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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 3902347" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p><strong><u>Session 4: Exeunt the Dragons</u></strong></p><p></p><p>"There's only six here," Thalas pointed out. In the distance, they could hear the sounds of scurrying, booted feet, then all went silent. "So do we defend here, or attack? I say we attack -- get them while they are off balance!"</p><p></p><p>"We'd better barricade one of the doors," Quinn suggested, "that way we can retreat to this room if we have to."</p><p></p><p>They quickly piled the bunks against the back door to the room, then readied their weapons and proceeded out into the hallway by which they entered, and followed it in the opposite direction. About fifty feet down the corridor was an open door on the left; glancing down it revealed a short passage that opened into what looked like a mess hall.</p><p></p><p>"There's a mess hall that way," Quinn said, "and further on a large practice room. I didn't get to explore all of it. Back that way, or do we go on?"</p><p></p><p>"Wait," Morderas interrupted, "I hear something. There's something making a pounding sound down the hall ahead."</p><p></p><p>Thalas concentrated, but couldn't hear anything. Athal set out down the hall, though, so he was obliged to follow with Arjan, Korlick, Rhiannon, Morderas, and Quinn following. The passed around a couple of corners, passing through a room that could have been the kennel for a large dog, and then Thalas could hear the pounding of what sounded like a fist against a wall coming to the left of the hallway up ahead. A weak voice called out: "Help me!"</p><p></p><p>They rushed forward. The hallway beyond the kennel was perhaps fifty feet long, and had a series of small cells on the left side with locked doors that had small barred windows set high up. The pounding and voice came from the first one.</p><p></p><p>Morderas and Athal conferred, then forced the door open when Morderas proved unable to open the lock. Inside the cell was an elven male who had been stripped and tied. He was a bit bruised, but otherwise not too badly injured. He blinked at the torchlight spilling in from the open doorway.</p><p></p><p>"Thank you for freeing me!" he said. "My name is Kithkanan. I was looking about the Taxidermists Hall looking for someone, when a couple of masked men grabbed me, hit me over the head, and when I woke up I was stripped of my equipment and found myself down here."</p><p></p><p>"Did anyone pass by?" Athal asked. "And have you heard of Vanthus Vanderboren? Any idea where he is?"</p><p></p><p>The elf shook his head. "I haven't been here long, and I don't know anyone here. A man in black did come running by, past my cell, a few minutes ago. But that's it. By the by, do you know Rufus?"</p><p></p><p>"Rufus?" Morderas asked. "No. Should we?"</p><p></p><p>"He's who I was looking for," Kithkanan replied, "but it isn't that important now. Can I come with you? I don't know the way out, and I'd hate to run into any more thugs. I'm pretty good in a fight."</p><p></p><p>Athal looked at the others, then shrugged. "I guess. Here, have a dagger." He passed a weapon to the elf. <em>Another elf ... probably more trustworthy than these other folks we've picked up. We haven't seen any elves among the thugs here. But now we've probably got half the elven population of Sasserine in this party! Better give him something so he doesn't embarrass himself</em></p><p></p><p>Thalas considered, then unslung his longbow and quiver. "Here," he said, handing it to Kithkanan. "You can use this until we escape. It'll do you more good than the dagger."</p><p></p><p>"Thanks," Kithkanan replied in elven. "I will put it to good use."</p><p></p><p>They continued down the corridor, entering a rectangular chamber just as a man in black was bending over a slight, grey-haired man strapped down on a rack in the corner.</p><p></p><p>"Save me!" the racked man shouted as the man in black whirled, swinging a red-hot poker in front of him as a sword."</p><p></p><p><em>This rescuing people bit is getting to be a habit,</em> Thalas thought as he charged in behind Athal. The thug was quite proficient at dodging Athal's blows, though he was also unable to strike Athal with his poker. At least, he was until Korlick bounded past and ripped the man's throat out with a snarl.</p><p></p><p>"Best keep that beast well fed, Arjan," Thalas said, "I'd hate to have him come after me. He's a better fighter than you and Morderas combined!"</p><p></p><p>"Cut me free, my lords," the man on the rack begged. "I'll reward you well if you get me out of here."</p><p></p><p>"Let's kill him and get going before we get attacked," Morderas suggested, stropping his short sword on his armor. </p><p></p><p>"No!" Arjan protested.</p><p></p><p>"I agree with Arjan," Athal added. Kithkanan looked confused.</p><p></p><p>"We're almost certain to get ambushed any time," Thalas said. "But we can't kill a prisoner in cold blood. We'd best take him along. We don't have time to escort him out."</p><p></p><p>"No sir, please, take me out of here!" the man begged. "Just back to my home. It isn't far. I'm Kirsh, the silk merchant, and I have shop in the Merchant District. Don't make me stay down here with these thugs!"</p><p></p><p>"I'll take him out," Athal offered. "It won't take long."</p><p></p><p>"No, That will just split us up, and you may get ambushed yourself," Thalas countered. "Rhiannon, keep an eye on him, and keep him ut of trouble. We'll keep him with use until we either find Vanthus or find a way out."</p><p></p><p>Kirsh protested, but Rhiannon took him by the arm and silenced him. The group formed up, but the only exit that could be seen from the torture chamber was a door into a small room that was probably the barracks for the torturer they had killed.