Ardana and Clas also manage to climb, albeit using the traditional approach, after which it is easy to help everyone reach them.
You are again outside the big hole in the ground dug by the insectoid, the one that Wumgu, the surviving goblin, had revealed to you to be the possible secondary access.
"Who knew this uninviting hole led straight to our base?" Bjorn marvels, once he comes outside and looks around. "Thank goodness Mhurren didn't find out about it! Otherwise, he would have by no means content on mild surveillance ... he would have probably put us to work like mules to close it or make it collapse!"
"Well," the boy seems to feel relieved, despite the fine Hammer cold wind that keeps whispering in the hills "so you're here to attack the base? Did the Harpells send you?"
"No," he immediately reconsiders, however, "don't answer me, it really doesn't matter. I don't give a shit about Mhurren Flick anyway. Since the Zhentarim put us under his leadership, to give him the opportunity to found the his clandestine base near Longsaddle, where the Harpells won't even see us, he poses as a king! As a tyrant! He demands we snap at his every command, he admits no mistake or hesitation, he works his whip whenever he feels like it..."
"So, in there, in the service of that half-orc with delusions of grandeur, there are twelve of us - actually ten" he corrects himself "since I'm leaving and you've already killed Tobias. From the hole that I and Tobias were guarding you will come out in a corridor of the base. From there, going to the right you can find the kitchens, maybe something to eat... or maybe some of us eating. We work shifts all day between surveillance and rest, so you are likely to always find someone who eats. And in a closet we have a handful of prisoners. Slaves, you know, something like that. It's a trade that still pays off. Going to the left you'll arrive at the dormitory instead. Because of the shifts, you should find some of us sleeping. Continuing, you will arrive at the guard room, that of those who guard the main access. There are always four of them there... but with their eyes fixed on the main entrance; coming from inside you should surprise them. From that room, continuing straight, you arrive where is the throne. Need I tell you who took that room as his own? That's right! The so beloved Mhurren Flick!"
Ready to set off towards the unknown and freedom, Bjorn gives you a questioning look: "And that's all that comes to my mind... Is there anything else you want to know?"
As Clas leans over to the half-orc, Ilwythe, and whispers, he says, "She's good, a way to test the validity of his words and know when to ambush the new guards. Then there will only be eight of them left." He almost starts to laugh again, but catches himself, smiling wide at Ardana.
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"Certainly, " Ardana fixes him with a stare, "But first, how long before your shift change and you will be missed?"
"About one hour" Bjorn replies. "But, hey, the base is not very big... In an hour, you'll have plenty of time to wipe all out - unless, of course, things don't go the other way around" he winks. "But let's hope not".
Clas turns to Ilwythe with a friendly smile and a hearty pat on the back.
"Well, my stalwart friend,” Clas begins, his voice brimming with energy. "I couldn’t help but notice yourimpressive display of strength with those mighty hand axes of yours. Truly a sight to behold! They seem to fit your rugged appearance perfectly, like extensions of your own formidable spirit."
Clas takes a moment to study Ilwythe.
"Tell me, my friend, what brings you to this treacherous dungeon? Is it the allure of adventure? The chance to test your mettle against the forces of evil? Whatever the reason, I can’t help but feel that we make a formidable pair. Your strength and skill with those hand axes combined with my unwavering courage and indomitable spirit.. we could accomplish great feats together!”
Clas leans in slightly, lowering his voice to a more conversational tone, yet still brimming with excitement.
"I must confess, while the others may have their concerns about the Zhentarim, I see it as an opportunity for us to shine! With our combined might, we can turn the tide against this evil and emerge as the true heroes of this tale. What say you my friend? Are you ready to join me in whatever daring plan our friends come up with that will leave our foes in awe and our names spoken in hushed whispers?”
Clas awaits Ilwythe's response, his eyes shining with anticipation.
