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Rory again swings at the weaponless ruffian in front of him, somewhat clumsily in the confined hallway.
Rory winds up his hammer to strike at the bandit in front of him--but the drunken man stumbles into him, knocking him off-balance before he can swing.
Rory grips his hammer and nods to Zove, ready to pounce on any threat from behind the door!
"I'm sure they'd be happy to see a Very Important Messenger from King Grol to the Red Men!" responds Rory with a nod to Droop. Dropping his voice, he adds, "...or, we just capture one of them in turn."
Rory hunches over and makes his hands into claws, imitating the nothic. "Like this? One big eye? Talks in your head? Dead now." The dwarf waits for Droop to elaborate on the slaves for Zove before asking about the "wizard man" who sent Droop and the others to help the redbrands.
"Wise of ya ta stay out of the fight -- otherwise you'd ended up as dead as them," Rory attempts a comforting tone with the goblin. "Like my fiery friend says, though, we need ta know who else is down here, an' how many, an' where."
Rory takes a knee in front of the goblin so as to not loom over it overmuch. "Calm down, now. So ye're Droop, eh? What did the big guy yell at'cha while we were fightin'? Mek dan something something?"
"that...seems appropriate." Rory agrees, moving to bind the goblin, securely but without unnecessary roughness.
After helping Zove barricade the entrances, Rory will keep watch, though less tensely than before, with Gelin's music washing over them. "A charmin' tune indeed - if a mite elfin for my tastes. Remind me ta teach ye some dwarven tunes - once we're not sneakin' about; regardless o' the subject they can only be sung at the top o' yet lungs."
I nominate Zove for the extra silver, for picking up two kills!
While his more wounded companions catch their breath, Rory moves to interpose himself between them and the door the bugbears attacked from, against the chance there yet lurks some danger. "An' you, Sildar? Ye took some blows too -- I'd want either ye or Zove workin' with me up front if we're ta press on. No need ta be reckless, though, if a few minutes rest ta bandage and regroup would have us in better fightin' form."
Seeing no apparent response from the lead bugbear's call into the next room, Rory refocuses on the enemy in front of him, hoping to keep up with Zove in finishing off his foe!
Casting a concerned look at Gelin before focusing on the fight at hand, Rory smashes again at his glowing target --
-- shouting, if the wounded thing still stands, "Together, Sildar - take this 'un down!"
Rory pushes into the bugbears with a flurry of blows, trying to take advantage of Gelin's spell and give Sildar enough space to maneuver out of the way and catch his breath.
Sorry to hold things up. Had a rocky patch of work + illness and didn't realize how long it had been. Should be okay now, though will understand if you want to boot me.
Sorry to hear, Gelin -- is your bank being helpful, at least?
"Might as well try this one?" Rory indicates the closest (south?) door to Zove. "Ye want me ta take the lead this time, or ye happy continuin' ta get beat up on?"
Hearing blows exchanged beyond the stairs, Rory continues his rush to support Zove.
"Don' get yerself killed!" Rory grumbles, as Zove disappears out of sight in pursuit of the creature, and rushes across the bridge and toward the stairs to back up the elf.
Rory calls on Torm to smite the beast before moving to the bridge to join Zove.
"Food, eh? See what ah got - an' maybe you can tell us a bit of what goes on around 'ere." Rory rummages in his pack for a second, pulling out a pouch of jerky and attempt to throw it across the crevasse at/to the thing.
Rory begins to haul up on the rope -- with more urgency after hearing the voices speak, apparently threateningly, in his head! "No, ah hear it too!"
"Ahm no carpenter, can ye tell if these are safe?" If Zove can't find a good place to tie his rope, Rory will offer to play anchor for the safety rope while Zove scouts across the bridges.
"Well, there's at least one other way out that they tried real hard to hide!" notes Rory. Took a darned sight longer than it should have to spot it, though -- another dwarf wouldna let me live that down quickly. "What's our preference?"
"Ah still don't trust that hallway," Rory grumbles, taking one more look around for hidden exits before acquiescing to the trapped, dusty hallway.
