This building has clearly been modified by the goblins. The windows are boarded up and the door is locked. However, Jex quickly scavenges a key from the belt of one of the fallen goblins. Through the door he can hear the low murmur of many hushed conversations.
Hurrig steps forwards, "Maybe a familiar face should be the first to enter?" Hurrig invites Brundir to come to the door with him, hoping that friendly faces will restore the hope of the prisoners and keep they quiet and relaxed.
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On the same note, Vark takes up the rear of the group as they prepare to enter the building, not wanting to startle the prisoners with his orcish features. "W-what's the next step after this?" he asks his companions.
Hurrig steps into the building with his hands raised and hammer hanging from his waist. In a hushed voice Hurrig calls out, "Friends, I have returned... I'm sorry it took so long, but we are here now. We have brought weapons for us to use against the foul beasts that have taken our Sheercleft from us."
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Inside the building, around twenty miners have been crammed into the living area of this house. They are a varied mix of dwarves and humans, and all of them look dirty, worn and tired. Some are lying on beds made of straw that has been strewn across the floor. Others sit leant up against the walls, or gathered around the table talking quietly amongst themselves. Everyone turns when the door opens, naturally expecting their oppressors. They stare with wide eyes when they see the dwarves and the party behind them.
"Hurrig! Bründir!" Declares a bald, middle-aged man in a stiff Breannian accent. Valaith and Vark also recognise this as Anders, the captain of the guard.
"I'd almost given up hope that either of you had survived! What in the nine hells are you doing here?!"
"Anders, ya sorry sap! I'm glad ya made it this long. We're here to save ya and take back Sheercleft!" Hurrig moves further into the room and clasps hands with Anders (if he is sitting Hurrig will pull him up onto his feet.) "You lot look exhausted, what do they 'ave ya minin down there?"
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Anders warmly returns Hurrig's grasp, but his grip is weak and weary.
"Just rock, the damn fools," he replies with a shake of his head. "All the way down to some huge cavern. The shits are looking for something they think is under the ravine."
He stiffens as he spies Seid's characteristic blue cloak amongst the others.
"How did you get past the goblins anyway, and what are you doing with him? I don't know how you plan on taking back the village. It's crawling with the things. They're everywhere."
Hurrig turns to look at Seid, "He's on our side. Helped us get the weapons and find the building you lot are here in. Just a good man, that got caught with the wrong crowd..." Hurrig trails off still looking at Seid. A small smirk can be seen beneath the red hair that covers his face. "Anyway... we killed a few to get this far. But there are certainly a lot. This whole ordeal is gonna cost a lot more energy and men. Are these all the prisoners?" Hurrig asks Anders as he looks around at the crew of miners and prisoners.
"You'll need a lot more than what you have on you if you want to arm us all. There's fifty just in this building. We're spread across four homes on this street. Those of us they had in the mines, that is. Starting an uprising isn't just a simple matter of fighting back. They have our families and they'll kill the lot of them if violence breaks out. On that they've made themselves abundantly clear."
"Weapons? That would be me." Jex enters with a bow, and a cocky grin. "Oh you mean the pointy sticks for these down and outs? Val would you mind setting them down here for them? I believe Thurston has Dorno. I suppose you'll be wanting to go after those families next? I did gave rather a different plan in mind, something altogether more... Audacious." He casually inspects his nail as he speaks turning a dagger in a circle as he looks for the word, it seems he got some blood on the skin around it which is bothering him a little.
" Perhaps we should split up once again. You take these men to free their families, Seid and I can pay a visit to his friends, see if we can't buy you some time..."
Thurston enters the building the last one and closes the door keeping an eye out in case someone decides to come pay a visit to the prisioners or their guards.
"Go my friend" he whispers to Dorno when he hears that they ask for him.
"The cowards.. " says when the captives families are mentioned. " we will get them free. Perhaps some of you can go with us and secure the civilians."
Dorno runs next to Hurrig and then transforms into his normal form, of the big, firbolg.
"Dorno brings weapons and armor to good people, friends of my friend, so they can fight against bad people and recover their pretty and dusty home. Good people can't go fight with fist and stones against bad orange people. They got shiny metal skins and big weapons, so it is not a fair fight. Now with weapons it is. Dorno and friends of Dorno will fight with good people. We defeat big bad orange ugly ones, small, yellow and bad smelling ones and scary blue robes ones. Ok?" he says opening the crate and pushing it a liitle bit towards Anders.
Bründir walks through the crowd, exchanging greetings with the downtrodden miners. Through everyone, he seemed to be looking for a few particular faces above all. When his rounds were done, he began handing out weapons to Anders and those most capable of fighting. "Anders, where's Quentin? We 'eard he made a deal an' leads the work details. Tell me he didn't sell ye out."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Anders' eyes widen perceptibly as the two crates of weapons and armour appear, as though out of nowhere. All around the room men stand, looking to him for a sign.