'And there it is,' Tarysaa thought. 'Back down the insect burrow again. Traverse the tunnel again. Somehow climb up to and through the hole until all are in. THEN go room to room subduing or killing until attempting the throne room and the half-orc 'taskmaster'. All within the next hour.' She took a moment to relax her shoulders and clean up her garb with a simple twitch and word. "Do we let him go or just kill him here so he won't warn the others in the den?" She aimed a thin lipped smile and an arched eyebrow at Bjorn as he finished babbling out his directions.
Ardana looks back at Tarysaa and reiterates, "Of course we will let him go, once he is out of sight we can continue back into the complex until we find what it is we seek."
She turns back to Bjorn:
"Boy, can you tell us if Mherrum or any others have magic or divine powers?"
"Hey!" Bjorn starts raising the voice, at Tarysaa's question "We had a deal! And if you only think of breaking it, just be sure that I'll scream so high that all Zhentarim in a 10 miles range will become aware of you!"
But the boy is clearly relieved by Ardana's words; he looks at her with... what it will be? Surprise? Respect? Affection? Anyway, he tells her: "Thank you, loyal one. Maybe, after all, you really would have been a woman I could trust. It's a pity we didn't meet in better circumstances. May I know your name? I hope I have not hit you too hard, before, in the tunnel, as you leapt at me. It was istinct, I... You are ok, I hope?"
"Anyway," he comes closer, whispering in Ardana's ear
For Ardana:
"be cautious, will you? Don't trust that merciless elf girl too much... She was ready to kill me, just because she was seeing an advantage in that. I don't pretend to be better - I don't want to fool you, I might have done the same. Just beware... One day she might see an advantage in killing you... and what then? So... don't turn your back to her".
Finally, the prisoner replies about the magic, laughing out loudly: "Mhurren? Magic? He would not be able to recognize magic even should it explode under his sorry ass! No, he has no kind of magic support, he can count only on his brutality (which is remarkable, by the way) and in his handful of followers - simple people like me".
Clas turns to Ilwythe with a friendly smile and a hearty pat on the back.
"Well, my stalwart friend,” Clas begins, his voice brimming with energy. "I couldn’t help but notice yourimpressive display of strength with those mighty hand axes of yours. Truly a sight to behold! They seem to fit your rugged appearance perfectly, like extensions of your own formidable spirit."
Clas takes a moment to study Ilwythe.
"Tell me, my friend, what brings you to this treacherous dungeon? Is it the allure of adventure? The chance to test your mettle against the forces of evil? Whatever the reason, I can’t help but feel that we make a formidable pair. Your strength and skill with those hand axes combined with my unwavering courage and indomitable spirit.. we could accomplish great feats together!”
Clas leans in slightly, lowering his voice to a more conversational tone, yet still brimming with excitement.
"I must confess, while the others may have their concerns about the Zhentarim, I see it as an opportunity for us to shine! With our combined might, we can turn the tide against this evil and emerge as the true heroes of this tale. What say you my friend? Are you ready to join me in whatever daring plan our friends come up with that will leave our foes in awe and our names spoken in hushed whispers?”
Clas awaits Ilwythe's response, his eyes shining with anticipation.
“I come here for the allure of being able to eat tomorrow. I’ll join you if that means I live another day.”
Athletics to climb up: 21
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Clas turns to Ilwythe with a friendly smile and a hearty pat on the back.
"Well, my stalwart friend,” Clas begins, his voice brimming with energy. "I couldn’t help but notice yourimpressive display of strength with those mighty hand axes of yours. Truly a sight to behold! They seem to fit your rugged appearance perfectly, like extensions of your own formidable spirit."
Clas takes a moment to study Ilwythe.
"Tell me, my friend, what brings you to this treacherous dungeon? Is it the allure of adventure? The chance to test your mettle against the forces of evil? Whatever the reason, I can’t help but feel that we make a formidable pair. Your strength and skill with those hand axes combined with my unwavering courage and indomitable spirit.. we could accomplish great feats together!”
Clas leans in slightly, lowering his voice to a more conversational tone, yet still brimming with excitement.