</p><p></p><p>Morderas poked around a bit behind the iron maiden, though, and eventually opened a concealed door behind it. A reek pf stagnant water came from the bricked passage beyond, by Thalas just shrugged and followed the others.</p><p></p><p><em>Vanthus has got to be here somewhere. We owe him.</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 3902347, member: 5868"] [b][u]Session 4: Exeunt the Dragons[/u][/b] "There's only six here," Thalas pointed out. In the distance, they could hear the sounds of scurrying, booted feet, then all went silent. "So do we defend here, or attack? I say we attack -- get them while they are off balance!" "We'd better barricade one of the doors," Quinn suggested, "that way we can retreat to this room if we have to." They quickly piled the bunks against the back door to the room, then readied their weapons and proceeded out into the hallway by which they entered, and followed it in the opposite direction. About fifty feet down the corridor was an open door on the left; glancing down it revealed a short passage that opened into what looked like a mess hall. "There's a mess hall that way," Quinn said, "and further on a large practice room. I didn't get to explore all of it. Back that way, or do we go on?" "Wait," Morderas interrupted, "I hear something. There's something making a pounding sound down the hall ahead." Thalas concentrated, but couldn't hear anything. Athal set out down the hall, though, so he was obliged to follow with Arjan, Korlick, Rhiannon, Morderas, and Quinn following. The passed around a couple of corners, passing through a room that could have been the kennel for a large dog, and then Thalas could hear the pounding of what sounded like a fist against a wall coming to the left of the hallway up ahead. A weak voice called out: "Help me!" They rushed forward. The hallway beyond the kennel was perhaps fifty feet long, and had a series of small cells on the left side with locked doors that had small barred windows set high up. The pounding and voice came from the first one. Morderas and Athal conferred, then forced the door open when Morderas proved unable to open the lock. Inside the cell was an elven male who had been stripped and tied. He was a bit bruised, but otherwise not too badly injured. He blinked at the torchlight spilling in from the open doorway. "Thank you for freeing me!" he said. "My name is Kithkanan. I was looking about the Taxidermists Hall looking for someone, when a couple of masked men grabbed me, hit me over the head, and when I woke up I was stripped of my equipment and found myself down here." "Did anyone pass by?" Athal asked. "And have you heard of Vanthus Vanderboren? Any idea where he is?" The elf shook his head. "I haven't been here long, and I don't know anyone here. A man in black did come running by, past my cell, a few minutes ago. But that's it. By the by, do you know Rufus?" "Rufus?" Morderas asked. "No. Should we?" "He's who I was looking for," Kithkanan replied, "but it isn't that important now. Can I come with you? I don't know the way out, and I'd hate to run into any more thugs. I'm pretty good in a fight." Athal looked at the others, then shrugged. "I guess. Here, have a dagger." He passed a weapon to the elf. [i]Another elf ... probably more trustworthy than these other folks we've picked up. We haven't seen any elves among the thugs here. But now we've probably got half the elven population of Sasserine in this party! Better give him something so he doesn't embarrass himself[/i] Thalas considered, then unslung his longbow and quiver. "Here," he said, handing it to Kithkanan. "You can use this until we escape. It'll do you more good than the dagger." "Thanks," Kithkanan replied in elven. "I will put it to good use." They continued down the corridor, entering a rectangular chamber just as a man in black was bending over a slight, grey-haired man strapped down on a rack in the corner. "Save me!" the racked man shouted as the man in black whirled, swinging a red-hot poker in front of him as a sword." [i]This rescuing people bit is getting to be a habit,[/i] Thalas thought as he charged in behind Athal. The thug was quite proficient at dodging Athal's blows, though he was also unable to strike Athal with his poker. At least, he was until Korlick bounded past and ripped the man's throat out with a snarl. "Best keep that beast well fed, Arjan," Thalas said, "I'd hate to have him come after me. He's a better fighter than you and Morderas combined!" "Cut me free, my lords," the man on the rack begged. "I'll reward you well if you get me out of here." "Let's kill him and get going before we get attacked," Morderas suggested, stropping his short sword on his armor. "No!" Arjan protested. "I agree with Arjan," Athal added. Kithkanan looked confused. "We're almost certain to get ambushed any time," Thalas said. "But we can't kill a prisoner in cold blood. We'd best take him along. We don't have time to escort him out." "No sir, please, take me out of here!" the man begged. "Just back to my home. It isn't far. I'm Kirsh, the silk merchant, and I have shop in the Merchant District. Don't make me stay down here with these thugs!" "I'll take him out," Athal offered. "It won't take long." "No, That will just split us up, and you may get ambushed yourself," Thalas countered. "Rhiannon, keep an eye on him, and keep him ut of trouble. We'll keep him with use until we either find Vanthus or find a way out." Kirsh protested, but Rhiannon took him by the arm and silenced him. The group formed up, but the only exit that could be seen from the torture chamber was a door into a small room that was probably the barracks for the torturer they had killed. Morderas poked around a bit behind the iron maiden, though, and eventually opened a concealed door behind it. A reek pf stagnant water came from the bricked passage beyond, by Thalas just shrugged and followed the others. [i]Vanthus has got to be here somewhere. We owe him.[/i] [/QUOTE]
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