The old warrior steps forward and grasps one of the swords by the hilt, hefting it in front of him. His eyes harden and the faintest trace of a smile curls the edge of his lips for the first time since the party entered the building.
"To the north, beyond Ringrut's," he tells Hurrig, in answer to his question about the civilians, "and I haven't seen Quentin since the goblins took him in one of the attacks. He's alive?"
He looks confused and concerned by Bründir's news, but his focus is clearly on saving the rest of the villagers for the moment.
"If we march up there in force they'll kill the lot of them. You got this far. Got to us and we didn't hear a thing. If you can free the others we can make a stand. Can it be done?"
All around the room, men are strapping on leather and gathering spears, while the Dwarves favour chain armour with an axe or hammer.
"There's some more guards here out back in the yard too. We'll need to make it past them to arm the rest."
"Eight," Anders replies, gesturing to the other side of the building. "They're not typically very attentive. We could easily overwhelm them ourselves, but a melee might draw more attention."
Seid stays behind his new companions, keeping them between him and the trapped miners. Best let them slowly antiquate themselves to him and not present them with an easy avenue of their rage and frustration. He does realize that perhaps now would be a good time to release his spell upon the goliath though. With a snap of his fingers, Valaith suddenly appears again... He watches her with a slight smile.
Valaith, her eyes wide, begins checking herself to ensure that everything is there and in its proper place, looking perhaps even more paler than she has been since the brutal wounds she sustained in the battle in the passes. She turns toward Seid with a respectful nod. "Quite handy, that." Now unburdened by the weapons, Val sits down for a moment and steadies her breath as she examines the wound in her stomach. The flesh sealed from the magic, but still red and angry around the edges of the scar. She touches it gingerly and winces at the pain inside.
At the mention of bringing down the wizards, Seid pipes up. "Let us just remember that these men will have wards in place, much the same as I did. Although likely with more volatile results. We should be prepared for anything. They have spent many more years studying magic than I. I'm not much more than a novice compared to many of them. If we can distract them and draw them out, I think that is our best option to catch them unawares." He seems to notice Valaith's discomfort and eyes the ugly wound on her stomach with concern...
Jex grins at Thurston as he pulls his daggers from the goblin.
"Good work, it should be this way"
He turns back around the corner looking for an entrance into one of the buildings where the prisoners are being kept.
This building has clearly been modified by the goblins. The windows are boarded up and the door is locked. However, Jex quickly scavenges a key from the belt of one of the fallen goblins. Through the door he can hear the low murmur of many hushed conversations.
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"Now we should not stratle them and keep it quiet " says Thurston to the others just before Jex opens the door.
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Hurrig steps forwards, "Maybe a familiar face should be the first to enter?" Hurrig invites Brundir to come to the door with him, hoping that friendly faces will restore the hope of the prisoners and keep they quiet and relaxed.
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On the same note, Vark takes up the rear of the group as they prepare to enter the building, not wanting to startle the prisoners with his orcish features. "W-what's the next step after this?" he asks his companions.
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Thurston nods to Hurrig and Gründir to go first.
Just before entering after the half-orc and closing the door behind them he says to Vark.
"We send them all to Hel. Starting with their leaders and those wizards..."
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Hurrig steps into the building with his hands raised and hammer hanging from his waist. In a hushed voice Hurrig calls out, "Friends, I have returned... I'm sorry it took so long, but we are here now. We have brought weapons for us to use against the foul beasts that have taken our Sheercleft from us."
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Inside the building, around twenty miners have been crammed into the living area of this house. They are a varied mix of dwarves and humans, and all of them look dirty, worn and tired. Some are lying on beds made of straw that has been strewn across the floor. Others sit leant up against the walls, or gathered around the table talking quietly amongst themselves. Everyone turns when the door opens, naturally expecting their oppressors. They stare with wide eyes when they see the dwarves and the party behind them.
"Hurrig! Bründir!" Declares a bald, middle-aged man in a stiff Breannian accent. Valaith and Vark also recognise this as Anders, the captain of the guard.
"I'd almost given up hope that either of you had survived! What in the nine hells are you doing here?!"
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"Anders, ya sorry sap! I'm glad ya made it this long. We're here to save ya and take back Sheercleft!" Hurrig moves further into the room and clasps hands with Anders (if he is sitting Hurrig will pull him up onto his feet.) "You lot look exhausted, what do they 'ave ya minin down there?"
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Anders warmly returns Hurrig's grasp, but his grip is weak and weary.
"Just rock, the damn fools," he replies with a shake of his head. "All the way down to some huge cavern. The shits are looking for something they think is under the ravine."
He stiffens as he spies Seid's characteristic blue cloak amongst the others.
"How did you get past the goblins anyway, and what are you doing with him? I don't know how you plan on taking back the village. It's crawling with the things. They're everywhere."
