In the crowded great hall, the five of you gather accidentally, separated and alone from all those you knew or came with in the surge of fleeing civilians that pushed through the open gates, even as the last defenders in the streets fell to tides of ravenous dead. Pressed together inside, you all get a sudden feeling that you are not nearly so safe as you had once thought. A paladin, of one order or another, tries to calm the thousands of civilians spilling out into the courtyard with a loud and obviously false speech about the impregnability of this old fort, but his homily is cut off by a bloodcurdling shriek from without the walls. The guards fight a costly rearguard as they climb up to the gates, the last survivors stumbling through and the great gates slamming shut with a dull chime. Your sense of nervousness magnifies, and you get the feeling that though the walls might keep out the horde, they wouldn't keep you safe forever, and it was only a matter of time.
Mr Peabody, a gnome with bald head and thick mustache, has some big, bugeyes looking through some glasses that appear fashionable rather than functional. He looks at those nearest.
"I won't be trapped like a rat in a trap. There must be a way out. No keep goes without a hidden means of escape. I believe we should find it. Perhaps in the cellars. Unless anyone has a better idea." Mr Peabody looks from face to face.
An elf with the attire of the Griffon guard squire is sitting in the floor near the gnome and replies.
"I already feel trapped but we do need a clear path to take out all this people from here and fled to the north or the south, perhaps the valleys. But the city has fallen. We will need wagons which means animals and most of all, we need a distraction big enough for the horde to overlook hundreds of civilians leaving the city... " he scoffs "Most of them are already doomed... but I am with you, better to look for a way out than wait for a certain death here. Perhaps some of the guards stationed here would known if there is a secret exit... "
A thin orange-eyed half-elf with dusky grey skin, pale white hair and a toothy grin turns to look at the elf and gnome.
"I agree. There are far too many people here and... Oh shit. I see that bastard Oibaf and I'd rather not be stuck in the same place as that hack of a minstrel. Either way, we're dog food sitting here and that last scream didn't sound like the good kind,"he chuckled. <cough>Ahem."The guards will probably be preoccupied with the 'doomed' as you say. We may have a better chance trying to slip away from the riff-raff before they think to follow."
Alynys, a sharp featured hobgoblin wearing an ostentatious military uniform with a shimmering chromium layer visible in places underneath, seems to only be half paying attention to the conversation as she busily makes adjustments to her armor. After hearing out all the others, she says “I certainly agree, there’s no hope staying in the castle. It’ll topple in hours. But we’ll find no safety by land, I wager. We ought to be headed towards the docks and the sea. My crew may still be anchored. If I signaled to them, they would come pick us up. If we found a safe passage to the docks, we could lead all these poor civilians with us as well, and commandeer a fleet for the escape. Surely there’s a fair few captains among the horde who wouldn’t mind any longer if their ships were put to good use.”
Then she looks out a nearby window where the enormous black tower rising from the city of the dead that certainly wasn’t there yesterday stands boldly against the sky. “Then again… Maybe this is the time for bold action. Think how we’d be rewarded if we not only lead the people to safety, but eliminated the threat altogether. Whatever caused all this, it’s coming from that tower. If we saved the city, think of the treasure, the lands, the titles!” She smiles lasciviously. “I bet they’ll be needing a few new Masked Lords when all this is over, and who better than the heroes of Waterdeep? This could be a great opportunity for us, gentlemen.”
"Have you forgotten the hundreds of undead that stand between us and that tower? The first part of your plan sounded good though perhaps the sea is our salvation and of those poor people. Who do you think is in charge here? If we are going to find a safe passage to the docks someone has to have all this civilians ready to move. Across the sewers maybe?"
"Look I am all about a good story, but you have to be ALIVE to tell that story. The idea of going towards that tower is insane. It's insane. I love that you've got that idea, because I could use the money and a title would be cool, but it's insane."
Pacing back and forth, he takes his hat off and runs his fingers through his hair, like it's a nervous tick.
"Look, the sewers idea I like, but the people will attract more problems than they're worth. What if... what if... f--k."
Stopping his hand midway through his hair, "Oh! What if we found a way out AHEAD of everyone else and made sure that it was as safe as we could! Then send someone back with directions! Or make marks along the way for them to follow!"
