The Captain shifts into the guardroom, looking down at his bony claws in disgust as he readies them to tear apart the guards. So uncivilized he thinks.
Augier is ready to punch the frog man in the face for the endless talking when the blob opens the door. Grinning, he rushes out and punches the nearest guard with his chained fist.
Dahlia moves up to the nearest available space, still within the starting prison room.
If any room remains by the time the creature Ngogh'gnish acts, it is soon filled. The being stutter-steps through the space in a cackling dash, cacophonous voices shrieking and gibbering without meaning as it lunges forward. As it collides with a guard it simply smashes into the man, its arms pummeling his upper torso with unreal strength given their spindly appearance--but then, they seem to thicken and knot with muscle in the moment as the land the blow.
Assuming the two guards are well in hand, The Hound moves past his new allies and scouts ahead, listening for the sounds of further guards rushing in.
Fjori will stay back back as there isn’t really enough room for him to fight effectively
Reginald will also stay near the back, as the smaller ones rushed forward to fight.
Tararus quickly attacks the torch and the room is pitch dark after.
Igor, Mei and Aggghhh surround the guard with the horn and he falls to their attacks.
Kahmunash's stare roots the other guard on the spot, he looks at you all, looks at his fallen friend, but is unable to act.
Fiain dashes past and moves partway down the stairs so he can see the hall.
4 guards are at the bottom of the stairs and they look like they are listening for something. 1 of the guards is the one that was going to get the sergeant. "Did you hear that? What are they doing up there?"
"I didn't hear anything. I told them to wait and make sure the door was locked. If one of those things is out..."
"Oh $@#%! We better back them up!"
Realizing he's been spotted, The Hound runs back to the rest of his new Pack.
Curse these injuries. No mortal has ever managed to spot me so easily before now.
Igoroskandrallanotly steps up to the stunned guard and claws into him.
Augh will wait to see if Igor's claw kills the other guard. If not, he will strike again
Gop wiggles his fingers toward the remaining guard, whispering strange goblin words, initially almost soothingly, but slowly growing more nightmarish and demented.
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Realizing he's been spotted, The Hound runs back to the rest of his new Pack.
Curse these injuries. No mortal has ever managed to spot me so easily before now.
The Hound places himself in the hall and growls to his allies.
"Four more guards come. We must intercept them before they raise the alarm. I've been spotted, some of you faster ones come with me." he says, and heads back again.
Dahlia will wait until the guard is either dead or asleep and will then walk up and grab one of the longbows.
"Drat. Are they clumped? I might have a bit of a banger solution for them if they are, but I will need some rather immediate follow-up from a few of you all to capitalize. Just . . . make sure to ignore the pretty colors and start tearing throats when they go down."
Assuming he has some other friends coming with him, Kahmunash will proceed to walk with them toward wherever Fiain went, holding action to cast Color Spray if a group of guards is spotted and in range. .
Igor's claws tear into the dazed guard, disfiguring him. Before he can cry out or pull out his sword, Gop's hex enters his mind. "No, must stay... awake... alert the Warden..." he fights the hex but ultimately loses falling asleep.
Fiain returns with guards on his heels. "Who let the dog out!?" one shouts. "Flea infested mongrel." They storm up the stairs with clubs ready to give Fiain a beating but instead find the room swarming with monsters. "Sound the horn Gerald!" It seems three guard the door and three guard the bottom of the stairs with 1 signal horn for each group.
You get the smell of food coming from the smoke filled chimney, something beefy is boiling in a pot down at its base. Other human smells come from downstairs. Make 1 Survival check to find the trail of specific scents.
Allston stands back, happy to let everyone else get mixed up in the fighting he wasnt going to die so easy.
"Brilliant work, It's so facinating to see the abilities you all have." He laughs. "Keep it up and we'll be out of here in no time! But maybe you should all rush those guards before they get that horn off." He moves about the group attempting to rile them up.
Augier will grab a long sword from a downed guard
"Well, Balderdash. Time for some more drastic measures"
Kahmunash moves into the square just below Aggghhh. "Pardon my manners, but could YOU PLEASE NOT!" His voice losing some of its accent as his intensity increased, before a burst of colors emerged from his fingertips directed towards the clump of guards in front of him.
Tartarus hangs from the door, flattened against it like a book cover as a bunch of her fellow ex-prisoners rush for the guards. With the first wave loose, she drops to the ground rolls over to the floo to see if it might provide a feasible alternate route later, before moving to catch up to everyone else.
Dahlia enchants the bow to +1 with a swift action and 1 point from her arcane pool, knocks an arrow from one of the quivers, moves if she needs to in order to see the guard in the rear group with a horn, and then shoots him.
Dropping to all fours, Eat-in-Shadow moves towards the intruders. Around him, light gets snuffed out, calling up the primeval, instinctive fear of the dark most humans never get over.
Reginald moves into the other room until he has line of effect on the group of guards at the bottom of the stairs if possible, and speaks another phrase tija di gresse and a slippery substance appears under their feet.