"We're 'ere to put an end to your lil' gang's terrorizin' of the town," replies Rory in a chilly voice. "That doesn't mean we have to kill you, yourself -- but if you're going to be part of the solution, ye'll answer our questions...and ye'll be subject to whatever justice the Townmaster hands out. Understand?" Give that wretch a chance to do right by his citizens, maybe.
"The wrath of Torm take ye!" Rory shouts at the bandits, pointing his hammer at the injured one.
Rory continues holding the line, smashing at the dwarven Redbrand --
"Ah, an' here they are!" Rory cries, proud of his secret door theory bearing fruit. The dwarf pulls his hammer and attacks the first ruffian, hoping to keep the other Redbrands bottled up while his companions regroup:
"From the condition of the hallway--and the trap--it doesn't look like that door's their way in. Could be that means it's a good way to get the drop on 'em -- or could mean more traps."
Rory will join Gelin in inspecting the barrels, and looking for any sign of a hidden door behind or under them, before agreeing to proceed downt the trapped hallway.
"Aye, hold still then--" Rory mutters a quick prayer and healing energy washes over the bruised genasi.
Noting the thick dust on the floor, Rory checks to be sure the tracks from outside continue on this way.
First i've broken anything, and from today's consult, apparently healing faster than the ER had led me to believe. So that's a pleasant surprise.
"Quite a place -- ye know anything about it, Sildar?" Rory asks. The dwarf proposes doing a circuit before approaching, to scan for any openings in the wall or tracks that might indicate a concealed entrance.
"We should make haste to the manor -- we know that's the Redbrands' lair, and we should take the initiative before they can get the jump on us. Maybe by the time we get back, this poor excuse fer a leader will have taken 'is own initiative and left town."
thanks, i'm hopefully transitioning from painful to just clumsy and annoying! (...not meant as a comment on my personality.)
i'm going to be a little light on posting for a while -- i broke my elbow a few days ago so have one hand immobilized. super fun times. i'm fine with being botted or having folks select actions without me if necessary, but hopefully i'll have my fingers at least free soon.
"It seems a devil's bargain, ta allow a gang to actively terrorizing the town in the name o' protecting them from harm."
"We've noticed there's a lot goin' on around here. I think we can lend a hand with the Redbrands -- and leave it ta the good people of Phandalver ta deal with questions of leadership. Let's go root them out of their lair."
"Sildar, allow me to introduce Zove," Rory says dryly, explaining the elf suddenly in the middle of the shouting. "He jumped in to assist us when we were attacked by four o' them Redbrands -- somebody really ought deal wi' that lot."
"Think ye can follow 'em, Zove? They've no doubt a good head start at this point." Rory hustles outside and around the back to help search for tracks at the exterior of that window --
"No cheese, alas -- and no Redbrands 'ere either. Snuck out the back, maybe?" "Any rate, they've demonstrated to my satisfaction they're up ta no good. Let's go find 'em at their manor?"
"Charmin' place. Kinda funny they were all waitin' outside for us instead of in here, though," Rory joins Zove in searching the joint, heading behind the bar towards the kitchen for signs of recent use. "As for a wizard," he comments while looking around, "we hear the brains of this operation is one by th' name of Glasstaff, though don't know much more about 'im than that."
"fair enough, though I'd wonder what these wretches could possibly have ta do with anything yer elders woulda seen fit to send word across the lands and waters to ye for," Rory responds skeptically, wrinkling his brow. "As for the history lesson, we're like ta bore the youngsters if we go inta it too far, so...do the honors?" the dwarf nods towards the entrance.
"appreciate the extra blades, t' be sure, but... what's your fight here, friend?" Rory eyes the new elf somewhat warily, wondering how far to trust this arrival. "as for the rest of 'em, I imagine if we check inside, this lot musta been keeping watch for somebody."
Rory once more swings, awkwardly, at the drunken Redbrand in front of him, distracted by trying to keep an eye on both the strange Zove and the door to the tavern. Recentering his focus, he tries to catch the ruffian on the backswing.
Caught looking as the elven stranger rushes in and drops a thug - with but light cuts - that one's got some skill! - and Idrix drenches the rest in flames, Rory rushes in to club any left standing, hoping to take the ruffian alive for information.
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