The Mist continues to nip at Kaloora's heels and cut at his back!
Despite the magical protection, the terror's attacks once again penetrate the Goblins back. This time the cut is too deep.
Kaloora falls forward and disappears into a plume of mist before the eyes of the terrified Grendl!
The creature, a Grippli, appears to be in the grips of a nightmare. However, you see a Dwarf awake standing near the bars of the cell struggling against them in vain but naught else.
Grendl eeps and tries to run again...
It seems no amount of bloodshed is enough for this Mistborn creature as it continues to pursue Grandl slashing with its razor.
Finally, the alleyway deadends and Grendl is trapped...at that moment your nose as well as your back begin to bleed. As you look down you see your blood form a word 'Wake'.
Grendl casts telekinetic projectile and throws a loose cobblestone at the creature.
He backpedals til his back is against the wall and wails in terror...
As Belrim walks back up to the cell door, the dwarf can almsot feel his muscles rippling under his skin. Weird. I DO feel stronger!
The cobblestone barely even registers in the creature's awareness as it strikes yet again at its cornered and terrified victim
though Grendl almost manages to duck out of the way he cannot and the knife slits his throat his scream is silent and he feels himself falling away....
The Grippli wakes from his nightmare to find himself in a grimy dungeon cell along with the others who were in his dream no nightmare!
The dwarf struggles with the cell bars as the Kobold and the Goblin stand over you Grendl.
Grendl wakes with a croak followed by a stifled scream that ends in a choking croak. "Where are we? what are we doing here? I think I ... I *crrrkkkk* had a bad dream... and you and you and YOU were there, too.... oh... Ooooh, my head hurts." He gets up and looks around, panicked, for a way out.
Still struggling with the bars, the dwarf huffed, "Apparently we were all sharing the same dream." The dwarf cursed as he jumped down from the cell down, giving the others a headshake of 'no'.
The dwarf began to look around the room, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon.
"Other than the dream, is everyone okay?"
The little kobold will walk up to the bars, exiting his hiding place.
Rather than force open the bars, he will try to slip through them.
Kaloora was still paranoid, on his corner, but decided to speak. This was all very strange.
Goblin remembers you. Shortshanks, Lizard, Frog, all from dream. But Goblin don't know you. Or who Goblin is. Yet Goblin feels you're... Friends?
The small green goblinoid doesn't even quite remembers his name, yet there they are.
As Belrim struggles with the bar the twisted surgeon turns to you all an cackles, "Quiet! You will all have your turn soon enough!"
Behind her, the man on the table manages to slip a leg free and kicks her in the back, she loses her balance and falls into the bars. Her face enraged she begins to pull herself away.
Grendl, still a slug-a-bed, rises up on one arm and, not even sure how he knows how to do this, casts daze on the surgeon, hoping to give someone up by the bars more opportunity to grab her... or her keys.
Thral playing with the bars is suddenly spooked, as the torturer is suddenly in front of him.
'The time is now.'
"Please don't hurt me, take the frog. He has suffered far so much."
Kaloora advances to try to help steal the surgeon's keys, but despite being quite agile, he's still far too paranoid and afraid to do his job correctly, and isn't much capable of succeeding at all.
Grendl summons forth magic... somehow.
The Dr. shakes its head and turns to look back at the cell. As the Dr. shakes its head, Thral is able to pull the keys from the loop.
The Dr. stares at Kaloora who fumbles into the cell bars, "Move again and I'll pull you out next!" She states in a female voice. The Dr's face momentarily twists into Kaloora's visage. She then turns back to her "patient" side stepping his next kick. "I think it's time to get a better look into your mind..."
Grendl, not sure what if anything just happened, blinks and watches those up by the bars, pushing himself slowly up to sit on the edge of the bed.
The cravenous kobold will whimper and wipe the tears pooling at his eye sockets, clutching the keys in his hand as hard as he could preventing them from jingling.
Whispering to the rest of them,"I don't know who you all are, but we're stuck here. Let's work together for now. Flashing the keys to the rest of the inmates.
Whispering to the rest of them,"I don't know who you all are, but we're stuck here. Let's work together for now. Flashing the keys to the rest of the inmates.
"Of course, you scaled idiot", Belrim murmured.
With no other weapon other than his defiance, the dwarf walked to stand between the goblin and the 'doctor', folding his muscular arms.In the back of his mind, Belrim had a sense that turning your back on a goblin was about the worst thing you can do, but did it anyway.