As he makes his way through the other inmates Reginald takes care to be polite!
my apologies sirs, begging your pardon, excuse me.
The Hound lunges at the throat of the nearest soldier, prioritizing any that passed their save.
Augier will wait for the guards to drop from frog-head's magic before hacking at them with the sword grasped in both hands
Igoroskandrallanotly moved to strike at the guards at the top of the stairs, flanking one of them.
Gop continues to mutter strangely, turning his attention to one of the guards on the stairs.
You can differentiate between several trails, mainly a smell of old, tired guards and a smell of fresh. Perhaps only an hour ago the guards swapped shift. The trails lead downstairs still.
"It's a full breakout, how did this happen?" "Sound the horn!" "Retreat!" Gerald is about to grab the horn when colours overload his senses. All 4 guards fall to Kahmunash's spell and lay on the ground unconscious. Eat-in-Shadow moves up, swallowing light, though the only light active is midway down the stairs.
Mei, Aggghhh and Fiain work together to kill one of the unconscious guards.
The guard the Gop put to sleep before wakes up. Edward smells an overwhelming smell of soiled underwear.
The Hound steps forward and contemptuously crushes the chest of an unconscious guard.
Kill them all! We need their armor and weapons
As everyone moves Fjori will move out into the hall, keeping an eye out for anything that a large size creature could use as a weapon.
Kahmunash dusts off his shoulder, giving a big crocodile grin as he looks down on the unconscious guards in front of him. "I hope you have a good night's sleep, as I think its going to be the last one you ever get". He turns towards the one that seems to be waking up. "Well, well, well. What are we going to do with you?" his inflection indicating that his is posing the question to the crowd of fellow monsters around him.
Hmph..useless
ah, are any of you going to eat that? Reginald asks though his hand is already reaching for one of the unconscious guards before ripping off an arm and taking a large bite.
mmm. I must say, I try to maintain a more... healthy diet, or at least a cooked one, but one cannot deny the attraction an old fashioned snack has. there is another crunch and then the other arm is off, you see a small rat nibbling on the guard as well.
I must say the texture of raw meat is fantastically exquisite. Well, tally ho and all that chaps! he pauses to regard the one that seemed more stoic than the others.
well, I suppose we could tie him up and leave him for the rats. I believe it would be poetic. Leave him helpless, unable to do anything but watch as we slaughter his fellows as they slaughtered ours. Or we could use him for information.
Reginald uses any of the capes the guards might have to fashion a more suitable, if almost as crude, pair of shorts for himself as he speaks.
Gop grins at the guard that's waking from his nap, "Oh, oh. Tie stupid ugly longshanks to chair and burn it!"
He pauses a moment, "..after talkings."
Allston moves quick to jump on an unconscious guard. Hissing at anyone wanting to kill or maim the body. "I asked for a live one, I demand my share." He hunches over the body, looking even less human than he did before. He extends his teeth wincing at the pain as most of his teeth were knocked out.
He turns to his shoulder looking at what seems like an invisible force"I have to feed!" He shouts out at no one, grabbing for a dagger and slicing the mans throat. Then begins to gorge himself on the blood of the man drinking all he can as the warm sickly fluid flows all over his face and begins to form a large pool below him and the man.
"Sir" Kahmunash says over Allston's prone, slurping form. "I don't believe anyone else here would stand between you and your . . . meal, but please do keep your voice down. It sort of defeats the purpose of killing them quickly if you make a ruckus even in victory."
Allston looks up at reptile man talking to him he stares at him while drinking deeply. The need for blood the lust of it, was like the sweetest of drugs.
Detaching from the mans neck he clears his throat. "Forgive me." He says standing up straight, brushing off some of the muck from his tattered clothes. "My manners have all but left me in these trying times. He wipes away some of the blood from his mouth. For those looking at him you see patches of his skin seeming to come back to life, his eyes start dulling from red to a mixture of crystal blue. Even his hair starts to catch some colour from it's stark grey look. "I haven't had a good meal in a long time, now I wouldn't call theses." He sweeps his hand at the dead guards on the floor. "Fine dining but it will have to do, tell I get out of here and find something a little more delicate on the pallet." The blood around his mouth still dripping off his face, as he smiles his teeth slowly growing back.
With 4 more guards down the list of available equipment(medium sized) grows.
longsword x4
dagger x6
club(non-lethal) x6
longbow and arrows(20) x5
heavy steel shield x6
chain shirt x6
small key x6
guard uniform x6
Fjori finds nothing fit for his size currently.
"Hey, what's going on? Why aren't you at your post?" Someone is yelling from some distance, having seen the other four guards rush up the stairs.
Igoroskandrallanotly joins Edward in finishing off the guard Goo had put to sleep.
Afterwards, he turned to the reptile man. ”You said earlier you could disguise someone as long as they took on a human form. Can you still do that?”
Fjori follows the others as they poke through the guards belongings, grumbling under his breath about tiny people and their tiny weapons.