"I must confess, while the others may have their concerns about the Zhentarim, I see it as an opportunity for us to shine! With our combined might, we can turn the tide against this evil and emerge as the true heroes of this tale. What say you my friend? Are you ready to join me in whatever daring plan our friends come up with that will leave our foes in awe and our names spoken in hushed whispers?”
Clas awaits Ilwythe's response, his eyes shining with anticipation.
“I come here for the allure of being able to eat tomorrow. I’ll join you if that means I live another day.”
Athletics to climb up: 7
There are so many fellow adventurers already up that, in spite of some difficulty, some of them lend you a hand and you get soon up with them.
As the others escort Bjorn back the surface, Daisy stays behind. With Ilwythe [assuming] having retrieved his axe and pulled the body of Tobias into his makeshift grave, the dwarf covers the body and then begins the chore of making an easy path up to the hole above. Like a child playing with wooden blocks, the druid scoops squares of soil and stacks them atop of each other in a staggered manner to provide the group a set of impromptu steps.
Daisy plops down at the base of the steps and takes the quiet moment to relax. A light chuckle comes from the dwarf after she take a refreshing sip from her waterskin. What have you got yourself into, girl.
As the others escort Bjorn back the surface, Daisy stays behind. With Ilwythe [assuming] having retrieved his axe and pulled the body of Tobias into his makeshift grave, the dwarf covers the body and then begins the chore of making an easy path up to the hole above. Like a child playing with wooden blocks, the druid scoops squares of soil and stacks them atop of each other in a staggered manner to provide the group a set of impromptu steps.
It takes a while but two things dwarves usually don't lack are patience and tenacity... By the time the rest of the party takes to get back to the start of the tunnel, climb up to the surface and have a happy chat with Bjorn, Daisy manages to improvise a rudimentary natural ladder that allows to climb the 20' altitude where the hole in the wall is located.
Clas awaits Ilwythe's response, his eyes shining with anticipation.
“I come here for the allure of being able to eat tomorrow. I’ll join you if that means I live another day.”
As for the allure of food and survival, fret not, my friend! In this grand adventure, there will be plenty of opportunities to feast and find glory. We shall carve our names in history, and tales of our bravery will echo through the ages!
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Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Ah, my valiant comrades, let us tread carefully in these shadowed depths. As we stand at this crucial juncture, let us not forget the weight of our choices. The path we take may lead us to glory or peril, and the stakes are high. In this dark realm, we must be vigilant and wise.
Option One, Stealth and Subtlety: Nimblestep, with your nimble feet and quick wit, you may slip like a whisper among the off-duty guards. With silent grace, you can extinguish their watchful eyes, leaving naught but shadows in your wake. Meanwhile, the rest of us shall bide our time, ever ready to strike when the moment is ripe. Yet, remember, my friends, such a venture holds risks, for even the tiniest misstep can invite catastrophe.
Option Two, Bravery and Might: United in our strength and indomitable spirit, we can charge forth with unwavering courage! Together, we'll face the guards in the kitchen and guard room, wielding our weapons like the mightiest of titans. Once the way is clear, we'll march boldly to confront the very heart of darkness - the throne room itself. Yet, let us not underestimate the challenge before us, for the leader and his minions may prove formidable foes.
Option Three, Patience and Strategy: A plan that demands patience and cunning, like a hunter awaiting the perfect moment to strike. We shall lie in wait, concealed in the shadows, ready to pounce when the next guards arrive. Swiftly and silently, we'll remove this obstacle from our path, and then advance as one, resolute in our mission. Still, my comrades, we must remember that time is not on our side, and the risk of discovery looms ever present.
Know this, my friends, each of you possesses the heart of a hero, and your courage shall shine through in whichever path we take. As we move forward, let us stand united, for the bond that unites us is stronger than any darkness that dares to challenge us. Together, we shall rise above the shadows and carve our names into the annals of legend! So, speak your minds, my esteemed companions, and let our course be decided by the will of heroes!
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Seeming as there are no more questions for Bjorn, Ardana stands and sets him free. "Run east, until you reach the road. Do not turn back, we let you go in peace."
