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"So long as Jyoldukir isn't too badly injured, yes, but it takes time. I'll need a moment..." The molten boar shakes its head and flanks, and large chunks of magmic rock slough to the ground before vanishing in a swirl of smoke. After a minute, Uldir the dwarf is visible again, brushing the last few flecks of stone from himself. "Alright, let's climb then."
I'm here as well.
Uldir gives the hole a skeptical glance, then whispers "Should I shift back then? Not sure I can climb that like this."
Cautiously entering the room, Uldir sniffs the air and looks around warily. Not seeing anything, he nods his head towards the far door and advances towards it.
After a quick check turns up nothing of interest the boar gives a small grunt and leaves the room. "Nothing of note, time to move on?" he whispers, before moving the flank the door once Arianna waves them over.
Uldir bulls into the room, juking right in order to hem in the lizards and give his allies space to get in. Unfortunately, he's still a little rusty in his new form and isn't as graceful as he'd like, exposing himself to attack from the other. Jyoldukir's presence surges as the dwarf-turned-elemental ducks its head and tries to gut the lizard with gleaming ruby tusks.
Uldir, glancing down at his hooves then up at the door handle, gives the paladin a skeptical look.
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"I think that wise," Uldir murmurs from his self-appointed post. "I suspect they won't awaken anytime soon, so they won't be able to raise any alarm that we wont be setting off ourselves when we push forward." Carefully stepping towards the door to the next room, the stony boar presses an ear up against the (wood?).
If a boar could look sheepish, Uldir/Jyoldukir would. "I'm also not able to manipulate rope in this form...I'll, ehm, keep a lookout then." Carefully stepping out into the entry room, the stony boar plants itself by the door. As Alfred says his piece, the boar shifts its head slightly to face him and whispers, "War makes grim demands of us all, friend, we know. You seem like someone who's spent time on the front. Be assured, traitors and fiends and can expect no quarter from us, but we will not be party to executing sleeping mortals--who, if Lann's chieftain is to be believed, have only recently allied with Baphomet's cult. It may be that they have been blackmailed or compelled with magic...and if not, then the headsman will have his day. But we will not countenance adopting the Enemy's tactics, for that way lies only ruin."
Uldir will shift his now-considerable bulk to block the doorway. "Keep your voice down. We're going to take them prisoner, guard the door to the next room or something."
Throwing a wary look at Alfred, the boar carefully picks its way towards the nearest sleeping mongreman, checking to ensure that Ari (and/or others) are doing the same. "Three...two...one...now! he whispers before unceremoniously kicking the sleeping figure in the head.
"Why risk that when they're already asleep? Anyone have rope? Wake them with a blade at their throats, truss them up, and drag them out into the tunnel a ways. Ari, you're the stealthiest of us, could you check the next room so we're not rudely interrupted? I'll back you up if you want." |
