Ike laughs, "If'n yer gonna supersize something it should be the bear." Ike looks to Savarend, "Its up ta you Savarend you brew'd da acid. You will want to stop once da scrappers get in the mix. So you can yell da signal and drop da acid or do that black magic laughin' you do."
Ike looks at the gate and how it closes. "It might be that I'll need a hand getting it closed fast. I can get this side and be dropping da brace. Grim do you want to close the other side then charge in."
After the details are hashed out Ike works with crates and barrels and other things to make good hiding spots on either side of the door.
Once things get settled he checks his gear and pulls out a triangular shaped wooden instrument out and sits at the table tuning it and fiddling with knobs.
"Well, we can come wake you lot several hours before they arrive, but there is still some day left if you lot need to do any more prepping. I say you got 'bout four hours of daylight left." Oleg took a swig of his drink then. "Get rid of em, and you'd be our welcomed guests here for the extent of your travels out their in them wilds. I on the other hand need to fix that damn leak before the next rain season." With that he would climb back up the building and begin his hammering once more unless any of the dwarves stopped him.
Svetlana looked upon the group, "If there is anything I could do for you, please let me know. Otherwise I'll be tending to getting supper ready."
Grimdël follows the conversation and interjects at various points. Finally, he concludes, "Sounds like a plan, me and da bear can take one of the gaps."
"Gettin' supper ready sounds like th'most important work ya could do, thanks," Ulfgar replies to Svetlana.
Listening to Savarend he can't help but think, setting traps? sounds like elf work... still, I guess a wolf'll drive prey towards other wolves; that's almost a trap...
"Sure, I'll fight where'er you want," he offers, "Jus' tell me where to hide and when to jump out."
Ike looks about, "Sounds good, but I think we be wantin' them further in." He points to the spot in the courtyard where A1 is on the map. "That's where we will want to lay da bait."
He looks to Savarend, "Once da bulk of da enemies be there yell da signal and hit them with acid. That will send in an angry dwarf and a bear from the stables." He points to the area in front of the stable doors. "They'll be turnin' trousers brown and wishin' fer dead and they will be too far from da gate to prevent it from being closed on them." He points to the distance from the gate to the kill zone. "Once the gate is closed Grim and I can admire yer handiwork or work clean up."
Ike looks puzzled, "Wait Grim you handle da bear. I was gettin' ya mixed with Ulfgar. That means you might be better off staying with the bear till the two of ya's can charge out the stables." He looks to Ulfgar, "That means I'll need yer help sealing da gate. Then we can sweep in."
"Fine," Ulfgar answers, "I'll hide behind that door, you hide behind the other. I'll close it and charge- you drop the bar."
Ulfgar is not shy about eating when dinner is served. Afterwards he takes a walk outside to clear his head and connect with nature. That night he sleeps as soundly as a bear mid-hibernation. In the morning he performs a ritual with his bundle of dried mistletoe and then skips breakfast. When questioned about not eating he replies, "Animals never eat before a hunt; hunger sharpens the senses."
Ike with the help of the others moves some items to either side of the door for convincing hiding spots and laying out the goods the bandits expect to take.
Once dinner is served Ike enjoys the food but sticks to water which seems to make him sullen. He brings out his dulcimer after dinner and fiddles with it complaining and cursing that the pawn broker who kept it nearly ruined it.
Finally he actually starts to hit the strings and moments of frustration cross his brow like he is trying to remember how to do something. "I need me a drink." He asks of the host. He looks to the other dwarves, "Don't worry I'll be keeping me wits." He looks back to the dulcimer, "Sides Savarend has been watering them down fer weeks. Took me awhile to know."
He strikes a lumbering rhythm on the instrument and starts to hum an old drinking song.
Well I know, I miss more than hit
With a face that was launched to sink
An' I seldom feel, the bright relief
It's been the worst day since yesterday
If there's one thing I have said
Is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door
It's been the worst day since yesterday
Fallin' down to you sweet ground
Where the flowers they bloom
Well it's there I'll be found
Hurry back to me, my wild cailín
It's been the worst day since yesterday
Though these wounds have seen no wars
Except for the scars I have ignored
And this endless crutch, well it's never enough
It's been the worst day since yesterday
Hell says hello, well it's time I should go
To pastures green, that I've yet to see
Hurry back to me, my wild cailín
It's been the worst day since yesterday
Once dinner is done Grimdël inspects his weapons and sharpens his axe. When Ike starts singing he raises his mug and joins in on the last chorus,
"Hurry back to me, my wild cailín
It's been the worst day since yesterday"
He then retires for the night.