Tarysaa keeps an eye on the figure as he trots off into the woods and beyond. "He seems to be heading in the correct direction. Hopefully he doesn't run into that goblin party we met earlier." Finally turning about, she looks over at Clas, "I can not fault with what you said... even with the extra enthusiasm sprinkled in. We have some choices and less than an hour to do whatever it is we plan to do."
"If we can trust Bjorn's words, then none of the Zhentarim group are or possess what we seek, and they are not searching themselves for an item. So I guess that one of the slaves has what we seek. If that is true, we can subdue the diners and free the slaves, and may not need to risk general battle."
Ah, my valiant companions, let us not shy away from the call of heroism! The Zhentarim may not have what we seek, but their wicked ways will only sow chaos and despair if we do not act. We must be the shield that stands between them and the innocent, the sword that strikes down their malevolence!
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Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"We may very well prevail in battle, but helping Martha is our job here, and being keeping our eye on that is best. If you like, we can return when we don't have a task to finish."
Nim turns to Clas and Ardana as they converse and chimes in.
“I agree, I’m all for a scrap for it makes great inspiration for a song but what sense is there in killing when killing must need not be done? Besides as the brave Tiefling says we are on a schedule and bound to the task that Miss Sharnshield has bestowed upon us!
My heart May be lacking a few rungs in the ladder of bravery but alas I have no objections to making use of my quiet step and small stature. If we need to sneak through, scout ahead or steal from under a nose, consider my services rendered.”
He looks awfully proud of himself and stands hands locked behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels like a child showing off a new toy to a parent.
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Ardana and Clas also manage to climb, albeit using the traditional approach, after which it is easy to help everyone reach them.
You are again outside the big hole in the ground dug by the insectoid, the one that Wumgu, the surviving goblin, had revealed to you to be the possible secondary access.
"Who knew this uninviting hole led straight to our base?" Bjorn marvels, once he comes outside and looks around. "Thank goodness Mhurren didn't find out about it! Otherwise, he would have by no means content on mild surveillance ... he would have probably put us to work like mules to close it or make it collapse!"
"Well," the boy seems to feel relieved, despite the fine Hammer cold wind that keeps whispering in the hills "so you're here to attack the base? Did the Harpells send you?"
"No," he immediately reconsiders, however, "don't answer me, it really doesn't matter. I don't give a shit about Mhurren Flick anyway. Since the Zhentarim put us under his leadership, to give him the opportunity to found the his clandestine base near Longsaddle, where the Harpells won't even see us, he poses as a king! As a tyrant! He demands we snap at his every command, he admits no mistake or hesitation, he works his whip whenever he feels like it..."
"So, in there, in the service of that half-orc with delusions of grandeur, there are twelve of us - actually ten" he corrects himself "since I'm leaving and you've already killed Tobias. From the hole that I and Tobias were guarding you will come out in a corridor of the base. From there, going to the right you can find the kitchens, maybe something to eat... or maybe some of us eating. We work shifts all day between surveillance and rest, so you are likely to always find someone who eats. And in a closet we have a handful of prisoners. Slaves, you know, something like that. It's a trade that still pays off. Going to the left you'll arrive at the dormitory instead. Because of the shifts, you should find some of us sleeping. Continuing, you will arrive at the guard room, that of those who guard the main access. There are always four of them there... but with their eyes fixed on the main entrance; coming from inside you should surprise them. From that room, continuing straight, you arrive where is the throne. Need I tell you who took that room as his own? That's right! The so beloved Mhurren Flick!"
Ready to set off towards the unknown and freedom, Bjorn gives you a questioning look: "And that's all that comes to my mind... Is there anything else you want to know?"
"Certainly, " Ardana fixes him with a stare, "But first, how long before your shift change and you will be missed?"
As Clas leans over to the half-orc, Ilwythe, and whispers, he says, "She's good, a way to test the validity of his words and know when to ambush the new guards. Then there will only be eight of them left." He almost starts to laugh again, but catches himself, smiling wide at Ardana.