Flipping his wide brimmed up his hand he tips it onto his head and flashes another toothy grin that looks a bit more idiotic this time. He looks at everyone in turn shaking his head a bit, making the feather on his cap bob around rather aggressively, only adding to the idiotic look.
"The same sewers that may take us to the docks take us to the City of the Dead! And the people of Waterdeep will be SAFEST if the threat is eliminated as quickly as possible, wouldn't you agree?"Alynys says in response to the protests of both her elf companions.
"It's about the same distance either way. And think about it! Whatever dark wizard is at the helm here probably EXPECTS us all to try and escape the castle. In fact, I bet he has a force guarding every exit, including the docks. What they WOULDN'T expect is an assault on their own stronghold. Not when they've got us cornered. If I were the commander of this undead army, I'd be pressing my advantage. I'd send every body I have right here, to climb the walls of Castle Waterdeep. I bet the City of the Dead is a skeleton crew right now. Even more than usual!"
Alynys stands, looking out that window again. "I look at each of you and I can tell you've all faced death before, just like me. So you know the truth of our current situation. The fact is, we likely won't live to see tomorrow. THAT's the reality no matter WHAT we choose to do. But gentlemen, should we go to the City of the Dead, and should we do the impossible, we'll be remembered FOREVER. Legends of Faerun for centuries to come!! Fame! Honor!! Money!!!! Our enemy is right there, in that tower! They couldn't have made it plainer if they had bannered airships flying round the spires! All we have to do is go meet them at home, and then kill them. Gentlemen, I ask you! Do you want to die crawling through the sewer towards a ship that may never come? Or do you want to answer the call of GLORY!?"
Alynys draws her rapier and thrusts it skyward, releasing sparks from her thunder gauntlets that billow out in a veil around her head. She looks at them all with a wide fanged smile. Her face is almost manic with excitement. This is clearly not the first time she's faced almost certain death for the opportunity at riches, and she doesn't seem to believe it will be her last.
Alynys' demonstration rallies your hearts for a moment, and even some others nearby who cannot help but notice the striking goblinoid, but as her rapier rises, all eyes follow it out through the doors of the great hall, facing East, to where the dark tower newly rises above the city. Even from the angle, you can just make out a shimmering shape just peaking above the walls, like a massive pillar of ash and frozen smoke.
The paladin succeeds in calming most of the people, and the few surviving members of Waterdeeps varied holy orders circulate through the room, checking on people and asking after bites and scratches for immediate healing. One of them passes by you.
"Any scratches? Open wounds? Bites from the undead? You must be honest - hiding it now could be disastrous for everybody. It's all right, don't fear - we just need to check on you."
From across the room, the paladin takes up another homily. "Consider the walls, how like the blessings of the gods they shield us from the terrors of night and darkness. Trust in the gods - they will see us through!"
Mr Peabody glares at all of them. "Do you hear that? Scratches. That's all it takes. You can go be a legend or save whoever you wish, but I prefer to live to tell of this. That's legendary enough. Now... I happen to have means at my disposal which make the confined areas of the sewers most advantageous. As for a ship: gods above, a LEGION ship?? Out of the frying pan and into the fire! No. Perhaps another ship. One that hasn't been filled with undead or the enemy of the rest of life on the planet."
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"If we do go and try to find a path through the sewers to leave the city yes... we should go first and be sure that the path is clear before get all of this people on it... If memory serves me well there is no connection between the sewers and the City of Dead... or we should rename it City of Undead... " the elf looks across the window "One could say that whole Waterdeep should be named like that..."
After a few moments he turns towards the hobgoblin.
"Look, it is not that a part of me finds your crazy plan crazy enough to sound good. Part of me wants to find the responsible of this and put an arrow in his head...but I do think that we know so little and stakes are so high for that. Allow me to talk with that paladin and see what are their plans. Of course you are all welcome to come with me."
After assuring the healer that he is alright and has no scratches or bites he then walks towards the paladin that is addressing the survivors and motions him to talk in private as soon as he could.
Alynys shrugs. Can't win 'em all. She puts her sword away and waves off a healer. It'd take more than a scratch of an undead fingernail to pierce her armor. She follows Lyndaran over to the paladin. Arms crossed, she listens to what he has to say.
(Honestly I was torn as your speech was pretty great)
Coming down from the high of the eloquent speech from the hobgoblin, a more somber expression comes across Arturo's face.
