This thing's deader than my hopes and dreams
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Tylers kills time, mostly with stammering, until there's a more open escape route with a rope hanging down etc.
Tylers falls awkwardly at the spearwoman, apologizing profusely after taking his hands off her breasts. "Sorry, sorry, Gods, thank you, thank you." He slips her coinpurse into his pocket.
It didn't seem possible, but Tyler's voice goes even higher. "I joined up today, to help! My family is inside the quarantine. I don't want to die like this, please..." he nearly chokes on the words, tears visible in his eyes and on his cheeks.
"Easy, easy, please..." Tylers nearly whispers, eyes wide as he's pulled to face the other direction.
Tylers says high-pitched with panic, "I think they're happy enough with just one hostage," then swallows nervously, trying not to move his throat too much against the blade. It's pretty clear if a hostage is getting gutted, it'll be Tylers first.
Cavell suppresses a chill at the threat, and the sharp steel against his throat. Better actor than I gave him credit for...I hope. It doesn't take much effort to act scared and desperate, on top of being badly wounded.
"Please, I was just following orders. I--I kind of like the Bogsharks. Please, don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you say," Tylers stammers and begs. "You're all dashing and so good looking. Even the half-orc!"
"Like hell..." he hisses between clenched teeth. Seeing the beast hit Trissae, and Ozz next in danger, he charges it it, drawing both sabres. Yelling a battlecry he slashes diagonally in a great sweeping X across the monster's ribs.
Tylers hears the odd noises, and sees the group staring alarmed down a hallway he can't see. He realizes he has all their gear and curses, breaking into jog (30') then tossing the bag the other 10'.
"Not far! What the hell is that noise?"
After squinting at the tray of blood curiously, he heads back towards the group.
Tylers gives Trissae a once-over, then smiles and goes on ahead down the large hallway, scouting for a way up.
Tylers whispers, "I'll look around. If I bump into anyone, I'll tell them I'm new and lost, searchin' for an officer to report to. Better than all of us looking lost." He waits for Tease's approval before heading off.
Tylers gets a bit nervous, putting a hand on the hilt of his sword and glaring at the prisoners in warning not to try anything while Roln is distracted. When the sneezing-dwarf finally starts moving on again, Tylers sighs and picks the packs back up.
Tylers adjusts the packs, huffing a bit from climbing the stairs with them. "I wonder the same damn thing," he jerks a thumb back at the dwarf. "Ask Lieutenant Roln." He then continues up past the half-elf, setting the packs down a moment and leans against the wall, still breathing heavily. |