Twigs' dagger soars wide, burying itself in a nearby pillow. "See? I bloomin' told you! We’re in a right ol’ two an eight, now! Put em in the dirt! Quick! Where'd that lazy ogre scarper off to?"
As everyone rushed inside, Gil looked back at the southern door with sudden realization "Didnt someone suggest barring the doors? Maybe..." Making a decision, he rushed over to the door, looking around for anything to use.
Malum quickly chants "Dispater, gives us strength to overcome our foes!"
Malum gives a pep talk "Stab 'em in the leg, stab 'em in the eye, don't stop till ya here their mother's cry!"
"Stab 'em in the leg, stab 'em in the eye, don't stop till ya here their mother's cry!"
Round 1
Izabelle muscles past Felrin (into the square south of barros) and takes a big swing at the guard. The club cracks into him, leaving a deep bruise beneath his armor.
Twigs will hesitate only a little as he dashes into the room after Sabel, his knife burying itself in Garret's shoulder.
Opening the door, Giltharon scampers to the back of the dining area close to the southern door under the guise of wanting to prevent anyone from flanking the group and to try and jam the door from opening.
As soon as the others see the door open, they spring into action. Numair mutters a quick incantation under his breath and points a finger at one of the guards who suddenly becomes listless. .
Izabelle imbues herself with her inner strength and charges forward, growling with an animal like fury. There's a resounding *crack* as her club catches Barros square in the chest and almost levels him.
Not one to be left behind, the gangly rogue chucks a dagger at one of the guards missing wildly and follows Izabelle into the room. Glancing at the three guards close to him, he picks the one in the middle and moves up to him, sticking his dagger deep in the guard's shoulder.
Taking advantage of his inattention, the guard wounded by the druid swings at Twigs...
...take THAT, ya filthy scum! as the sword slices deep into Twigs' armor and opens a deep gash in his side.
Meanwhile, Malum shouts words of encouragement at Felrin who sprints into action and quickly kills off two of the sleeping guards.
Looks like it's the whole bloody lot o' them! hollers Pelar as he kicks the cot nearest to him, waking up the sleeping guards. Git yer arse's up, ya lazy lot... we got company! He holds his sword out in front of him, ready to catch the first prisoner that comes within his range.
Garret, stinging from Twigs' attack, lashes out at the rogue in retaliation...
...but the pain in his shoulder numbs his sword arm causing a slow, inaccurate swing that Twigs easily ducks under.
Barros staggers on his feet but shakily holds up his sword arm trying to fend off any more attacks as he looks about wildly for a way out of the room.
Malum quickly moves into the room behind Twigs & Izabelle. Holding his right hand aloft it pulses with evil red power (channel evil).
"Dispater, allow your bountiful power to flow through me and grace our allies and curse our foes!"
Woot nice, 20pts of dmg and 4pts of healing all in one!
Oops, those sickened are affected for rounds.
After casting his spell, Numair sidesteps a small bit to get a better view of the room and it's occupants.
Seeing the guards lay in to Twigs, Numair hopes Felrin can take care of Onam and he targets Garret to keep the rogue from getting slaughtered.
Garret save DC 15
Unfortunately, this guard's will is stronger than the rest, and he shrugs off Numair's enchantment.
Grabbing a crossbow bolt, Gil jammed the missile into the lock, pulling it violently upwards before jamming it sideways. The sound emanating from within caused a satisfied smirk to settle on his lips "That should hold it for now."
Even so, it never hurt to be safe. Moving to the nearest table he tried to haul it in front of the door...
...but found it far to heavy to easily move. With an annoyed sneer he yelled for Jack "Jack where are you, get in here and help me!"
Felrin steps over the bodies of the two guards he's just killed, joining the ranks of his companions fighting the armed and armored ones. He swings his leather club into Onam's face, fetching him a painful blow.