"No, no I'm fine. The only thing that's scratched or bit me is your sister," he says to the passing Paladin. "I'm kidding! Kidding. Jeeze. Just trying to lighten the mood here."
Looking at the departing group, Arturo slowly starts after them, pulling his hat down a bit to cover his face. He slows and and turns towards the gnome, continuing to walk backwards. "Advantageous? In a sewer?"
(Given Mr. Peabody's somewhat unsavory history, I'd say he has a working knowledge of the sewers, though not a detailed one. You could probably navigate to a few of the more travelled and familiar junctions, but who knows what lies deeper or beyond?)
The paladin is a little distracted, but takes a moment to speak with you, Lyndaran. "Yes..." she checks your regalia. "Guardsman?"
Mr Peabody looks up at Arturo. "I used to be an adventurer - until that unfortunate incident where the shopkeep tried to rip me off. Ahem, yes. I'm no sword swinger, but I've got magic that will - and has- made some zombies wish they'd gone looking for lesser brains. Area denial is a specialty. Mr Peabody, a pleasure."
Lyndaran tries to talk to him in a place where the civilians doesn't hear them.
"I am but a squire of the Gryphon Guard but I wonder. Do you have a plan to evacuate this people? Or information about that?"he points to the dreaded tower in the middle of the City of the Dead. "I have a group of... motivated people "he motions towards the party and includes Alyns at his side "And we were wondering if you know of a way out of the castle, perhaps through the sewers and to the docks, were we could evacuate them... or if you know of any chance to go there"he looks again towards the tower "And make a desperate counter-attack to decapitate the hydra so to speak... perhaps such a movement could be used as a distraction to allow you to evacuate?"
"Ah! And here I was ready to make a sewer joke. Damn." <Ahem> "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Peabody. I am the INFAMOUS Arturo Lightfingers Puxarm," he says as he takes off his hat, flailing it about as he does one of those courtly bows.
"Now about that shopkeep story. Is it salacious? I knew this handsome shopkeep named Bartholomew and..." Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Lyndaran gesture towards them. "Maybe for a different time. It appears we're either being beckoned or blamed. I'm usually in the wrong place at the wrong time, so either could be true right now. Shall we?"
The paladin bites her tongue, and for a moment you see a look of sheer panic on her face. Then she recovers.
"Of course there's a plan, it's all been handled. There's no need for you all to risk yourselves or do anything foolish. As we speak several higher ups in my order and others are communing with heaven to bring down divine aid. They won't fail us, and they will make it right." She says confidently, though you can't shake that brief look of panic, especially about the eyes.
"Personally," she goes on, "I don't know the castle very well, but it is very well protected. I'd be surprised if there were easy access to any other part of the city - sort of runs against the idea of an impregnable fortress, right? But, some of the City Guard assigned to this place are still around - you might ask them if you like. Now, if you excuse me, I see a dwarf family over there who look like they need some help..."
Brusquely, she moves across the room and away from conversation.
When the paladin has run off, Alynys looks to Lyndaran with her arms still crossed and an eyebrow raised. "Well, there ya go. The official plan. Divine intervention. Shall we all go join the prayer circle then?"
In his native tongue but in just a whisper Lyndaran says "We're doomed"
He scoffs at Alynys comment.
"We better look for someone with the information of this place but first let's see if the others are up to this or they prefer to join the prayer circle..."
He then rejoins the small group that seems to be gathering and speaks to them in an hallway, away from the ears of the civilians.
"Well, it seems that they don't have any real plan here. They are going to try to reach for the Gods and ask for a miracle or something but if you ask me I think that the Gods help those willing to help themselves. So, first, we should try to find a way out, see if it is clear and if it could be passable for the refugees. Then head to the docks and beckon your ships. Convince them " he gestures towards one paladin " to evacuate the castle and then... perhaps going to the city of the Dead with the hope to create a diversion so the civilians can escape? Maybe Tymora smiles upon us and we do get a chance to put an arrow in the necromancer's skull... The name ys Lyrandar, Lyrandar Hewssar by the way."
Despite his words, his voice and demeanor are far from the enthusiastic words of Alynys. He seems to have accepted that they are already dead but doesn't want to sit idle to wait for that fate.
