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#211
11-16-2009, 10:28 PM
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#212
11-17-2009, 09:27 PM
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Finding what she quickly identified as a healing potion, Tool drank it down on the spot, keen to restore her full efficiency for the escape about to come. She also stripped off the chain shirt she was wearing, not quite able to move freely with the weight. She saw more value in being mobile, and able to run quickly should the need arise, than in a little more protection. She intended to avoid melee combat if possible regardless. With this in mind, she helped herself to some leather armour instead.
As Systani reported that someone might have escaped the slaughter in the other room, she became alert. No alarm showed on her face, so much as a slightly elevated state of readiness. "It seems we have little time to waste. They might not be able to tell the others that an escape was taking place, but the fact that they were attacked in supernatural darkness will be enough. They'll send a squad to investigate. I suggest anyone helps themselves to anything that will be immediately useful, and find something to carry anything obviously magical or valuable in. We should start the next stage of our plan immediately." |
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#213
11-18-2009, 10:12 AM
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Sabba casts around for containers - storage was the biggest problem they had, for any resources they could not carry in their hands had to be left behind. None of the mages had packs, though they did all have belts, to which their component pouches had been tied. It was a pity, though not surprising - most guards on duty had little need to carry anything but their weapons and armor. In the other room, there were four chests, large enough to carry several suits of armor or a number of weapons should they be desired, and light enough to not be much of a burden themselves. They even had a lid that could be latched shut so as to not bounce open and spill their contents. Of course, there were also sheets that could be tied together for ropes and even simple pillows that could be easily torn open to use as sacks - four of them, too. The party hears no commotion yet, but if Tool was right, it wouldn't be long. They had to be quick. They had presumed from information garnered from the charmed guard that the central door led to a second prison area, and there were obviously a set of stairs down directly beside the mage's study. Hesitation would only hurt their chances of escape. Last edited by RonarsCorruption; 11-18-2009 at 10:14 AM. |
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#214
11-18-2009, 11:58 PM
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Garr'eths search amongst the papers seems to be lacking results, that is untill Sabba begins sifting through the papers alongside him. Under a large pile of blank parchment Garr'eth finds what appears to be a detailed report about the longsword the mage he had fought against weilded. Reading quickly his grin broardens as he picks the blade from the mages cooling hands, not only was it enchanted as most magical weapons where for sharpness and balance, but... "I beleive you are named 'Rotheous', are you not?"
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#215
11-19-2009, 01:41 AM
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Sabba nodded his avian head and cursed under his breath in Eyrok, the language of his people. He did not want to have to be rushed out of here, who knew what goodies lay in store in this place, but he could not afford to wait to sift through all of it and discover the hidden treasures. Therefore he went over to the pile that had already been accumulated and picked out the last two things that could be of use to him: a thick purple potion in a small vial and the bracers that it seemed no one else had claimed. The shadowkin clacked his beak together rapidly in glee as he felt their protective magics sink in over him. Unfortunately he still had no way to carry the gold, so it would have to stay behind unless one of the others came in to collect it with pockets, or maybe a sack or chest.
