The door stands. Syeira doesn't notice anything other than splinters and flecks of metal flying off from the door her companions are thrashing.
Syeira gives a frustrated huff at Orendel's question, but when she answers, her tone is much softer than it was previously. "No. My magic is more suited to affecting the mind than the body. Perhaps in the future... But that does little to help us now."
"Arright, just thought I'd ask," Orendel replies as he takes another whack at the door.
"You seem to be doing well enough on your own," says Silvio admiring the damage. He takes a bash in-between Orendel's swings.
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Cherry shimmies back off the rooftop and keeps her eyes peeled for anyone trying to escape out the rear.
Quietly standing behind the others and trying to see through the fog in his mind. Touch the door?
Stepping forward and making sure to be out of their way. "I want to try something but do not stop on my account." Glancing back at the others and grinning, "Just if one of you is going to hit me let it be Silvio." Crouching down near the edge of the door and keeping his hand the lower side of it.
Dougal stops the violence for just a moment as he concentrates on the door in front of him. He can't explain in so many words, but its as if his mind was in a drunken haze, and the haze had suddenly been lifted so he could truly see beyond the reinforced door.
What he see's is a portend man, his hair unkempt and slick with grease. He scowls as he's putting on som leather straps of armor. To his side, a blade. Dougal is still watching as Orendell delivers another devastating strike. Smeed scowls again, picks up his blade, and flees down the hall.
Orendel pauses as Dougal approaches the door.
"What are you talking..." he starts saying but as he sees what Dougal is attempting, he nods and shoulders his pollaxe.
"Don't worry, this weapon's a little less swingy than Orendel's." Silvio gives Dougal a short breather, giving him a chance to recover some strength in his arms. He then attempts a serious bashing.
"I'm not entirely unconvinced that book has extra pages to give it weight, as a lawless city like this one can't have a charter that extensive. Either that or its previous owner came from Korvosa," Orendel comments.
Smiling at the door and mumbling to himself, "Wow." Not taking his eyes off the door, "He is armored and has a weapon.. Damn it he tore off down the door. Orendel let Cherry know."
"Dougal says he's got a weapon, Cherry and he's on the move!"" Orendel yells to Cherry.
The sound of padded feet rains down as Cherry scampers back over to the back door that she found earlier and takes up a hidden spot.
You hear the sound of footsteps, but they're going up.
Silvio smashes the door down with an impressive hit, and the door slams open.
EDIT: No sight of Smeed and the door is locked in front of you, it seems a small mud room of sorts, though the one in front of you doesn't seem nearly as reinforced. I'll rely on you telling me what your characters are doing.
Orendel rushes forward, the spearpoint of his pollaxe fixed ahead of him.
"IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU, YOU'LL STOP WHERE YOU ARE, SMEED!"
Silvio moves up and tries to open the next door, so that Orendel can intimidate the crap out of Smeed.
Turn Order: Orendel, Cherry, Dougal, Silvio, Syeira, Smeed
The next door is also locked, once again. Not as hard as the first one, really more of a mudroom of sorts.
"I'm not entirely unconvinced that book has extra pages to give it weight, as a lawless city like this one can't have a charter that extensive. Either that or its previous owner came from Korvosa," Orendel comments.
"I admit, there's some space in this book for future laws." reports Silvio. "That, and very thick covers."
Attempting another demonstration, Silvio bashes the next door, and makes sure Orendel has space to do the same.
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Orendel nods and strikes at the door in tandem with Silvio.
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Reaching out and touching the door again.
Syeira continues to fret a safe distance away from the second locked door so as to give the men some room to swing their weapons. Just hold on, Larur. We're coming...
Orendel growls at the botched swing.
"WHERE'S LARUR?!"
There is no answer to Orendel's yell, but with his poleaxe and Silvio's book, the second door is down in no time.
The L-piece is the stairs.
Cherry is still hunkered down by the back door.
Silvio considers whether it makes sense to ask Cherry to join them.
Orendel takes another swing at the door.
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Silvio pops his head back outside. " Cherry, Smeed might've gone upstairs," he reports, leaving it to Cherry to assess whether to rejoin the group or try cutting him off.
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"I can't get in through the window up there, so I'll come around inside with you. Thanks."
Orendel advances into the room and makes for the stairs.
[/ooc]Moved Cherry and Orendell, Orendell currenlty on second floor.[/ooc]
Dougal will follow after Orendel.
And Silvio will go up too!
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Rather than following the group up the stairs immediately, Syeira stops just inside the entrance to the first floor and searches for any signs of Larur.
"SMEED! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Orendel yells as he advances up the stairs.
Syeira looks around on the first floor. Its a slovenly display, the place isn't swept there's food waste on the dining table, and the wood has definitely seen better days. No signs of Larur or anything.
There is no response to Orendell's yelling, but he feels more confident as two of his companions follow him up the stairs. All of you stare, at another door.
This one seems slightly reinforced, not as much as the front, but definitely some.
"Any locks?" asks Cherry as she tries to catch up.
"No bloody time!" Orendel cries as he takes a whack at it.
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"Orendel there is always time to pick a lock and it is much less tiring than beating the door down."
Silvio steps aside as Cherry approaches, suggesting he was happy to let her try picking the lock. He begins to parley with Smeed, both desiring to protect Larur and also make enough noise to cover Cherry's work.
"Smeed! You're surrounded and your doors will not hold forever. Give us back Larur and you might come out of this in one piece!" Might, being the operative word, thinks Silvio as he suggests this. It really depended on how Larur was and why he was kidnapped in the first place.
"Orendel there is always time to pick a lock and it is much less tiring than beating the door down."
"There'll be time for resting when Larur is safe! He could be dying for all we know!" Orendel replies, panic creeping into his voice.
Syeira makes her way up to the second floor after her brief search of the first. "I didn't see any signs of Larur downstairs," she informs her companions, purposefully keeping her voice low. "Although I couldn't be sure if the disarray was caused by a struggle or if it was the normal state of things for Smeed. Any luck up here?"
"That's why I'm asking if there's a lock on this side!" says Cherry as she hustles up. "If it's barred from the inside we'll have to break it down like the other one."
Orendel looks to see if there's a lock on this side of the door.
"Tell Saul that what he owes me is owes me is gonna double if he ever dares send thugs to my place again. As for you lot, get out of my home!"
You could pick the lock, or just knock it down. Orendel's attack didn't connect quite well enough (miss) (reason, you still have to hit an object in the right way to gain a good effect of force).
You hear some kind of animalist growling on the other side, distinctly different from Lymas's shouting, and definitely not him.
. "If you wanted us to get out of your home, you shouldn't have kidnapped Larur! Blood for blood, Lymas. That's the law around these parts. So stop making demands and start cooperating!"
He then speaks more quietly to his allies. "Something else growling in there, be ready." He continues to give space for Cherry to try picking the lock, if she desires.
Cherry hustles up and takes a moment to still her breath, then leans in and listens at the door.
"Yeah, guard dog, sounds like," she says, then gulps down another breath of air. She slides a tension bar and a torque rod out of her sleeve and sets to work on the lock.
Orendel places his poleaxe aside and grabs the shield off his back, preparing to draw his sword as well.
"When you finish picking the lock, Cherry, get behind me. I'll make sure the dog doesn't get past."
Shifting on his feet and quietly waiting for the door to open.
Orendel steels himself for the fight to come.