Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 25, 2012 15:56:36 GMT -6
Mads bolts for the rabbit hole just as the vault door is heaved wider and at least four grim looking fighting-Men rush in to capture him.
Alas there is not a moment to grab the note, for he only just squirms into the hole with strong hands grabbing and clawing after his feet, and it is only with the loss of his shoes that he gets into the hole!
"The vault's empty!" observe the Men.
"Bring that crossbow!" barks a harsh voice among them.
Mads is only thankful that their bulky mail and helms mean they cannot easily follow... for now.
Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 30, 2012 16:02:59 GMT -6
Up front, Rufus sees that the cocoons vary in size up to water-melon sized. There are a few dozen of them, all along the floors and walls. It might be possible to wriggle between them, but certainly not without coming into contact with them.
Upon initial investigation, they seems to be quite soft and pliant; they seem like fluffy balls of super-fine silk, but that have an insidious pong about them.
"Spider eggs", suggests Rufus. "I hate spiders, we need to get out of here".
"Well we need to clear a path through them; any suggests back there?", asks Rufus. "Do you have any spells else I will burn this first catacomb with my torch, with my dagger ready to squash/kill anything that moves".
Last Edit: Nov 1, 2012 4:51:56 GMT -6 by heartless
[Hinterlands] Rufus Brandystoe (the quick), Halfling, (Locksmith extraordinaire), Thief 1 [Moria] Lady Éohild (Noble of Rohan), Women, Fighter 3
Post by waysoftheearth on Nov 6, 2012 21:03:39 GMT -6
"No spells that will go through a Halfling's backside," grumbles Dugel.
"I can hardly breath, or see," coughs Wendel, "and I am not accustomed to crawling upon my hands and knees through filth!"
Rufus shrugs off their complaints and pushes his torch into the first of the melon-sized wads of silk. The flame is subdued for a moment, but then the silk quickly takes and an impassable conflagration of flames shoots up all of a sudden, forcing Rufus to shield his face and back into his fellows as hard as he is able.
Those behind him complain bitterly of the inconvenience, and the acrid, choking smoke that churns all around them, threatening to suffocate.
Behind, Mads hears the Men working busily at getting someone out of his helm and mail, and worse yet... someone muttering that he has sighted them, and the distinct thwack of a crossbow being fired [1d20=19!] and scorching pain as a bolt penetrates him between the shoulders for [3dd=1,2,2] 4 hit points of damage.
Post by waysoftheearth on Nov 7, 2012 16:14:51 GMT -6
The fire burns intolerably hot for a some 30 seconds, and then quickly dies down. Allowing Rufus to pushes his way through the choking ashes and glowering embers. There must have been at least a dozen of the cocoons, possibly more, but they are all char and ash now. Ahead, Rufus sees a very narrow stair ascending steeply.
Behind, he hears Dugel and Wendel coughing and complaining.
[OOC: How nice it would have been to wriggle past the cocoons and then set them afire as the pursuit was among them...]
Post by waysoftheearth on Nov 10, 2012 19:42:57 GMT -6
Rufus scales the narrow stair as quickly and cautiously as he is able... it seems to go on and on and on. The Halfling's short legs are aching long before the stair ends.
Behind him, Dugel and Wendel seem to be falling further back. No matter, they can catch up in their own good time.
By the time Rufus reaches a new flat section his torch is beginning to burn low. There comes the echo of voices cursing and the sound of a struggle from somewhere off behind him... but he can't even see that far back in the darkness now.
Besides, a long way off ahead, he sees a tiny patch of brightness that might even be daylight? Is that a faint breath of fresh air on his face?
Post by waysoftheearth on Nov 11, 2012 20:16:16 GMT -6
Rufus makes good toward the light, and after twenty minutes of variously crawling, wriggling and otherwise scurrying through the dark, narrow passage, passing other openings to who know where, Rufus at last forces himself out of a rusty, long disused iron grate and into the morning light.
He has apparently emerged half way up the side of the rocky knoll upon which Ket squats. The town wall looms high above high, while arrayed before him he sees the sludgy sewers of Ket draining into the choked up waterway that irrigates the surround patchwork vista of farmsteads and fields.
From within the tunnel there still comes the distant echo of pursuit. But from his vantage, Rufus sees the tiny farm folk beginning their day, and also spies several small groups of men who seem to be moving across the fields to converge upon a run down barn in the middle of nowhere... interesting.
With no need to wait here to be captured, and no better plan, Rufus decides to follow them...
(Rufus, please go to thread 44. Call it a bit of "refereeing" in order to bring the planets into alignment! )