When he sees Thral brandish the keys for a moment, his eyes open bigger than they were, which was pretty big already and gets a lopsided grin on his face.... "Ooooh... open, yes?" He hops off the bed and toddles over toward the door.
Hee hee! - the Goblin now laughs almost silently. He's still quite afraid of everything, but as pieces starting falling into place, he's somehow excited with the prospect.
Yes, yes. - he completes, agreeing to work together to get out of there.
The Kobold has the keys, the Dr. appears distracted and the strangers have agreed to work towards a mutual goal.
Grendl peers at the doctor thru the bars, then looks down at Thral's hand with the keys in it, then at the door. He grins and nods at Thral. he whispers, "Open?"
Thral will shake his head in agreeance,"Yess, but are the others ready? Do we run like rats or charge her?"
Kaloora closes his eyes and focus, and again conjures a magic piece of armor around his frail body.
We charge and attack!
"I'll distract, whispers the dwarf.
And with that Belgrim jumps at the cell wall, trying to grab and pull the 'doctor' to him, in hopes of breaking one of it';s limbs.
Thral will nod, rush towards to cell door, frantically trying to fit the key into the lock to free them.
The DR. does not ven turn around at the sound of the Dwarf bellowing so intent is she on attacking her victim. She plunges her razor down at the tied down poor soul.
Thral opens the lock with the key freeing the rest of you to act!
Thral will rush out of the room, moving right beside her operation table on opposite side of her, looking for some sort of tool to defend himself.
'This is a bad idea, I shoulds of ran, ran ran ran!'
The dwarf rushes out of the cell, and up to the surgical table, also looking for anything that can use be used as a weapon.
Grendl steps just outside the cell, making sure he doesn't stop in anyone's way, and grabs something sharp like a scalpel or pointy like a syringe and tries to hit the doctor with it, using his telekinetic projectile spell.
Kaloora runs outside, as fast as he can. Stopping at a wall, he turns to the enemy doctor and shoots her with a bolt of pure electricity.
He's probably not too impressive, but a Goblin can learn.
Belrim and Thral spot a table which does indeed contain instruments for surgery that have become the implements of torture. Belrim grasps a surgical handsaw while Thral grabs a scalpel.
A smaller scalpel flies off of the table at the deranged Dr's head, it only misses by a hair. Unfortunately so does Kaloora's bolt.
Kaloora
Thral
Belrim
Doppelganger
The bloody Dr. sneers, "So you wish to all play at once eh? Very well!" She? It? starts to lunge but she is not as fast as some in your little band...
Grendl grabs another instrument off thetable with his telekinetic projectile attack and tosses it at the doctor, blade first.
but this time, instead of missing by a hair, he fumbles around with the projectile and telekinetically drops it unceremoniously onto the floor not far from the table his telekinesis picked it up from.
*clatter clatter clatter*
The dwarf advances past the goblin to strike the 'Doctor' with the surgical handsaw.
Thral will hop right beside the doctor, attacking her with his teeth and the scalpel
As the prisoners strike out at the Dr. only one is on the mark but Thral's attacks cut accurately and deep!
She screeches as for once, she is the one who is damaged. She feints a strike back at Thral and instead leaps over the instrument tale heading to the closed door to the east!
Thral leaps into action and charges the doctor. set on sinking his teeth into her, with the fury of a black dragon.
Grendl tosses another object at the doctor...
this one clatters into the wall, missing the doctor completely. He moves forward to keep the doctor in range.
The dwarf gives chase to the 'doctor'. Scrambling around the table foiled any attempt to bull rush, but Belgrim is content to stay on the 'doctor"'s heels for the moment.
Kaloora shoots again his Jolt.
The Dr. whimpers in pin, true pain, she flings the door open and charges into the room.
As you all peer into the room you see a broad chute extends diagonally through one of this cellar’s half-crumbled stone walls. Beneath it lies heaped more than a dozen mutilated humanoid bodies. Nearby, a flight of rickety, wooden steps climbs toward the high ceiling—an escape none of the room’s current occupants seem capable of employing. The smell of rot and decay in the room is nearly overwhelming, and the buzz of flies hangs in the air.
The DR. dives into the pile and begins clawing up it towards the chute.
Grendl chases after the doctor, moving about thirty feet and then grabbing a body part and smacking the doctor with it from a distance.
The dwarf puts on some speed and charges the doctor into the cell door.
Thral full of rage as his ancient black forefathers of tepid black swamps, rushes the "good doctor" with a mouth agape, filled with his own sharp instruments.