Alinya, "I agree, Castiel. We have found nothing here and time is passing. Where do you suggest we look next?"
I'll let Larissa tend to Rholf, it would be rude to push in front of her while she's standing next to him.
Woah.
50 exp.
Now that I knew.....
Just now noticing the nail through his forearm, Rholf stands silently for a moment, then takes a knee outside the debris, leaning the elbow of his wounded arm while gripping his wrist with the other hand.
"Umm... It would seem I hadn't noticed this little pleasantry before. Would someone mind? Straight up and out, nice and quick."
"How did you do that?! Hold still. Now, on the count of three..."
Heal
Alinya is relieved that neither Rholf nor Myron are badly hurt. There is one casualty however, "Myron, your fine new armor. Covered in ... debris."
"Ah, your concern is both touching and appreciated, ma'am." Myron dusts himself off after having been helped out of the rubble pile by Castiel and Rholf. "Looks like there will be some extra equipment maintenance work tonight. Having said that, it has seen worse - after all, I took it off a decapitated zombie..."
Rholf lowers his head as Larissa prepares to remove the nail from his forearm. When she removes it, he inhales sharply, but makes no other noise.
Standing, he says "Well, I had thought to preserve the healing powers of Sarenrae for more dire circumstances, but I do not wish any of us to become infected because of all the filth around open wounds. Therefore..."
Channel Positive Energy to heal the injured in the group:
The nail pops out, and the wound closes as well as everybody elses' aches and pains from taking a brick shower.
"Yes, moving our search elsewhere might be, prudent." Edwin agrees, casting a longing glance at what is left of the upstairs.
"Terribly sorry about that Myron old chap. Won't happen again. Shall we continue? The sun will not wait for us, it seems." He adds, chucking a thumb over his shoulder at the sky.
What now?....
Rholf motions to the nearest guard tower... "There, or the prison proper?"
“The guard tower, unless it too appears on the verge of collapse when we take a closer look,” states Castiel, beginning to head in that direction.
There's a wooden door.
When you approach within 15 feet of the tower, you hear some creatures....chittering angrily.
Rholf listens, trying to determine if this is an intelligible language or just animalistic jabbering, while slowly drawing his scimitar.
Perception:
Linguistics:
It's animals. They're ticked off, too.
"I wonder what has got the animals all riled up?" Alinya looks round at the ruined house behind them, and answers herself, "I suppose we have made some noise."
To Rholf, "Should we go in?"
To Rholf, "Should we go in?"
Rholf shrugs helplessly. "I'm not sure. They're just animals, and I don't wish to kill animals for no reason. Perhaps if we stand off to the side and throw open the door, whatever is in there will just bolt. One would think, however, that if whatever is in there got in by itself, that it would likely be able to get out by itself..."
The implication hangs in the air as Rholf doesn't finish the thought out loud.
"I suppose it would be unwise to leave this unexplored..."
“It could be rats, or some other vermin,” suggests Castiel. “They can be dangerous in large numbers.”
"I think I saw Myron carrying some of his alchemists fire and munitions. I would hope they can deal with a scrambling tumbling massed swarm of chittering biting rodents..." Alinya tails off with a small shudder as her imagination overtakes her.
She collects herself.
"Ahem. So, are we going in?"
Rholf gently thumbs the blade of his scimitar as the illusory flames dance weirdly above his eyes and ears. "I suppose I'm ready. Castiel? Do you wish to do the honors?"
Castiel made it to about g 14 before he heard the squeaking.
The door is at D 11......
HUZZAH!!!
Castiel made it to about g 14 before he heard the squeaking.
The door is at D 11......
HUZZAH!!!
Yeah; that'll work.
time check: 2:05 p.m.
Alinya stands just behind Rholf and Castiel.
Got it!
"I think I saw Myron carrying some of his alchemists fire and munitions. I would hope they can deal with a scrambling tumbling massed swarm of chittering biting rodents..." Alinya tails off with a small shudder as her imagination overtakes her.
She collects herself.
"Ahem. So, are we going in?"
Edwin also gives an involuntary shudder, as well as a mildly annoyed glance in Alinya's direction. He slides his rapier back into its sheath, pulls out his bow and knocks an arrow.
"It would appear so." He acknowledges, his customary look of boredom now firmly back in place.
"Afterwords, I want to spend some quality time with those patterns on the base of the prison wall. After you Myron old chap! I think we've agreed that your eyes are better than mine. At least when it comes to architecture!" He adds spritely, giving Myron a half-bow and stepping aside to allow him in front.
"Let's open it up and burn out whatever vermin that hide inside." Grabbing a grenade, Myron purposefully strides towards the door.
Larissa remains near Rholf and behind him.
Nigel stays by the group, Azulzu by his side
1d20+7
You can tell they're......AT the door from the scraping sounds, and from detritis being kicked up under the door......
Wod's the only one waiting to be placed.
Larissa remains near Rholf and behind him.
oops! I fixed it,.....
Larissa remains near Rholf and behind him.oops! I fixed it,.....
I saw the "anonymous user 5634" or whatever and the square highlited there,....heh heh.
Right on.....
Got him.
Whatdoyoudo? what....do you....do......
(not on rounds at the precise moment)
Edwin's sharp eyes scoot over the building.
"Careful Myron! Whatever they are, they are AT the doorway! Note the amount of debris being scattered from under the door!" He calls out as the alchemist steps forward.
"Perhaps you should have someone else 'knock' for you, and then you can deliver your package?" He suggests casually.
GIKGIKGIKGIKGIKGIKGIK!!! on and on they chatter wickedly.
"With my luck, It will be giant, magically mutated cockroaches. Normal ones are duecedly hard to exterminate. Can you imagine the magnificent, if disgusting, abilities a large one would possess?" Edwin speaks softly, as if to himself. He glances aside at the others as he realizes that he was speaking aloud.
"Well, it would still be preferable to rats,..." He mutters as he draws a bead on the doorway,...
One does not simply ride a giant cockroach into Mordor!!!
Who's gonna open the door?.....
Reckon for all that, I'll need to know just where everybody's standing, and an initiative roll.....one can open the door from the "left" side of said door.....
I reckon, then, Castiel slides up to e12, and pops the door open.
initiative:
Adjusting the map.....
I can't draw a wall on the left side of a9-13, but....it's there....
the ground floor of the guard tower is chock full of dire rats, "r" and there's a bigger one, size of a broodsow pig, marked as "R."