Twigs will jab at Garret, and unable to get past his guard instead barrels past him and buries his knife in Pelar's Chest.
Round 2
Izabelle stumbles over the boxes as she steps forward to engage with Pelar, causing her swing to miss by a wide margin.
"Damn!"
Izabelle gets an AoO against one of them (The southern one).
If she connects, she deals enough to drop him to 0 with a solid whack.
The unholy cleric of Dispater steps into the room and spreads forth his evil miasma, much to the joy of his companions. The guards in the room flinch and retch as the evil aura overpowers them.
Not one to take chances, Numair hovers just outside the room trying to have his spells affect another guard. Garret stands still for a moment, but then shrugs off the lethargy, his eyes open and alert.
Giltharon continues his quest to block the southern door, oblivious to the fact that the exit out of the dining area is also wide open and makes for easy access for reinforcements. Jamming a bolt under the door, he snaps it off and tests to door to ensure it will take anyone on the other side at least a few moments to unstick and open it.
Felrin continues his lethal rampage and brings down Onam with a resounding crack, smiling viciously to himself.
Twigs jabs at Garret, but unable to get past his guard instead barrels past him towards Pelar who stands with his sword ready. Pelar hefts the sword up over his head and brings it down on Twigs in a vicious overhand arc hoping to split the poor rogue's skull...
...Twigs' twists his body away at the last second, avoiding a lethal blow but the sword catches him down his cheek and cuts deep into a shoulder. Howling in pain, the rogue plunges his dagger into Pelar's chest as he tries to recover from his overextended swing. The weapon catches his heart and the guard collapses soundlessly forward.
Izabelle steps forward and swings at the already dead guard for good measure, ensuring his demise. Noticing the guard behind her starting to stand, she spins back and clubs him as well. Gregoric falls back on his bed, down for the count.
Sensing the battle turning against them, Garret swings desperately at the druid hoping to pin her between him and Yarblek who stands and grabs a sword ready to defend himself.
Round 3
Sabel howls in pain as Garret slashes at her back, twisting violently as she turns away from the blow and backs up onto the boxes.
As she steps up, she brings her club around in a lethal backhand, catching Yarblek on the jaw. The blow sends spikes of pain through the guardsman's body, and he hits the wall with a thud.
Felrin sees Garret drive his blade into Sabel's side and says "No more of that you."
He swings his club at Garret's head the way a very large, fierce child might swing a stick at a ball to send it over the horizon.
"Well, you folks seem to have matters well in hand. Gil, can you try and locate our large friend? If we wish to repeat this exercise, he may want to join this time."
Moving up a bit, Numair notes, "The longswords may come on handy for those of you who can wield them correctly. So, the other door? Or a breather first?"
"Dispater, allow these worth folks to heal their wounds for the upcoming battles!
Gil simply nodded at Numairs request, leaving the table where it was and slinking into the hallway to look for their lost lumbering associate.
After lightly healing Twigs & Izabelle, Malum will root around in the guards belongings to get a guard uniform to replace his prison rags. And some quick looting into whatever chests or boxes the guards use for their personal possessions.
sigh, apparently Malum doesn't recognize lockpicks if they went and bit him...
Izabelle heads back out into the corridor after Gil, smiling as she sees the double-doors. "Somebody's eager."
"We should give chase-" Izabelle says. "If we want to keep our new ally. Even an ogre can get overwhelmed."
The guards had longswords and 2 crossbows along with leather armor and clothing between the eight of them. At this time, I'll assume everyone who wants leather armor has one and everyone is dressed in a set of guard attire rather than rags.
Malum looks through the footlockers. Two appear to be locked, the rest are open and contain personal effects of the guards - letters, mementos, a few coins (about 4 gp in silver and copper pieces). Nothing that resembles lockpicks unfortunately.
Giltharon and Izabelle head out to the hallway while the rest of the prisoners regroup to discuss their next steps.
Oops, I didn't realize there was still one alive... he would take damage from the Channel Energy.
