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<blockquote data-quote="Brimshack" data-source="post: 4223058" data-attributes="member: 34694"><p>The little fur-ball was getting dumber, I was sure of it. Granted, I hadn’t known him very long, and he didn’t seem too bright to begin with. But his illness was very noticeable in the last battle; it had made him weak and ineffective. It wasn’t just that he was a lethargic little bundle of ratted yarn. He was having real trouble concentrating on just about anything. Whenever he seemed to have to make a decision, the little fellow would just sit and stare all glassy-eyed, and then he would <s>do the dumbest thing poss</s>, …let’s just say that he would make a less than optimal decision.</p><p></p><p>So, there we are lining up against a wall outside the brothel, and Blizzard (that’s his name as it turns out) is just staring at the ground, like he is trying to hide in his own shadow. To make matters worse, both Carla and Kristen are starting to get that same glassy look in their eyes. They had been watching the Waggamaeph and asking a lot of questions about his behavior. Now they were starting to act just like him. Here we were about to storm the brothel, and we had 3 sick people with us. I knew they were sick; I just didn’t know how to heal them. All I could do now is hope that they would do what needed to be done.</p><p></p><p>I gently took the Waggie by the shoulder and pulled him back up against the wall. He responded first by sniffing and then licking my fingers. It was so cute.</p><p></p><p>The building was 2 stories high, and it had a basement. There were no windows anywhere, and there was just one door, which was always guarded. There were always a couple archers watching through a window in the building directly across the street from the doorway. It was a simple layout, but an effective one, limiting the exits for their women and forcing people such as the lot of us to come through a single avenue of attack.</p><p></p><p>Appropriately enough, we had a simple plan to penetrate this simple layout. Seamus and Michael would walk up together and ask to be let in. Once the door was open, they would attack the door guards and keep the doorway open while the rest of us charged around the corner. We felt pretty confident that we could handle the archers across the street with our own missile specialists, or bring them down with spells if nothing else. Our biggest worry was that the front door might be closed and then the whole attack would be over (not to mention that anyone stuck on the inside of the door would be as good as dead). So, the key to the plan was moving fast around the corner. That, and Seamus and Michael had to survive for a little while on their own.</p><p></p><p>But would the sick members of our party even act in time? I have to admit my dear reader; I was very very VERY worried.</p><p></p><p>I could hear Michael’s voice at the doorway around the corner. He was explaining that he liked the girl from the night before and wanted to “…have another go.” (OH! I am SO disappointed in him. Did I mention this? A man of his stature! …and with normally impeccable etiquette, standing there slobbering over the pleasures of a woman of ill repute. Never mind that! …a slave who had no choice but to serve his desires. It’s just not right. I expected better of Michael. I really did. I mean, I know that was the whole plan, and it gave us a chance to learn the layout of the building, but Cheese&crackers! Couldn’t he have just said he really only wanted to talk or something? ...Men!) I could also hear Seamus’ footsteps actually. And I could hear someone else’s voice…</p><p></p><p>Then I looked down and saw the little waggamaeph. He had a bug cupped in his paws and he was listening to it buzz. I had to pull him back into the shadow a bit. He just looked up at me and grinned. I don't think he remembered at all why we were there at that moment. All of my goshes! I thought, we are doomed. Just doomed! I looked back to see how Carla was doing and she had her sword out, which was good, but she was just staring off into space. And for the first time since the door closed behind us in that warehouse, I really thought I was going to die. I wanted so badly to call the whole thing off. I thought, what do I say? How do I get Seamus and Michael away without warning the bad guys that something was up.</p><p></p><p>And then I heard someone draw a sword. I don’t even remember hearing the code words to begin the attack. I just heard the sword. So, I gripped my staff hard and looked down as I began moving foreword. There was a small bug flittering about where the waggamaeph had been a moment ago. A little dust wafted up off the ground at the corner of the building, and someone was screaming around the corner; I didn’t recognize the voice behind the screams. It wasn’t one of my friends though, that much at least I was happy to know.</p><p></p><p>I ran around the corner as fast as I could. Stepping over a dead guard, I found the waggamaeph, Michael, and Seamus beating up on a second who was struggling to get out of its chair and fend off all the blades and claws whirling about the area. A small table with a ledger had been pushed over just in front of the door, and a couple slips of paper lay strewn about the entrance. Down past the frakus was a hall way. A row of doors stretched along it’s right hand side. At the very end the hall, it took a sharp left hand turn. A large double doorway could be found at the end of the hall. I knew in advance that the double doors at the end of the hallway led to an open barroom and general entertainment area. The hall would make a full horseshoe turn in front of that doorway running back along the other side of the wall to our left. There would be more doors along the far side of that hallway, and a spiral staircase leading up to the second floor would be at its end (putting it just on the other side of the wall left of the entrance). I wasn’t exactly sure where the entrance lay to the basement, but I was eventually to learn that a narrow hall proceeded out of the open barroom straight down aways and into a dingy unfinished basement.</p><p></p><p>I saw no-one in need of healing, so I simply strode foreword and added my quarterstaff to the hazards facing the remaining door guard. I can’t say that I had much hope of harming him, but the distraction would leave him open to attack from people more effective in combat than I. It was kind of mean to gang up on him like that, but I just thought about those poor helpless women. If it took this man's death to free them, then I would shoulder my share of the burden to make that happen.</p><p></p><p>Counting myself, there were now four people inside the front door. Well, three people and one angry bundle of lint, one that had thankfully remembered to attack the enemy when it was supposed to. I could see arrows begin to pepper the window on the far side of the street behind me as others turned their fire on the archers behind it. None hit their mark, but I felt certain it was just a matter of time. Most of the hallway lay open before us, and the rest of my friends were not at all far behind.