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"About one hour" Bjorn replies. "But, hey, the base is not very big... In an hour, you'll have plenty of time to wipe all out - unless, of course, things don't go the other way around" he winks. "But let's hope not".
Clas turns to Ilwythe with a friendly smile and a hearty pat on the back.
"Well, my stalwart friend,” Clas begins, his voice brimming with energy. "I couldn’t help but notice your impressive display of strength with those mighty hand axes of yours. Truly a sight to behold! They seem to fit your rugged appearance perfectly, like extensions of your own formidable spirit."
Clas takes a moment to study Ilwythe.
"Tell me, my friend, what brings you to this treacherous dungeon? Is it the allure of adventure? The chance to test your mettle against the forces of evil? Whatever the reason, I can’t help but feel that we make a formidable pair. Your strength and skill with those hand axes combined with my unwavering courage and indomitable spirit.. we could accomplish great feats together!”
Clas leans in slightly, lowering his voice to a more conversational tone, yet still brimming with excitement.
"I must confess, while the others may have their concerns about the Zhentarim, I see it as an opportunity for us to shine! With our combined might, we can turn the tide against this evil and emerge as the true heroes of this tale. What say you my friend? Are you ready to join me in whatever daring plan our friends come up with that will leave our foes in awe and our names spoken in hushed whispers?”
Clas awaits Ilwythe's response, his eyes shining with anticipation.
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
'And there it is,' Tarysaa thought. 'Back down the insect burrow again. Traverse the tunnel again. Somehow climb up to and through the hole until all are in. THEN go room to room subduing or killing until attempting the throne room and the half-orc 'taskmaster'. All within the next hour.' She took a moment to relax her shoulders and clean up her garb with a simple twitch and word. "Do we let him go or just kill him here so he won't warn the others in the den?" She aimed a thin lipped smile and an arched eyebrow at Bjorn as he finished babbling out his directions.
Ardana looks back at Tarysaa and reiterates, "Of course we will let him go, once he is out of sight we can continue back into the complex until we find what it is we seek."
She turns back to Bjorn:
"Boy, can you tell us if Mherrum or any others have magic or divine powers?"
"Hey!" Bjorn starts raising the voice, at Tarysaa's question "We had a deal! And if you only think of breaking it, just be sure that I'll scream so high that all Zhentarim in a 10 miles range will become aware of you!"
But the boy is clearly relieved by Ardana's words; he looks at her with... what it will be? Surprise? Respect? Affection? Anyway, he tells her: "Thank you, loyal one. Maybe, after all, you really would have been a woman I could trust. It's a pity we didn't meet in better circumstances. May I know your name? I hope I have not hit you too hard, before, in the tunnel, as you leapt at me. It was istinct, I... You are ok, I hope?"
"Anyway," he comes closer, whispering in Ardana's ear
For Ardana:
"be cautious, will you? Don't trust that merciless elf girl too much... She was ready to kill me, just because she was seeing an advantage in that. I don't pretend to be better - I don't want to fool you, I might have done the same. Just beware... One day she might see an advantage in killing you... and what then? So... don't turn your back to her".
Finally, the prisoner replies about the magic, laughing out loudly: "Mhurren? Magic? He would not be able to recognize magic even should it explode under his sorry ass! No, he has no kind of magic support, he can count only on his brutality (which is remarkable, by the way) and in his handful of followers - simple people like me".
“I come here for the allure of being able to eat tomorrow. I’ll join you if that means I live another day.”
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There are so many fellow adventurers already up that, in spite of some difficulty, some of them lend you a hand and you get soon up with them.
As the others escort Bjorn back the surface, Daisy stays behind. With Ilwythe [assuming] having retrieved his axe and pulled the body of Tobias into his makeshift grave, the dwarf covers the body and then begins the chore of making an easy path up to the hole above. Like a child playing with wooden blocks, the druid scoops squares of soil and stacks them atop of each other in a staggered manner to provide the group a set of impromptu steps.
Daisy plops down at the base of the steps and takes the quiet moment to relax. A light chuckle comes from the dwarf after she take a refreshing sip from her waterskin. What have you got yourself into, girl.
