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Narrhil nods in agreement, "thank you Sir Tillak, still I am concerned for Votin and this Kondor, he was another of you companions, how many were you?"
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Caveman wrote:
Narrhil nods in agreement, "thank you Sir Tillak, still I am concerned for Votin and this Kondor, he was another of you companions, how many were you?"
"Yes, Kondor, Votin, abd even my fellow Esquimaux, a cleric of Kraken. All gone." Tillak muses for a minute, wondering if they'll come across this Malak.
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Malak had a bounty on his head, and he was within Tillak's grasp.......
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[Is Tillak stopping his skinning of the wolf's warm hide to hang these bottles on the cellar door with Narrhil?]
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"You have seen difficult times, friend Tillak, let us hope with the grace of Yikkorth, that we can escape this dark place," said Narrhil grimly.
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Tillak continues carving hide for a coat while Narrhil climbs the stairs with sinew rope and bottles of wine to set a trap.
The fire burns. The wind howls. And Xathoqqua laughs.
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Narrhil turns, he notes Tillak working at skinning the wolf...
'Thought I heard a laugh,' he thinks to himself, 'must be the wind!'
He sets a trip trap using the sinew, and attaches a few of the bottles and leaves then tucked under the ledge of the first step. He also trails the cord down the stairs and into the chamber and attaches four more of the empty bottles to it. Any disturbance with rattle the bottles at the top of the stairs, and down here in the cellar.
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Caveman wrote:
Narrhil turns, he notes Tillak working at skinning the wolf...
'Thought I heard a laugh,' he thinks to himself, 'must be the wind!'
He sets a trip trap using the sinew, and attaches a few of the bottles and leaves then tucked under the ledge of the first step. He also trails the cord down the stairs and into the chamber and attaches four more of the empty bottles to it. Any disturbance with rattle the bottles at the top of the stairs, and down here in the cellar.
[Just so you clearly envision. There is no ledge of the step. This passage is carved out within the thick stone wall, it's barely 2 feet wide and very steep down to the cellar, which is a stone space carved out of the bedrock itself. It is a chore to get yourself with pack and armor up and down, and getting those 2 large wolves down was a miracle.]
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OOC: Did Tillak hear laughter, too?
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SullyB74 wrote:
OOC: Did Tillak hear laughter, too?
[No.]
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OOC: Caveman, I'm going to finish skinning the wolves, then I'll give you a hand.
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[DM rolls some dice...]
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Narrhil descends the tight stairway rejoining Tillak as the WArlock strips the last of the skin from the carcass next to the small firepit. He holds it up and checks that it will make a decent fit as a wrap. Suddenly their blood freezes in their veins. Voices from above! Unmistakeable!
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Narrhil looks at Tillak startled, "perhaps your comrades have returned?"
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Caveman wrote:
Narrhil looks at Tillak startled, "perhaps your comrades have returned?"
Tillak strains to hear the voices and determine who they are. Kondor? Votin? Gundrabu?
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SullyB74 wrote:
Caveman wrote:
Narrhil looks at Tillak startled, "perhaps your comrades have returned?"
Tillak strains to hear the voices and determine who they are. Kondor? Votin? Gundrabu?
Tillak cannot understand the words. The voices are deep and ragged.
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Narrhil readies his wand of Freezing and hopes he does not have to use it.
"If they come down the stairs, we need to know if they friend or foe before they get to us, or I will destroy them no matter their allegiances," he hisses to Tillak...
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Narrhil readies his wand of Freezing and hopes he does not have to use it.
"If they come down the stairs, we need to know if they friend or foe before they get to us, or I will destroy them no matter their allegiances," he hisses to Tillak...
Tillak readies his war pick.
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Seconds feel like hours as the gruff voices come nearer to the cellar door above. The words are a language neither of you recognize, more animal than human.
Then, there is a sudden suck of the fire's smoke upward followed by a crashing of breaking glass and the splat of wine on stone as the trap is sprung!
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"Orcs?" whispers Narrhil.
As the trap is sprung, the cryomancer shouts up the stairs, "acknowledge yourselves, or die!"
He prepares his wand to blast the stairway with cold and ice once it is packed with the enemy...
[OOC: if only one comes down, he will let Tillak kill him with his blade, and he will guard the stairway against more intruders... ]