</p><p></p><p>We were in.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Brimshack, post: 4223058, member: 34694"] The little fur-ball was getting dumber, I was sure of it. Granted, I hadn’t known him very long, and he didn’t seem too bright to begin with. But his illness was very noticeable in the last battle; it had made him weak and ineffective. It wasn’t just that he was a lethargic little bundle of ratted yarn. He was having real trouble concentrating on just about anything. Whenever he seemed to have to make a decision, the little fellow would just sit and stare all glassy-eyed, and then he would [S]do the dumbest thing poss[/S], …let’s just say that he would make a less than optimal decision. So, there we are lining up against a wall outside the brothel, and Blizzard (that’s his name as it turns out) is just staring at the ground, like he is trying to hide in his own shadow. To make matters worse, both Carla and Kristen are starting to get that same glassy look in their eyes. They had been watching the Waggamaeph and asking a lot of questions about his behavior. Now they were starting to act just like him. Here we were about to storm the brothel, and we had 3 sick people with us. I knew they were sick; I just didn’t know how to heal them. All I could do now is hope that they would do what needed to be done. I gently took the Waggie by the shoulder and pulled him back up against the wall. He responded first by sniffing and then licking my fingers. It was so cute. The building was 2 stories high, and it had a basement. There were no windows anywhere, and there was just one door, which was always guarded. There were always a couple archers watching through a window in the building directly across the street from the doorway. It was a simple layout, but an effective one, limiting the exits for their women and forcing people such as the lot of us to come through a single avenue of attack. Appropriately enough, we had a simple plan to penetrate this simple layout. Seamus and Michael would walk up together and ask to be let in. Once the door was open, they would attack the door guards and keep the doorway open while the rest of us charged around the corner. We felt pretty confident that we could handle the archers across the street with our own missile specialists, or bring them down with spells if nothing else. Our biggest worry was that the front door might be closed and then the whole attack would be over (not to mention that anyone stuck on the inside of the door would be as good as dead). So, the key to the plan was moving fast around the corner. That, and Seamus and Michael had to survive for a little while on their own. But would the sick members of our party even act in time? I have to admit my dear reader; I was very very VERY worried. I could hear Michael’s voice at the doorway around the corner. He was explaining that he liked the girl from the night before and wanted to “…have another go.” (OH! I am SO disappointed in him. Did I mention this? A man of his stature! …and with normally impeccable etiquette, standing there slobbering over the pleasures of a woman of ill repute. Never mind that! …a slave who had no choice but to serve his desires. It’s just not right. I expected better of Michael. I really did. I mean, I know that was the whole plan, and it gave us a chance to learn the layout of the building, but Cheese&crackers! Couldn’t he have just said he really only wanted to talk or something? ...Men!) I could also hear Seamus’ footsteps actually. And I could hear someone else’s voice… Then I looked down and saw the little waggamaeph. He had a bug cupped in his paws and he was listening to it buzz. I had to pull him back into the shadow a bit. He just looked up at me and grinned. I don't think he remembered at all why we were there at that moment. All of my goshes! I thought, we are doomed. Just doomed! I looked back to see how Carla was doing and she had her sword out, which was good, but she was just staring off into space. And for the first time since the door closed behind us in that warehouse, I really thought I was going to die. I wanted so badly to call the whole thing off. I thought, what do I say? How do I get Seamus and Michael away without warning the bad guys that something was up. And then I heard someone draw a sword. I don’t even remember hearing the code words to begin the attack. I just heard the sword. So, I gripped my staff hard and looked down as I began moving foreword. There was a small bug flittering about where the waggamaeph had been a moment ago. A little dust wafted up off the ground at the corner of the building, and someone was screaming around the corner; I didn’t recognize the voice behind the screams. It wasn’t one of my friends though, that much at least I was happy to know. I ran around the corner as fast as I could. Stepping over a dead guard, I found the waggamaeph, Michael, and Seamus beating up on a second who was struggling to get out of its chair and fend off all the blades and claws whirling about the area. A small table with a ledger had been pushed over just in front of the door, and a couple slips of paper lay strewn about the entrance. Down past the frakus was a hall way. A row of doors stretched along it’s right hand side. At the very end the hall, it took a sharp left hand turn. A large double doorway could be found at the end of the hall. I knew in advance that the double doors at the end of the hallway led to an open barroom and general entertainment area. The hall would make a full horseshoe turn in front of that doorway running back along the other side of the wall to our left. There would be more doors along the far side of that hallway, and a spiral staircase leading up to the second floor would be at its end (putting it just on the other side of the wall left of the entrance). I wasn’t exactly sure where the entrance lay to the basement, but I was eventually to learn that a narrow hall proceeded out of the open barroom straight down aways and into a dingy unfinished basement. I saw no-one in need of healing, so I simply strode foreword and added my quarterstaff to the hazards facing the remaining door guard. I can’t say that I had much hope of harming him, but the distraction would leave him open to attack from people more effective in combat than I. It was kind of mean to gang up on him like that, but I just thought about those poor helpless women. If it took this man's death to free them, then I would shoulder my share of the burden to make that happen. Counting myself, there were now four people inside the front door. Well, three people and one angry bundle of lint, one that had thankfully remembered to attack the enemy when it was supposed to. I could see arrows begin to pepper the window on the far side of the street behind me as others turned their fire on the archers behind it. None hit their mark, but I felt certain it was just a matter of time. Most of the hallway lay open before us, and the rest of my friends were not at all far behind. We were in. [/QUOTE]
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