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In the crowded great hall, the five of you gather accidentally, separated and alone from all those you knew or came with in the surge of fleeing civilians that pushed through the open gates, even as the last defenders in the streets fell to tides of ravenous dead. Pressed together inside, you all get a sudden feeling that you are not nearly so safe as you had once thought. A paladin, of one order or another, tries to calm the thousands of civilians spilling out into the courtyard with a loud and obviously false speech about the impregnability of this old fort, but his homily is cut off by a bloodcurdling shriek from without the walls. The guards fight a costly rearguard as they climb up to the gates, the last survivors stumbling through and the great gates slamming shut with a dull chime. Your sense of nervousness magnifies, and you get the feeling that though the walls might keep out the horde, they wouldn't keep you safe forever, and it was only a matter of time.
You have to get out.
What do you do?
Mr Peabody, a gnome with bald head and thick mustache, has some big, bugeyes looking through some glasses that appear fashionable rather than functional. He looks at those nearest.
"I won't be trapped like a rat in a trap. There must be a way out. No keep goes without a hidden means of escape. I believe we should find it. Perhaps in the cellars. Unless anyone has a better idea." Mr Peabody looks from face to face.
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An elf with the attire of the Griffon guard squire is sitting in the floor near the gnome and replies.
"I already feel trapped but we do need a clear path to take out all this people from here and fled to the north or the south, perhaps the valleys. But the city has fallen. We will need wagons which means animals and most of all, we need a distraction big enough for the horde to overlook hundreds of civilians leaving the city... " he scoffs "Most of them are already doomed... but I am with you, better to look for a way out than wait for a certain death here. Perhaps some of the guards stationed here would known if there is a secret exit... "
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A thin orange-eyed half-elf with dusky grey skin, pale white hair and a toothy grin turns to look at the elf and gnome.
"I agree. There are far too many people here and... Oh shit. I see that bastard Oibaf and I'd rather not be stuck in the same place as that hack of a minstrel. Either way, we're dog food sitting here and that last scream didn't sound like the good kind," he chuckled.
<cough>Ahem. "The guards will probably be preoccupied with the 'doomed' as you say. We may have a better chance trying to slip away from the riff-raff before they think to follow."
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Alynys, a sharp featured hobgoblin wearing an ostentatious military uniform with a shimmering chromium layer visible in places underneath, seems to only be half paying attention to the conversation as she busily makes adjustments to her armor. After hearing out all the others, she says “I certainly agree, there’s no hope staying in the castle. It’ll topple in hours. But we’ll find no safety by land, I wager. We ought to be headed towards the docks and the sea. My crew may still be anchored. If I signaled to them, they would come pick us up. If we found a safe passage to the docks, we could lead all these poor civilians with us as well, and commandeer a fleet for the escape. Surely there’s a fair few captains among the horde who wouldn’t mind any longer if their ships were put to good use.”
Then she looks out a nearby window where the enormous black tower rising from the city of the dead that certainly wasn’t there yesterday stands boldly against the sky. “Then again… Maybe this is the time for bold action. Think how we’d be rewarded if we not only lead the people to safety, but eliminated the threat altogether. Whatever caused all this, it’s coming from that tower. If we saved the city, think of the treasure, the lands, the titles!” She smiles lasciviously. “I bet they’ll be needing a few new Masked Lords when all this is over, and who better than the heroes of Waterdeep? This could be a great opportunity for us, gentlemen.”
The wood elf can't believe the hobgoblin words.
"Have you forgotten the hundreds of undead that stand between us and that tower? The first part of your plan sounded good though perhaps the sea is our salvation and of those poor people. Who do you think is in charge here? If we are going to find a safe passage to the docks someone has to have all this civilians ready to move. Across the sewers maybe?"
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"Look I am all about a good story, but you have to be ALIVE to tell that story. The idea of going towards that tower is insane. It's insane. I love that you've got that idea, because I could use the money and a title would be cool, but it's insane."
Pacing back and forth, he takes his hat off and runs his fingers through his hair, like it's a nervous tick.
"Look, the sewers idea I like, but the people will attract more problems than they're worth. What if... what if... f--k."
Stopping his hand midway through his hair, "Oh! What if we found a way out AHEAD of everyone else and made sure that it was as safe as we could! Then send someone back with directions! Or make marks along the way for them to follow!"