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Hurrig turns to look at Seid, "He's on our side. Helped us get the weapons and find the building you lot are here in. Just a good man, that got caught with the wrong crowd..." Hurrig trails off still looking at Seid. A small smirk can be seen beneath the red hair that covers his face. "Anyway... we killed a few to get this far. But there are certainly a lot. This whole ordeal is gonna cost a lot more energy and men. Are these all the prisoners?" Hurrig asks Anders as he looks around at the crew of miners and prisoners.
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"Weapons?" Anders asks, confused.
"You'll need a lot more than what you have on you if you want to arm us all. There's fifty just in this building. We're spread across four homes on this street. Those of us they had in the mines, that is. Starting an uprising isn't just a simple matter of fighting back. They have our families and they'll kill the lot of them if violence breaks out. On that they've made themselves abundantly clear."
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"Where are the families being held? And where our mouse and goliath friend with the weapons?" Hurrig turns toward the door looking about.
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"Weapons? That would be me." Jex enters with a bow, and a cocky grin. "Oh you mean the pointy sticks for these down and outs? Val would you mind setting them down here for them? I believe Thurston has Dorno. I suppose you'll be wanting to go after those families next? I did gave rather a different plan in mind, something altogether more... Audacious." He casually inspects his nail as he speaks turning a dagger in a circle as he looks for the word, it seems he got some blood on the skin around it which is bothering him a little.
" Perhaps we should split up once again. You take these men to free their families, Seid and I can pay a visit to his friends, see if we can't buy you some time..."
Thurston enters the building the last one and closes the door keeping an eye out in case someone decides to come pay a visit to the prisioners or their guards.
"Go my friend" he whispers to Dorno when he hears that they ask for him.
"The cowards.. " says when the captives families are mentioned. " we will get them free. Perhaps some of you can go with us and secure the civilians."
Dorno runs next to Hurrig and then transforms into his normal form, of the big, firbolg.
"Dorno brings weapons and armor to good people, friends of my friend, so they can fight against bad people and recover their pretty and dusty home. Good people can't go fight with fist and stones against bad orange people. They got shiny metal skins and big weapons, so it is not a fair fight. Now with weapons it is. Dorno and friends of Dorno will fight with good people. We defeat big bad orange ugly ones, small, yellow and bad smelling ones and scary blue robes ones. Ok?" he says opening the crate and pushing it a liitle bit towards Anders.
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Bründir walks through the crowd, exchanging greetings with the downtrodden miners. Through everyone, he seemed to be looking for a few particular faces above all. When his rounds were done, he began handing out weapons to Anders and those most capable of fighting. "Anders, where's Quentin? We 'eard he made a deal an' leads the work details. Tell me he didn't sell ye out."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Anders' eyes widen perceptibly as the two crates of weapons and armour appear, as though out of nowhere. All around the room men stand, looking to him for a sign.
The old warrior steps forward and grasps one of the swords by the hilt, hefting it in front of him. His eyes harden and the faintest trace of a smile curls the edge of his lips for the first time since the party entered the building.
"To the north, beyond Ringrut's," he tells Hurrig, in answer to his question about the civilians, "and I haven't seen Quentin since the goblins took him in one of the attacks. He's alive?"
He looks confused and concerned by Bründir's news, but his focus is clearly on saving the rest of the villagers for the moment.
"If we march up there in force they'll kill the lot of them. You got this far. Got to us and we didn't hear a thing. If you can free the others we can make a stand. Can it be done?"
All around the room, men are strapping on leather and gathering spears, while the Dwarves favour chain armour with an axe or hammer.
"There's some more guards here out back in the yard too. We'll need to make it past them to arm the rest."
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Jex sighs.
"Alright, I'll do it. How many in the yard?"
"Eight," Anders replies, gesturing to the other side of the building. "They're not typically very attentive. We could easily overwhelm them ourselves, but a melee might draw more attention."
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The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Seid stays behind his new companions, keeping them between him and the trapped miners. Best let them slowly antiquate themselves to him and not present them with an easy avenue of their rage and frustration. He does realize that perhaps now would be a good time to release his spell upon the goliath though. With a snap of his fingers, Valaith suddenly appears again... He watches her with a slight smile.
Valaith, her eyes wide, begins checking herself to ensure that everything is there and in its proper place, looking perhaps even more paler than she has been since the brutal wounds she sustained in the battle in the passes. She turns toward Seid with a respectful nod. "Quite handy, that." Now unburdened by the weapons, Val sits down for a moment and steadies her breath as she examines the wound in her stomach. The flesh sealed from the magic, but still red and angry around the edges of the scar. She touches it gingerly and winces at the pain inside.
At the mention of bringing down the wizards, Seid pipes up. "Let us just remember that these men will have wards in place, much the same as I did. Although likely with more volatile results. We should be prepared for anything. They have spent many more years studying magic than I. I'm not much more than a novice compared to many of them. If we can distract them and draw them out, I think that is our best option to catch them unawares." He seems to notice Valaith's discomfort and eyes the ugly wound on her stomach with concern...
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