelves at the right point, he might be able to get out with minimal injury.
(( Out of the museum ))
A portal opens momentarily and Pernilla moves into the Nevernever and once on the other side mounts her faithful companion and the move just ever so slightly...
(( Into the hallway ))
Attempting to re-enter the museum the portal through materializes for a moment by does not fully open. It is too soon after the portal and the pegasus just cannot muster enough to open the new portal...
"Well, this does not bode well." perinilla says... She looks around for other options.
(( Alertness ))
Monroe heard a dull pop and could no longer hear Pernilla. He tried to wriggle free, but that simply makes it worse. He needed to get out before it was too late, especially considering the unearthly wail he heard outside.
(( Out of the museum 4d3-3 ))
A portal opens momentarily and Pernilla moves into the Nevernever and once on the other side mounts her faithful companion and the move just ever so slightly...
(( Into the hallway 4d3-3 ))
Attempting to re-enter the museum the portal through materializes for a moment by does not fully open. It is too soon after the portal and the pegasus just cannot muster enough to open the new portal...
"Well, this does not bode well." perinilla says... She looks around for other options.
(( Alertness 4d3-6 ))
The Nevernever here seems to be a great trash heap of things. It looks like someone has take large chests and dropped them here from a fair height. Even the 'ground' you are standing on appears to be 'discards' of centuries of trash.
When you look around, you see a large wall of ice rings the area.
You aren't sure but you think there may be 'things' moving amongst the piles of discards that you are standing on like a shark or crocodile moving just a few feet below the surface.
Monroe heard a dull pop and could no longer hear Pernilla. He tried to wriggle free, but that simply makes it worse. He needed to get out before it was too late, especially considering the unearthly wail he heard outside.
4d3-8
"Let us take to the air my friend... we do not wish to deal with mroe than we have to here." Once airborne eh asks the the pegesus, "Do you happen to know the closest exit to Toronto? I am sure if the trolls are up to something, they will need to return to the Nevernever with the ill gotten goods. And while I do not wish to fight them all at once... perhaps a timed ambush where we might swoop in, grab their bag of goodies and get us out of here."
As the mount look back at her she shrugs and comments, "Hey, it's worth a try."
"Let us take to the air my friend... we do not wish to deal with mroe than we have to here." Once airborne eh asks the the pegesus, "Do you happen to know the closest exit to Toronto? I am sure if the trolls are up to something, they will need to return to the Nevernever with the ill gotten goods. And while I do not wish to fight them all at once... perhaps a timed ambush where we might swoop in, grab their bag of goodies and get us out of here."
As the mount look back at her she shrugs and comments, "Hey, it's worth a try."
"Pernilla, you there?" The boxes muffle the sounds coming from the hall and the rest of the warehouse, but he is fairly certain that the Monoc agent is no longer there. "Damn it. How's that for not leaving a man behind?" It will probably take the better part of an hour to escape, so Monroe gets to work.
The trolls with two big boys in the lead head into the stairs and up to the crowded area of Gala 1 by the exit.
Boss T and his two companions are still in the stairwell as they are a bit behind.
When her scream rolled right off of the troll, and neither Pernilla or her friend seemed able to get free, Deirdre did what she knew best. She sprinted down the hall and slipped into the shadows.
Stuck. Monroe refuses to be stuck. He needed to get out there, protecting people and ending the threat these trolls posed. He grimaces and grunts as he tries to free himself. This would have been so much easier 20 years ago. He is still in good shape for his age, but there's nothing that replaces the vitality of youth.
When her scream rolled right off of the troll, and neither Pernilla or her friend seemed able to get free, Deirdre did what she knew best. She sprinted down the hall and slipped into the shadows.
The trolls will try to keep an eye on Deidre to avoid getting jumped from behind but their focus is on getting out of the building with their prize.
Deidre from where she squats just inside a doorway down the hallway hopes that the Trolls will pass on by.
Boss T before heading up the stairs takes a moment to stop and pose at the bottom of the stairs and wink at Deidre. "Be seeing ya darling."
Stuck. Monroe refuses to be stuck. He needed to get out there, protecting people and ending the threat these trolls posed. He grimaces and grunts as he tries to free himself. This would have been so much easier 20 years ago. He is still in good shape for his age, but there's nothing that replaces the vitality of youth.
4d3-8
David is definitely looking like it is going to take ten or fifteen minutes to dig himself out of the piles of boxes and other antiques that he is littered in.
Sure, he could step on every bone that was covering the floor and have his Shaman spend the next month on how he had destroyed history and upset some ancient spirit. Better to take some time and move carefully rather than rush the job and end up with a thousand angry ghosts hunting him across town.
While you are working to clear your way through the boxes and other items, your knife brings forth your friend the Shaman who points out that there are some native items amongst the boxes and piles.
This might be a good time to return some items to the people. Who is to say the Trolls didn't take the items and they would be going back to their proper owners rather than this soulless place.
As Monroe struggles to get free, Kaniko appears before him and begins to speak. "Friend David, the empire builders have taken these items from the sweat of my people. I beseech you to return them to the Mohawk nation."
A few years ago, Monroe would never have considered stealing goods from a museum. However, Kaniko had been a good friend to him since joining the supernatural world, even though no one else could even see him. Monroe owed him quite a bit, even if he was just a ghost. "Okay. Any chance you could help me out of here? If I get caught in here, these items won't be goin' nowhere." He puts a few items in his pockets and continues to try his best to get free.
Athletics
While reaching for a piece, the boxes shift precipitously. If Monroe isn't careful, he'll be crushed under the weight of it all.
Deirdre boils with rage at the boss troll's cockiness, but she is in no position to do anything about it right now. Once he passes, she ducks back in to help the Pernilla and the cop out only to discover no one is there...
Deirdre boils with rage at the boss troll's cockiness, but she is in no position to do anything about it right now. Once he passes, she ducks back in to help the Pernilla and the cop out only to discover no one is there...
I'll sink this action of following on the trolls after checking on the others since there was a bit of time while Monroe was trapped.
Your alertness is high enough and you do arrive in time to spot Monroe grab a few items from the shelves as he is disappearing out of the back of the room.