The 6 oil filled torches are easily extinguished and the previously lit room is plunged into darkness.
You are a fire giant, wouldn’t you give light?
Even as she listens for the sounds of incoming guards, Lierin melts into the shadows near enough to the door that she can spring into action once it opens.
Augier lurks behind the door, ready to smash the first guard through.
Quite silently, a black blob seems to flow out of a cell into the area and makes a corner of the room across from the door into a very dark corner. It readies itself for the fight to come.
Kahmunash watches with a raised eyebrow as this intriguing woman appears and releases all the monsters in the block with a tap of her staff. He sits and contemplates for a moment before speaking. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise. I don't generally like to be indebted to strangers, but I do think escaping is a mutually beneficial goal for all of us, yes? He utters a curse under his breath at not taking time to learn about the various monsters of this new place beforehand, as he has little idea of what everyone can do. "Unfortunately, my talents are better suited to deceiving and manipulating idiotic mortals than rending their flesh from their bones. Is anyone else here good at that? I do believe I can render a decent magical disguise as a guard if one of you can assume a more Humanoid Shape than I can"
"Also, who here can contribute to a fight from a range currently?
From fairly nearby to Kahmunash, Gop raises his hand.
"Maaagic," he whispers.
At Kahmunash's query, a black tentacle rises from the corner and forms itself into an awkward looking thumbs up, before melting back into the solid darkness inhabiting the corner.
Kahmunash turns towards the little Goblin. "Ah, excellent. If I might so suggest, do try to target the ones I am indicating. I might not have the arms for brutal murder, but I do know how to subtly weaken a foe's concentration and mental resistance." He gives Gop a very toothy crocodile grin before turning to the ... thing in the corner. "Well, you are certainly an ... oddity. Can you speak? If not I will assume that gesture is meant to indicate you can also act from a range, thought I will admit I am less sure how.
The thing in the corner gives a hoarse whispery response "Speak. Hard. I. Magic."
Magica disguise? Make one of us look like helpless guard. Sneak attack.
From the darkness comes Lierin's voice once more, "I can take the form of a living elf, but I doubt that's going to fly, here."
Dahlia whispers, "Other than my snakes and eyes, some of the women bear at least a passing resemblance to me. I've used that to my advantage in the past. I can hit them at range as well, but get me a longbow and I'll be twice as effective."
”I doubt the guards would believe such a trick and even if they did that would leave whoever was transformed surrounded by guards. We should stay together, we can try your fancy tricks once we have more ground to work with.”
Eat-in-Shadow rejoices as the iron is released and the light gives way to the darkness. He crawls after the group, his form slightly shifting while he choose how to best hunt.
Unable to enjoy your new found freedom, you prepare for the expected intrusion. Those listening in near the door can hear something through it.
"Do you think they've escaped?"
"Don't be a moron. Those things can only be deactivated magically, It's probably just a malfunction."
"They shouldn't malfunction. What if one broke? Shouldn't the Sergeant be here already?"
"Fine. You two wait here and I'll go see what's taking them so long. The door's locked so you'll be fine. It's a malfunction you'll see."
Footsteps trail off.
Reginald merely awaits further info, or for the door to open.
Igoroskandrallanotly looks at the alligator-headed man and says, ”It’s a good plan - once we’ve subdued the initial guards, I can assume a human form that might help.”
The doppelganger waits for the guard to enter, since the boarman said one was coming.
They were told to wait while a third gets the stronger rank. We need to move now Before more come
Fjori looks around trying to spot the creature that doused the lights. ”Hey twitchy, think you could do that acid thing you did with the lights to the door hinges. If we weaken them enough we can knock the door right down and use it as a makeshift shield while surprising the guards.”
"The slaughter is upon," the thing whispers from the edge of its cell. The eyes blink and roll wildly, not in unison, but with some semblance of a pattern. The slithering body quivers against the bars, wrapping and unwrapping in what's most probably anticipation. "Too much unknown, always forever, to know is to not, as is was will. Now is to be, while being is. Like fish in a church they are, but not forever, no, seize while the seizing is good."
Ngogh'gnish makes no motion toward the door, but its body appears to be straining toward it--as though it should be walking, but isn't. When the giant calls out, the creature writhes and whispers again, and as its head snaps violently at an angle that seems impossible without breaking from the body, more of the hissing acid sprays forth, less hurtling through the air than simply splashing against the door hinges.
Fjori nods to the creature before lining up in front of the door and looking back. ”Anyone think they can help with this? And who’s going to take the guards out once it goes down?
I shall Augier replies to Fjori
"Gop agree. Open door and get drop on them. Gop can put them down. Then burn... them... burn everything." he grins a sharp-toothed grin.
"Agreed. Hit them before they hit us. A moment of surprise can turn even tough prey into an easy kill."
"Though, how certain are we that we can in fact open it that way? I will admit breaking down jail cell doors is not my area of expertise, but it strikes me as a noisy and uncertain solution." He turns to Fjori. "All due respect sir, but I do believe that more force will be required than what you alone can provide. We will probably require a full contingent of individuals hitting the Door in unison to break it down, weakened hinges or not." He turns back to the rest of the group. "Do we have any more volunteers, or other ideas for getting the door open? He says, scanning the room with his eyes.
The darkness in the corner rolls itself up into a ball, rolling for the door, and opens the door
The Hound snorts.
"Have any of you tried simply pulling the door open yet?"
The Captain prepares himself for combat, throwing off the collar when the woman leaves.
Tartarus rolls up and tries to open the door. The handle turns and the door opens, its magical lock unknowingly disabled at the same time your collars and call doors were. You look through into a well-lit room to see two surprised guards. One has a horn on his belt to signal for help. Both have not drawn weapons yet(longswords) or have their shields ready(heavy steel shield) and their longbows lean against the wall to your left accompanied by their quivers(20 arrows each). In the left wall is another door. Behind the guards are stairs leading down on the right and a chimney flue with smoke in it rising from below. The light from the torch behind the guards illuminates you and they have seen you.
The little black blob the opened the door quivered a moment, then it spits a small torus of black smoke which flies straight for the torch.
Igoroskandrallanotly, having been waiting by the door for the guard to come in, moves out into the room and behind one of the guards before slashing him with a claw.
Moving forward, something in Eat-in-Shadow shifts. His hands elongate into claws, his teeth into fangs, and he moves in the darkness with purpose and certainty.
Lierin rushes up, trying to catch one of the guards unawares and rip his throat out.