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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 9749886" data-attributes="member: 59816">Team InfiltrateLorent's illusory fire drove the oxen to stomp away from the grate in a mild panic. Terrin threw his javelin, which clattered to the floor, lost to him. Copper shoved the wagon, his powerful giant's body leaning in. The wheels creaked and the wagon rolled until it reached the hallway, where Copper turned it slightly to wedge it in place diagonally. This act was fortuitous, as it stopped the elf fanatic from reaching them. Instead, he climbed up on one of the wedged-in wheels and breathed poisonous gas at Copper, who managed to duck and run in time to avoid it.Down the hallway, the cultists and mercenaries were getting organized to lift the portcullis, which they succeeded in doing. But this act turned out to be a mistake. The portcullis appeared for a brief moment to lock in place, and they began to swarm their way under it, but Copper's sabotage of the wheel-drum worked better than he even might have expected. It gave way as the troop moved under, and the gate came crashing down on one particularly unfortunate mercenary, who became pinned underneath, barely breathing. Those gathered there were forced to stop their advance to try to save their comrade (or if they didn't individually care about him, they still would need to work to bring the portcullis up once more).Rowlow, having extricated the imprisoned cultist, returned to join Getan behind the table, taking his crossbow back and chuckling grimly at the antics of the others.</blockquote>

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