__________________The mention of a way out in the other room drew his immediate attention, as it would be best to get outside as quickly as possible, so as not to have to fight their way through the entire prison in an attempt to escape. He left all the rest of the goods sitting on the floor and moved his small self quickly into the other room. There he cast around for something new to wear, hopefull something that had pockets ... Aha! Well, not quite "aha" since the guards' outfits wouldn't fit, but they at least had pockets and should count for something once they got outside, as opposed to this dratted prison-bait garb they were forced to wear. Unconcerned about issues of modesty around people who had no way to evaluate the beauty of a shadowkin or should have any sexual interest in his small frame in any fashion, Sabba carefully unbuckled the belt he had been using as a bandolier and then stripped off the rest of the prison uniform, instead grabbing one of the dead guards' uniforms and slipping into it. He tried to bunch all the loose fabric on one side and belt the bandolier across him so that the clothing came as close to fitting as possible. He also needed to borrow one of the guards' belts in order to hold the pants up. But now he had pockets! He immediately put the 10 bolts from the other room in the newly available pockets, plus 20 more from this one, seeing as how two of his companions seemed to be eyeing crossbows it might be a good idea to leave some for them. A quick glance around the room revealed nothing that he hoped he could grab quickly and then use on the outside, and he was too physically petite to serve as an effective mule for the rest of the party. If they wanted something they had to get it. Then out of the corner of his eye a sparkle on the dart-board caught his eye. He walked over to investigate and found himself, to his surprise, looking at what was patently a magical dart, probably enchanted to improve accuracy. His laugh sounded like a cross between a squawk and a hiccup as he reached out a small claw-like hand to yank the dart out of the board and slip it into one of his new pockets. He spoke through the laughter to his new comrades-in-arms "It would appear one of our captors was less than honest. I wonder how much money he won betting on this dart ... "But no matter, come let us get out of here." It was a noble sentiment, but it foundered on physical impossibility. In a moment of comedic gold, when Sabba went to move towards the door to see what it looked like outside he stepped on the hem of the too-long pants. Instead of walking purposefully across the room, Sabba sprawled ungracefully across the floor with a rather distinct "Oomf!" Growling and muttering to himself the shadowkin got to his feet and pondered how to fix this problem. Eventually he settled on the simplest solution: he grabbed his dagger and set about cutting off the long pants-legs that had gotten in the way in the first place. |
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#216
11-19-2009, 05:30 AM
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Hurak was obviously in bad shape with this cut at his right hand still spilling blood… By depleting his last positive energy reserves-witch was unpleasant but useful- he heals a portion o his wound…
__________________He then searches for anything useful while he converse with his comrades.. I can invoke silence again, as well as darkness, even though I am not the only one as we just saw... Hurak smiled, stopped for a moment and gave Systani a look of approval and respect. I can also see in magical darkness with the proper preparation too… So, here is what I suggest: Once we find our exit, I can silence us and create the darkness around us.. It won’t be easy to discern the spell in the middle of the night… We can use those belts or a rope if we can find one, to tie you with me… I will get us out quickly enough, paralyzing any guy that understands our trick… How does this plan sound? |
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#217
11-19-2009, 09:20 AM
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As Garreth speaks the magic word, the sword in his hands bursts into flame.
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#218
11-19-2009, 03:22 PM
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Sabba shook his head, "No, I don't think that is a good idea. Here we were able to move quickly in the Silence to eliminate other mages, but out there we will be fighting a bunch of soldiers if we fight at all. Since most of us are spellcasters ourselves, I don't think that would work very well for us.
__________________"I, for instance, still have spells from before I was captured that could help prevent the guards from following us, warping the reality around them and even covering it with ice. But I can't do that if I'm Silenced. "In addition, while you may be able to see in the darkness, not many of the rest of us can, which would mean we couldn't move in it. I think placing your Darkness at some critical point that will slow down pursuit would be more valuable than trying to get all of us to move in it. And Silence can also be cast at a range, which means if there is a spellcaster pestering us we can shut him down." As he was speaking, the shadowkin moved over to the door that was on the far side of the room, out of which their runaway had supposedly escaped. He cracked the door open and peered out, trying to see what kind of landing, or possibly even a back staircase, they might be dealing with in their attempt to escape. |
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#219
11-19-2009, 05:41 PM
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A wider grin plays along the Torins features, mimiced on the pink fleshy face the illusion protrayed in place of his own. "A pity you're too unweildy for my tastes, very visable too for that matter. Seems a shame to leave you lying around here however." Garr'eth looks around for the scabbard and once having located it, sheathes the sword. He then moves about, gathering up the other weapons the former occupants had weilded, assuming them to be magical. They where being studyed after all and the pale blue glow the other longsword cast was anything but standard issue. He also discards one of his daggers, and replaces it with one from the guards belts, quantity and quality, can't complain there. With this double armfull of loot he heads back into the room next door and dumps the gear onto one of the beds. Sheathed swords and blunt weapons are quickly wrapped in a blanket and loaded into one of the foot locker type chests. He turns then with another sheet and heads back into the mages room, this time gathering up the coins and small valubles. These too are dumped into the chest, along with similar items from the guards dispatched by the shadow. Garr'eth pauses, dusting his hands off. You couldn't see it through the spell still covering him, but the blood had semi-congealed in his fur and was beginning to become quite annoying, pulling at the skin underneath and generally itching. Rain would help, nothing like cold water for removing half dried blood. Last edited by Khazzkruum; 11-19-2009 at 05:51 PM. |
