Augier points to where the guards came from One is yelling about where these guards were going! We need to rush down and slay them or trick them. Shapechanger, can you make yourself look like one of these humans?
Dahlia grabs another quiver and a dagger.
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?”
Kahmunash smiles. "Ah but of course! You do have to change first though, and I assume you want to pass yourself off as one of these human guards?"
I'll take one too.
Augier helps get the chainmail off one guard
The Hound growls in impatience.
"Toying with the mortals is a diversion for later. Gut the prey, eat your fill, and let us move on to the next batch. Tonight the humans are cattle to be slaughtered, not prey to be enjoyed."
"I agree." growls Eat-in-Shadow. "Eat-in-Shadow can't look like humans, but Igor may. Not that it would help much. Let us go forth and bring destruction to these hapless Talireans."
Tartarus ignores the ruckus as she moves up and sneakily peeks around the next corner, flattening herself against the wall like some sort of black wallpaper. There she watches.
Slaughter them, yes. Ha! and here I was complaining before about mucking about and now I am mucking.
The Captain follows the others, not complaining about the ease of their current passageway and keeping his opinions to himself.
"Hey, what's the problem! Should we call for the Sergeant? Get back to your posts!"
You see two more guards at the end of a long hallway downstairs. There are several doors along the hallway and the guards stand in front of the largest doors. The main entrance. The guards are looking your way.
Hall
Tartarus goes still and silently waits for the others to bluff the guards, or whatever they end up doing.
Igoroskandrallanotly nods, then his skin ripples and lightens as he shifts into the fine of a human make with blonde hair and blue eyes - attractive, as things are considered by inferior beings like humans. He nods to Kahmunash and says, ”Get me some of that armor and a uniform. Quickly.” His voice is now a pleasant baritone.
He begins removing the armor from a guard, explaining as he does so, ”I will make myself appear to be a wounded guard, running before you. I should be able to get behind the one with the signal horn and remove it from him, then the guards will die quickly.”
The disguise is so good, Augghh starts thinking Igor is actually a human guard and is about to chop his head off when he suddenly catches himself.
"Well, I'm hearing 'Gut him from groin to neck' from the crowd. Sorry old chap, better luck in your next life."
"My my, Igor you do an excellent job of this. Remember to smile for the part, and we'll be right behind you"
With the help of Kahmunash's trick, Igor assumes the form of one of the Fallen guards. Aided in hastily putting on the guard uniform and armour, it still takes longer than the guards downstairs care to wait. The voices are close enough for everyone to hear. "Return to your posts or we'll report it to the Sergeant. We aren't taking a rap for you breaking protocol." Tartarus can see that they have moved closer and stopped. One of them has the signal horn in hand and instead of at the end of the hallway they are only about 60ft. away.
Eat-in-Shadow remains creeping in his darkness, standing ready in case Igor's plan goes to high hell.
Augier waits behind the corner, out of sight
Kahmunash turns to the rest of the group. "Remember, be quick, kill the one with the horn first. As quietly as we can hopefully."
Allston holds back, the taste of people still sweet on his lips. But he can feel himself more focused more ready to do something about getting out. He whispers now. "I'm here now, we will get out." He then holds himself back and to the wall attempting to stay out of sight. Dagger held tightly in hand.
Augier nods to show he is ready.
With a final smear of blood upon himself, Igoroskandrallanotly says, "Follow when you hear me speak." The doppelganger runs down the stairs, clattering and making noise as he goes, stumbling out at the bottom and running towards the guard with the signal horn.
"The fire giant broke loose and freed some of the other monsters! They've slaughtered the others! Give me the horn to sound the alert and prepare yourselves! They're right behind me!"
Time for high impact violence.
The Hound opens his mouth to say much the same thing as Kahmunash, but is beaten to the punch. Not prone to wasted effort, he keeps his mouth shut and readies himself to rush the horn blower when things go wrong. In his experience, the Deceiver is usually the shortest lived Role.
Dahlia takes a few steps towards the stairs, remaining out of sight, and rolls several dozen sets of eyes.
"What! That's impossible! The collars keep them under control. What did you do?" The guard that is speaking doesn't believe you that they broke out themselves and is not trusting you or giving you the horn. "Retreat you fool. We 3 can't fight those things. I'll sound the horn and then we run for the door and get to the Sergeant." But he is too late, and the monsters charge down the stairs into the hall towards them.
Dahlia will move in and shoot the guy with the horn.
Augier rages and charges out to strike at the right most guard
Kahmunash double-moves into the hallway, ending somewhere to the left of the hallway to not get in anyone's charging way but within 30ft of the guards, and stares at the guard with the horn for a -2 to Will.
He will also trigger the Fearsome guise trick on whichever guard Igor attacks, giving me a free intimidate check against them. He will make the illusion look like Igor's flesh is warping itself into a hideous visage of a swiftly decaying corpse.
Eat-in-Shadow lashes out at the closest human, wicked claws and wicked fangs ripping and tearing in the darkness.
The Captain continues to follow behind the group, keeping pace with them.
Not knowing what Kahmunash's plot is, Igoroskandrallanotly screams and shouts, "Oh, Mitra, help, they're sucking my soul out!" He 'blindly' flails, attempting to grab the horn.
Allston feels his weakness still linger but moves with the group. "Don't let them get away." He says under strained voice as he pants. Standing back looking for an opportunity to move in.
Reginald Grumbles, still holding the leftovers of a leg in his left hand. oh dear, there are a staggering number of you smaller ones. I'm afraid I can't quite get a clear shot at them. Quite the frustrating situation, these corridors are far too small!
Not knowing what Kahmunash's plot is, Igoroskandrallanotly screams and shouts, "Oh, Mitra, help, they're sucking my soul out!" He 'blindly' flails, attempting to grab the horn.
[dice=Steal Combat Maneuver]1d20+3
Fjori pats Oswell on the shoulder and nods in understanding. "These tiny halls do not allow those such as us to show our prowess. We need a more magnificent field for a battle worthy of Gorum."
Not knowing what Kahmunash's plot is, Igoroskandrallanotly screams and shouts, "Oh, Mitra, help, they're sucking my soul out!" He 'blindly' flails, attempting to grab the horn.
[dice=Steal Combat Maneuver]1d20+3
You all swarm down the stairs, as many of you as will fit in the 20ft. wide hallway and surround the guard, cutting and slashing. A hand is chopped off as the horned is raised to lips and no warning alarm is able to escape. 8 guards you have now felled.
On the left wall there is a door, a narrower hallway and two more doors close together. On the right wall there are 2 doors, one close the others almost at the end of the hall. Right at the end of the hall is a large double-door.
Seven options to choose from...
Igoroskandrallanotly eyes the double doors at the end of the hall. They were likely the way out, but the woman who had freed them wanted this place left a charnel house. Distasteful, but it was meant to be a mausoleum of Talingarde's failure and the king's embarrassment, and so it would be.
Looking about, they said, "If anyone needs armor or a weapon, I suggest we arm ourselves now. Should we perhaps split up, or take each door one by one as a group?"
The Hound begins sniffing at the various doors, trying to determine what kinds of scents emanate from beyond them.
"It is best we try to avoid more guards where possible. As we head further out from here, patrols will be more common. Harder to avoid, and riskier to fight. My injuries are...frustrating. I cannot stalk as well as I once could. Avoiding them entirely is best with a group this large in any case."