Flipping his wide brimmed up his hand he tips it onto his head and flashes another toothy grin that looks a bit more idiotic this time. He looks at everyone in turn shaking his head a bit, making the feather on his cap bob around rather aggressively, only adding to the idiotic look.
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"The same sewers that may take us to the docks take us to the City of the Dead! And the people of Waterdeep will be SAFEST if the threat is eliminated as quickly as possible, wouldn't you agree?" Alynys says in response to the protests of both her elf companions.
"It's about the same distance either way. And think about it! Whatever dark wizard is at the helm here probably EXPECTS us all to try and escape the castle. In fact, I bet he has a force guarding every exit, including the docks. What they WOULDN'T expect is an assault on their own stronghold. Not when they've got us cornered. If I were the commander of this undead army, I'd be pressing my advantage. I'd send every body I have right here, to climb the walls of Castle Waterdeep. I bet the City of the Dead is a skeleton crew right now. Even more than usual!"
Alynys stands, looking out that window again. "I look at each of you and I can tell you've all faced death before, just like me. So you know the truth of our current situation. The fact is, we likely won't live to see tomorrow. THAT's the reality no matter WHAT we choose to do. But gentlemen, should we go to the City of the Dead, and should we do the impossible, we'll be remembered FOREVER. Legends of Faerun for centuries to come!! Fame! Honor!! Money!!!! Our enemy is right there, in that tower! They couldn't have made it plainer if they had bannered airships flying round the spires! All we have to do is go meet them at home, and then kill them. Gentlemen, I ask you! Do you want to die crawling through the sewer towards a ship that may never come? Or do you want to answer the call of GLORY!?"
Alynys draws her rapier and thrusts it skyward, releasing sparks from her thunder gauntlets that billow out in a veil around her head. She looks at them all with a wide fanged smile. Her face is almost manic with excitement. This is clearly not the first time she's faced almost certain death for the opportunity at riches, and she doesn't seem to believe it will be her last.
Alynys' demonstration rallies your hearts for a moment, and even some others nearby who cannot help but notice the striking goblinoid, but as her rapier rises, all eyes follow it out through the doors of the great hall, facing East, to where the dark tower newly rises above the city. Even from the angle, you can just make out a shimmering shape just peaking above the walls, like a massive pillar of ash and frozen smoke.
The paladin succeeds in calming most of the people, and the few surviving members of Waterdeeps varied holy orders circulate through the room, checking on people and asking after bites and scratches for immediate healing. One of them passes by you.
"Any scratches? Open wounds? Bites from the undead? You must be honest - hiding it now could be disastrous for everybody. It's all right, don't fear - we just need to check on you."
From across the room, the paladin takes up another homily. "Consider the walls, how like the blessings of the gods they shield us from the terrors of night and darkness. Trust in the gods - they will see us through!"
Mr Peabody glares at all of them. "Do you hear that? Scratches. That's all it takes. You can go be a legend or save whoever you wish, but I prefer to live to tell of this. That's legendary enough. Now... I happen to have means at my disposal which make the confined areas of the sewers most advantageous. As for a ship: gods above, a LEGION ship?? Out of the frying pan and into the fire! No. Perhaps another ship. One that hasn't been filled with undead or the enemy of the rest of life on the planet."
DM: would Mr Peabody know or be able to determine a general layout of sewers by which we might escape?
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"If we do go and try to find a path through the sewers to leave the city yes... we should go first and be sure that the path is clear before get all of this people on it... If memory serves me well there is no connection between the sewers and the City of Dead... or we should rename it City of Undead... " the elf looks across the window "One could say that whole Waterdeep should be named like that..."
After a few moments he turns towards the hobgoblin.
"Look, it is not that a part of me finds your crazy plan crazy enough to sound good. Part of me wants to find the responsible of this and put an arrow in his head...but I do think that we know so little and stakes are so high for that. Allow me to talk with that paladin and see what are their plans. Of course you are all welcome to come with me."
After assuring the healer that he is alright and has no scratches or bites he then walks towards the paladin that is addressing the survivors and motions him to talk in private as soon as he could.
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(Dang, I really thought that'd work)
Alynys shrugs. Can't win 'em all. She puts her sword away and waves off a healer. It'd take more than a scratch of an undead fingernail to pierce her armor. She follows Lyndaran over to the paladin. Arms crossed, she listens to what he has to say.