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#220
11-23-2009, 02:45 PM
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The group gathers together the items they deemed too valuable to leave behind, and fills one of the boxes with it. Firrian, for the moment, seems amnicable to carry it around, hardly seeming to notice the weight. Even if it took up both his hands, perhaps the warrior could use it as a club to knock someone out. Sabba peeks out the door. Outside there was a walkway, about five feet wide, with fortifications on both sides. It goes out about thirty feet before turning to the left. At the corner, there is a single human man, staring directly at the door, with his crossbow loaded and taut. He cocks his head to the side when he sees the door open, and whistles loudly. The whistle may have been partly obscured by the rain, but it was cutting enough that those inside could hear something. It seemed they had been noticed. One could hope that the alarm wouldn't be fast to spread. |
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#221
11-23-2009, 05:05 PM
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Tool slings one of the crossbows on her back and takes ten bolts for it, since she will only be using it as a last resort, she leaves the other fifty for anyone who is likely to be firing it regularly. She hears Sabba crack the door, and thinks little of it until the whistle sounds distantly over the wind and the falling rain. Then her head spins as she becomes alert. She cocks a head for an instant, gauges the situation, and then jumps to her feet.
"We're out of time. We should assume they know we're out now and are raising the alarm. We don't have the leisure to carefully scout out the area now, or to plan anything complicated. I believe we should release the other prisoners and incite them to riot, right now. We'll then take the man that I enchanted, and have him lead us to the least used exit, once the guards have had time to send as many soldiers to deal with them as possible. Any objections? We can't debate for long if we're going do this before they arrive." |
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#222
11-24-2009, 01:25 AM
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Sabba ducked back inside the door, slamming it and throwing the bar lock that was probably there across the divide, blocking it from the inside. If there wasn't an actual bar lock, Sabba would look around for some kind of pole to serve as an impromptu lock, anything to stop the guard from barging in this room. The shadowkin hissed in frustration. "Bugger, they know something is up. I don't think they know it is us, but they know that something is going on in here, and that it is not good for them." Sabba hurried over to a pillow and ripped it open at one end, dumping out the filling. He then threw the remaining bolts into this impromptu sack, and reminded himself to invest in a bolt case in the future.
__________________Pondering the plan proposed by Tool, he thought for a moment, and then gave his response. "Probably the best plan available now. So should we check lower floors for more rioters, or just go with what we have available up here? If we really hurry we may get to the next floor down before warning of our escape does." |
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#223
11-24-2009, 07:59 PM
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Tool gave the shadowkin a look that had little life in it, in spite of her state of readiness and willingness to start acting. "I suggest we not risk any further delays. It will be simple enough to tell the prisoners we release to check for any other cells and free any others they come across. There's no reason for them not to if they want out of here. Of course, if you really want to know, the safest way is to ask the guard I have waiting if there are other cells elsewhere. In fact, I had better return to him now and make sure he hasn't wandered off. The charm has it's limits after all. You should all decide quickly."
Leaving the others to discuss the situation, she heads back to the to the corridor and starts to make her way back to the room she left the man in. |
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#224
11-25-2009, 12:04 AM
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I agree with Tool. Systani says in a flat tone. Our best hope for escape is in a diversion, It will take them that much longer to discover who is missing, and give a few more moments to find our gear. I suggest we explore or immediate surroundings a bit more however before we begin to unlock cell doors. If we do manage to find our things I do not wish to fight anyone other than the guards for them.
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#225
11-26-2009, 06:02 AM
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Garr'eth scratches his chin gently, causing small red flakes to drop down out of the illusion, quite bizzare to look at. "Well, It's either out the doorway into whoever is waiting there or down the stairs. The path of least resistance seems the best choice currently. If we can get the prisoners armed with the leftover gear the guards had then they'll be more help forcing our way out if it comes to that. The only other places they may have our gear I can think of would be a lockup for confiscated goods, or whoever runs this places office. The avarice of these pinks is astounding, I wouldn't be surprised if it was on display rather than carried around on the masters person."
Either way, speed is what we need now they know something is up, so lets get moving." |
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