With the remaining supper of the day, the owners of the outpost lead the dwarves to their sleeping quarters. Oleg promising to wake them when the day breaks so they could do any last minute preperations. The night was calm and silent. Without a need for a watch, the gates of the outpost being shuttered everyone would be able to get a full nights rest without any interruptions. The merriment had died down when the dwarven cast had all but retired. Svetlana and Oleg were quick to follow. It was going to be a trying day tomorrows morn and it would definitely a start of something new.
As soon as the morning sun kissed the outpost, a golden shine casting itself against the walls. There was a rap at the door before Oleg opened the door, "Rise and shine, we got maybe an hour or so before the bastards show up."
Ulfgar helps moving things if necessary and then moves behind the door surprisingly early. Once behind it he fidgets for a moment before growing so still and silent that the others almost forget he is there.
Ike finds Savarend, "I pegged you fer a distance shooter with da spells and potions and such." He wiggles his fingers pantomiming spell casting, "That is why I thought you would want to be on da wall. But I admire you wanting to be in da mix. What will yer signal be?"
Ike works with the others and Oleg moving the items that the bandits hope to recieve out into the courtyard building the pile of goods.
"Has anyone seen Ulfgar . . . is he already in place?"
Grimdël and his bear take position in the stable trying to stay out of site.
When the bandits came, it was only about an hour after sunrise. One man cloaked in a hood and a few gruffians strode up. With the doors open they arrogantly rode in as if they owned the place. Before they were even within the fort they were making quite the rough remarks of killing Oleg and taking his wife as 'bounty' to be shared amongst themselves. This ofcourse caused Oleg to go red in the face as he tried to hold his temper. The Bandits were already making way to take what ever provisions they wanted, paying no heed or attention to their surroundings.
Though one happened to look up to see a bears ass to be hanging just in sight through a door. "Woa... boys, did Oleg managed to get some exotic pets now? Is that a g#+ d+~n bear?!"
Not wanting to waste the element of surprise, Ulfgar suddenly erupts, ten feet tall, from behind one of the wooden doors and swings his massive axe at the closest brigand...
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"Whoa," Ike yells. "NOW BOYS. NEW SIGNAL."
Ike closes the other side of the gate and drops the bar.
Yelling in an agnry growl Ike demands of the ruffians, "THROW DOWN YER ARMS AND YE BE KEEPING YER MISERABLE LIVES. OTHERWISE WE GONNA FEED YA TO DA GIANT AND DA BEAR."
Ike levels his crossbow at the bandit right in front of him.
Hearing Ike give the new signal Grimdel rushes out from the barn and attacks the closest bandit. He yells to his bear as he moves, "Get him!"
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The horses that they came in one scattered, whinnying as the presence of a giant dwarf and a bear was easily enough to send them running in fear. The bandits were so agog at the attack that they would quite dumbfounded that they would be attacked, their reactions quite slow and fumbling in this case.
The bandit that was attacked by the giant dwarf screamed out in a short yell of pain before his voice was silenced, his body slumping to the ground with a gaping slash that nearly rendered his torso in two.
"Fight back men! They are just dwarves! You remember the tales!" The hooded one yelled, stirring his men to fight.
The dwarf's intimadation didn't seem to cause them to surrender their arms. Another cry of pain rose up as the another bandit took a crossbow bolt, though it did not drop this one, but Grimdall and the bear was sure to finish him off as he fell to the blows.
Remaining large, Ulfgar turns his attention to the brigand straight ahead of him and brings his incredibly long axe down on the still unready foe...
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The bandit that was attacked by Ulfgar quickly moves out of the way of the large long axe as it sunk into the ground and he moved to engage Savarend, ducking when the vial of acid was tossed at him. "Die you stupid dwarf!" yelled the bandit as he swung at him with his shortsword. Though his sword just cuts air before the dwarf.
Happs, drew his long bow and took aim at the large dwarf, "I'm gonna skewer you!" Taking aim he released the arrow with a twang of bow string. Though the shot missed Ulgar's head by a mere inch.
Svetlana had run into the house, along with Oleg, who apparently doesn't have the stomach to face a real fight, unfortunately taking any of the vials that he had on him, into the home with him.
[ooc]End Bandit round, may take your actions!
Grimdel rushes the bandit, trying to cleave the bandit in half with his axe. As he lets the axe fall he yells, "Sic em, Axe-Jaw!" The bear obediently follows the dwarf, it claws flashing in the bright light.
Ike drops his crossbow. He lumbers forward drawing his axe as he advances. He steps on to the wagon and starts to sing, "Cease the clamour of hammer’s fall, Smoother the forge’s fire tall, Quell the merry stirrings of song, “Battle beckons!” Iron bells have rung!