I may have missed it, Malum will give a quick count on the number of footlockers/beds to see how many guards this barracks holds, and how many are unaccounted for.
Eight beds, 16 footlockers with other assorted clothing, knickknacks etc. in neat piles around the room.
After Malum checks the footlockers and determines that two of them are locked, Felrin moves over to one of the locked ones. He wedges one of them against the wall and wraps his fingers through the ring handle on the front of the box. He gives a firm tug and says, "With the right tools, I could pop this open in a trice. But I think I can get it open another way." He sets his shoulders and gives a much harder pull, tearing the lock loose from its moorings and opening the chest. He then takes a look inside.
He then turns to the remaining locked box. Having learned the trick of it, he shoves it against the wall, kicks a foot against it to hold it in place, and rips it open one-handed before examining the contents.
Numair will step into the room, and seeing the others rooting through footlockers, will mention, "Allow me to check these items for magical auras. Though I doubt these men had anything like that, one never knows."
Numair enchants a few words, and begins looking at weapons and belongings for any telltale signs of enchantment.
Seeing the double doors open, Gil rushed towards them, quickly looking outside to see if Jack was nearby.
Spotting the ogre he hissed a whispered yell at the brute "Jack, get back here, youre missing all the fighting!"
Finding no trace of the brute, he quickly ducked back inside, closing the doors behind him. Moving to the office room, he looked inside "Jack?"
Twigs nurses his wounds with a sullen glare at Gil as he the half-elf slinks out of the room. "'ere. Let's storm the bloody barracks, 'e says! Don't mind me, mates. I'll be rearranging the bloody furniature! Wots he tryin' to pull, anyway, gettin' us killed?" The man falls silent, helping to relieve the dead guards of their valuables and helping Felrin pry open the chests. "I says no more wastin' time! Let's get after 'im."
1:45 am
Giltharon peeks out the double doors but doesn't spot the ogre... ... or hear the ogre out and about under the dreary night sky. He shrugs, closes the double doors and heads back in.
Checking the office, he finds it much as it was left - in a state of disarray - papers strewn about... but no sign of Grumblejack.
Meanwhile, back in the sleeping quarters, a sulky Twigs helps Felrin and Numair rifle through the personal effects of the guards. Felrin makes short work of the two locked footlockers.
The first one yields a shiny holy symbol of Mitra, perhaps made out of some valuable metal? and what appears to be Pelar's personal journal. Skimming through it, it appears to describe his daily life at Branderscar - the food is terrible, guards are lazy etc.
The second footlocker contains a short sword, a sheaf of papers. Majority of it seems to be correspondence between someone called Joram and Lil. The theme appears to be them professing their love for each other and their plans for the future. Tucked away in a corner of the chest is also a small vial containing a creamy white liquid. Unfortunately, Numair's spell detects nothing magical about this or any of the other items in the room.
Numair holds the vial of liquid, trying to ascertain what it could potentially be ...
knowledge arcana
spellcraft
;)
Examining the liquid, Numair thinks he vaguely remembers the Mitrans using something similar on their students back when he was being 're-educated' to the Mitran way of life... but it is a fleeting memory, one that he can't recall or grasp firmly.
Malum will grab the papers of Joram and Lil, and he will cut the lips off one of the guards (preferably Joram), so he can send dear Lil the 'lips that kissed her' as a present after the escape. After all, don't women want little tokens of their loved ones? :)
After that, Malum will be ready to move out. Assuming Gil has returned, "Oh oh, this can't be good, no sign of 'Jack? Should we finish off whoever is to the south and then look for him, or look for him and then finish off those to the south? Or should we count our starts and just try and get out of here?"
Malum will grab a crossbow and bolts from the dead guards.
Malum handles the holy symbol of Mitra carefully using a glove or some sort of cloth to turn it this way and that, examining how it shines and sparkles in the light.