It takes a while but two things dwarves usually don't lack are patience and tenacity... By the time the rest of the party takes to get back to the start of the tunnel, climb up to the surface and have a happy chat with Bjorn, Daisy manages to improvise a rudimentary natural ladder that allows to climb the 20' altitude where the hole in the wall is located.
As for the allure of food and survival, fret not, my friend! In this grand adventure, there will be plenty of opportunities to feast and find glory. We shall carve our names in history, and tales of our bravery will echo through the ages!
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Clas turns to face the party.
Ah, my valiant comrades, let us tread carefully in these shadowed depths. As we stand at this crucial juncture, let us not forget the weight of our choices. The path we take may lead us to glory or peril, and the stakes are high. In this dark realm, we must be vigilant and wise.
Option One, Stealth and Subtlety: Nimblestep, with your nimble feet and quick wit, you may slip like a whisper among the off-duty guards. With silent grace, you can extinguish their watchful eyes, leaving naught but shadows in your wake. Meanwhile, the rest of us shall bide our time, ever ready to strike when the moment is ripe. Yet, remember, my friends, such a venture holds risks, for even the tiniest misstep can invite catastrophe.
Option Two, Bravery and Might: United in our strength and indomitable spirit, we can charge forth with unwavering courage! Together, we'll face the guards in the kitchen and guard room, wielding our weapons like the mightiest of titans. Once the way is clear, we'll march boldly to confront the very heart of darkness - the throne room itself. Yet, let us not underestimate the challenge before us, for the leader and his minions may prove formidable foes.
Option Three, Patience and Strategy: A plan that demands patience and cunning, like a hunter awaiting the perfect moment to strike. We shall lie in wait, concealed in the shadows, ready to pounce when the next guards arrive. Swiftly and silently, we'll remove this obstacle from our path, and then advance as one, resolute in our mission. Still, my comrades, we must remember that time is not on our side, and the risk of discovery looms ever present.
Know this, my friends, each of you possesses the heart of a hero, and your courage shall shine through in whichever path we take. As we move forward, let us stand united, for the bond that unites us is stronger than any darkness that dares to challenge us. Together, we shall rise above the shadows and carve our names into the annals of legend! So, speak your minds, my esteemed companions, and let our course be decided by the will of heroes!
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Seeming as there are no more questions for Bjorn, Ardana stands and sets him free. "Run east, until you reach the road. Do not turn back, we let you go in peace."
Tarysaa keeps an eye on the figure as he trots off into the woods and beyond. "He seems to be heading in the correct direction. Hopefully he doesn't run into that goblin party we met earlier." Finally turning about, she looks over at Clas, "I can not fault with what you said... even with the extra enthusiasm sprinkled in. We have some choices and less than an hour to do whatever it is we plan to do."
"If we can trust Bjorn's words, then none of the Zhentarim group are or possess what we seek, and they are not searching themselves for an item. So I guess that one of the slaves has what we seek. If that is true, we can subdue the diners and free the slaves, and may not need to risk general battle."
Ah, my valiant companions, let us not shy away from the call of heroism! The Zhentarim may not have what we seek, but their wicked ways will only sow chaos and despair if we do not act. We must be the shield that stands between them and the innocent, the sword that strikes down their malevolence!
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"We may very well prevail in battle, but helping Martha is our job here, and being keeping our eye on that is best. If you like, we can return when we don't have a task to finish."
Nim turns to Clas and Ardana as they converse and chimes in.
“I agree, I’m all for a scrap for it makes great inspiration for a song but what sense is there in killing when killing must need not be done? Besides as the brave Tiefling says we are on a schedule and bound to the task that Miss Sharnshield has bestowed upon us!
My heart May be lacking a few rungs in the ladder of bravery but alas I have no objections to making use of my quiet step and small stature. If we need to sneak through, scout ahead or steal from under a nose, consider my services rendered.”
He looks awfully proud of himself and stands hands locked behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels like a child showing off a new toy to a parent.