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Mornok slings his warhammer as quickly as he'd drawn it and grabs the dragonborn's wrist, wrenching it behind him just hard enough to let him know that he is no longer in charge of his own body. He orders the new prisoner to put his other arm behind his back and grabs it with his other hand...

That one's a bit too much of a stretch. [emoji14]

You already had the dracolich move this turn. It flew over Mord and wing buffeted himand his minion. Can he move twice or is that just an oversight?

We try to keep our OOC chat here, also, I didn't say we split up just that he wasn't keeping up with her as well as he'd like. (Mainly because of yhat uber stealth roll.)

Dandin showed unusual skill as he followed along. He had some trouble keeping pace behind their guide, but using a spell he was able to help co-ordinate the scouting party's actions.

Mornok follows the others, warhammer out and ready to go. He doesn't worry about stealth so much as speed at this ppint, relying on the smoke to mask his identity and intent.

Mornok smirked at lyle for a moment. "Ye c'd prolly pass fer one o' them dragon rats wit' a bit o' work, from a distance may'aps. But fer' us, it'd be about impossible." He glances back at the trio of cultists and frowns. "When that lot wakes up they'll 'ave our descriptions. We'd best not...

Dandin smiles encouragingly at Lionel. He understood his friend's feelings on the matter and was just happy to see that he hadn't closed up on himself after leaving on their first journey. "Thanks, I'm sure they'll appreciate some help here. We'll see you again soon I'm sure."

Fitz said 'Tommi woke to find the common room as busy as the night before.' I think he means you already went down stairs. That, or we ended up bunking up in the room as the Inn is obviously over-loaded.

"Right, well I'm sneaky enough, and if we need to I could make a couple of us a bit better than they are for about an hour or so."

"I can 'try' asking around, though I'm not sure how successful I might be."

Dandin came down from his room, rubbing his sleeve on an apple. He smiled merrily at thhis friends and came over to sit with them. "Was that a raid I heard last night? I could've sworn I heard our mini-balista being fired." Once being updated on the situation and the plan he nodded solemnly...

Harb considers wgat he can see, taking in every detail he can before returning to descrive everything to the group as a whole. "I suggest we traverse the hall one at a time, just to be safe. Also, can we secure a rope to the walls along the way, in case the floor can somehow move? We may need...

Satisfied that he wasn't about to be attacked from this arrow slit, harb went back to moving forward. He focussed on studying the floor, but the smoke from his torch was beginning to make his eye water.

Harb takes out a rope and ties it securely around his waste, throwing the other end back to the others. Once they have is securely in-hand, he continues forward, tapping the floor and searching for any further signs of this or other potential traps.

Mornok puts a finger to his mouth and then gestures with 2 fingers to his eyes and then pointing them towards the wizard. He does his vest for now to simply try to see any kind of identifying symbology on the wizard's clothing or gear although he does look at the others as well.

"The floor here is not solid. I can't be sure but I suspect the trigger for the the trap is elsewhere."

"As ye say lad, we c'n try if'n ye think ye c'n pull it off." Mornok headed for the bushes in question, looking for a way in for a full sized dwarf.

Mornok grumbles incoherently as he raises his hand again, aiming for Ishka. This time he actually got the spell off, but still missed his mark. Grumbling he drew his warhammer and bore down on the thug, hoping to give the man a reason to worry.

Seeing no immediate danger on their way into the structure Harb went to the corridor and frowned into the darkness. He had no way of seeing without a light source, and he'd need to see to spot any traps before setting them off. Regretfully, he stowed his bow, held his staff with one hand and lit...