(Honestly I was torn as your speech was pretty great)
Coming down from the high of the eloquent speech from the hobgoblin, a more somber expression comes across Arturo's face.
"No, no I'm fine. The only thing that's scratched or bit me is your sister," he says to the passing Paladin. "I'm kidding! Kidding. Jeeze. Just trying to lighten the mood here."
Looking at the departing group, Arturo slowly starts after them, pulling his hat down a bit to cover his face. He slows and and turns towards the gnome, continuing to walk backwards. "Advantageous? In a sewer?"
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(Given Mr. Peabody's somewhat unsavory history, I'd say he has a working knowledge of the sewers, though not a detailed one. You could probably navigate to a few of the more travelled and familiar junctions, but who knows what lies deeper or beyond?)
The paladin is a little distracted, but takes a moment to speak with you, Lyndaran. "Yes..." she checks your regalia. "Guardsman?"
Mr Peabody looks up at Arturo. "I used to be an adventurer - until that unfortunate incident where the shopkeep tried to rip me off. Ahem, yes. I'm no sword swinger, but I've got magic that will - and has- made some zombies wish they'd gone looking for lesser brains. Area denial is a specialty. Mr Peabody, a pleasure."
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Lyndaran tries to talk to him in a place where the civilians doesn't hear them.
"I am but a squire of the Gryphon Guard but I wonder. Do you have a plan to evacuate this people? Or information about that?" he points to the dreaded tower in the middle of the City of the Dead. "I have a group of... motivated people " he motions towards the party and includes Alyns at his side "And we were wondering if you know of a way out of the castle, perhaps through the sewers and to the docks, were we could evacuate them... or if you know of any chance to go there" he looks again towards the tower "And make a desperate counter-attack to decapitate the hydra so to speak... perhaps such a movement could be used as a distraction to allow you to evacuate?"
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"Ah! And here I was ready to make a sewer joke. Damn." <Ahem> "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Peabody. I am the INFAMOUS Arturo Lightfingers Puxarm," he says as he takes off his hat, flailing it about as he does one of those courtly bows.
"Now about that shopkeep story. Is it salacious? I knew this handsome shopkeep named Bartholomew and..." Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Lyndaran gesture towards them. "Maybe for a different time. It appears we're either being beckoned or blamed. I'm usually in the wrong place at the wrong time, so either could be true right now. Shall we?"
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The paladin bites her tongue, and for a moment you see a look of sheer panic on her face. Then she recovers.
"Of course there's a plan, it's all been handled. There's no need for you all to risk yourselves or do anything foolish. As we speak several higher ups in my order and others are communing with heaven to bring down divine aid. They won't fail us, and they will make it right." She says confidently, though you can't shake that brief look of panic, especially about the eyes.
"Personally," she goes on, "I don't know the castle very well, but it is very well protected. I'd be surprised if there were easy access to any other part of the city - sort of runs against the idea of an impregnable fortress, right? But, some of the City Guard assigned to this place are still around - you might ask them if you like. Now, if you excuse me, I see a dwarf family over there who look like they need some help..."
Brusquely, she moves across the room and away from conversation.
When the paladin has run off, Alynys looks to Lyndaran with her arms still crossed and an eyebrow raised. "Well, there ya go. The official plan. Divine intervention. Shall we all go join the prayer circle then?"
In his native tongue but in just a whisper Lyndaran says "We're doomed"
He scoffs at Alynys comment.
"We better look for someone with the information of this place but first let's see if the others are up to this or they prefer to join the prayer circle..."
He then rejoins the small group that seems to be gathering and speaks to them in an hallway, away from the ears of the civilians.
"Well, it seems that they don't have any real plan here. They are going to try to reach for the Gods and ask for a miracle or something but if you ask me I think that the Gods help those willing to help themselves. So, first, we should try to find a way out, see if it is clear and if it could be passable for the refugees. Then head to the docks and beckon your ships. Convince them " he gestures towards one paladin " to evacuate the castle and then... perhaps going to the city of the Dead with the hope to create a diversion so the civilians can escape? Maybe Tymora smiles upon us and we do get a chance to put an arrow in the necromancer's skull... The name ys Lyrandar, Lyrandar Hewssar by the way."
Despite his words, his voice and demeanor are far from the enthusiastic words of Alynys. He seems to have accepted that they are already dead but doesn't want to sit idle to wait for that fate.
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