Deep Water and Shoals II

[Bob Aberton]

Nicodemus,

...angrymen number 1 paw (ie 5) at front door...2 angrymen at back door...

You hear, over the din of the newly free Orcs, a bursting, splintering noise (much like the impact of a 12 pound shot you heard once, serving on the THORGRIM'S WRATH), and over your shoulder you glimpse Vemuz bowled over as the front door shakes. The portal holds, however, for the moment.

Vemuz,

Your momentary distraction proves your undoing, as the door shudders again, almost slamming open. The impact flings you to the ground like a bundle of sailcloth, your unexpected flight terminating in a very inglorious landing on your backside.

(OOC: I treated the watchmen's attempt to force the door as a bullrush, opposed by you and Malachi on the other side of the door. Because you failed your STR check, you took the brunt of the bullrush and were forced back 5 feet.)

Malachi,

The door shudders again as the watchmen fling themselves against it. Vemuz, distracted by a momentary glance over his shoulder, is knocked off balance and is hurled back a few feet, making an inglorious landing on his backside.

Calypso must approve of your venture, however, for as your prayers leave your lips you feel Her strength flow in your veins. The door holds.

Meanwhile on the other side of the door, the Protectress of Mariners shows her other face; a low note like a ship's bell reverbrates through the oaken planks, and the next blow on the door is weak and disheartened. It feels almost as though the watchmen are afraid to approach the door.

Your original prayer to Her is answered as well; you can see through one of the small barred windows that the courtyard where the auction block stands is filled with a "pea-soup" fog.

You can also hear snatches of the watchmen's conversation outside the door via the same window.

"...ain't natural, Sar'nt. First this fog, an' then th' bell...you'd think Calypso Herself is against us. Or maybe Davy Jones...shouldn' we call...magical reinforcements?"

"Damn your eyes, Wilkes, what kind o' superstitious nonsense 're ya spoutin' now? Calypso don't care about no score 're two o' flea bitten Porcs, even if they are prime hands! I'll be damned if I'll call fer magical reinforcements, my report's gonna read that Sar'nt Q. Jones captured that there lot o' Porc-stealers on his own. Don't need to be roustin' no damned mages out o' their beds at this hour, 's just a coupla Porc-stealin' bandits holed up in there. Now put yer backs into it, all o' ya!"

 

[Bob Aberton]

Nicodemus,

...angrymen number 1 paw (ie 5) at front door...2 angrymen at back door...

You hear, over the din of the newly free Orcs, a bursting, splintering noise (much like the impact of a 12 pound shot you heard once, serving on the THORGRIM'S WRATH), and over your shoulder you glimpse Vemuz bowled over as the front door shakes. The portal holds, however, for the moment.

Vemuz,

Your momentary distraction proves your undoing, as the door shudders again, almost slamming open. The impact flings you to the ground like a bundle of sailcloth, your unexpected flight terminating in a very inglorious landing on your backside.

(OOC: I treated the watchmen's attempt to force the door as a bullrush, opposed by you and Malachi on the other side of the door. Because you failed your STR check, you took the brunt of the bullrush and were forced back 5 feet.)

Malachi,

The door shudders again as the watchmen fling themselves against it. Vemuz, distracted by a momentary glance over his shoulder, is knocked off balance and is hurled back a few feet, making an inglorious landing on his backside.

Calypso must approve of your venture, however, for as your prayers leave your lips you feel Her strength flow in your veins. The door holds.

Meanwhile on the other side of the door, the Protectress of Mariners shows her other face; a low note like a ship's bell reverbrates through the oaken planks, and the next blow on the door is weak and disheartened. It feels almost as though the watchmen are afraid to approach the door.

Your original prayer to Her is answered as well; you can see through one of the small barred windows that the courtyard where the auction block stands is filled with a "pea-soup" fog.

You can also hear snatches of the watchmen's conversation outside the door via the same window.

"...ain't natural, Sar'nt. First this fog, an' then th' bell...you'd think Calypso Herself is against us. Or maybe Davy Jones...shouldn' we call...magical reinforcements?"

"Damn your eyes, Wilkes, what kind o' superstitious nonsense 're ya spoutin' now? Calypso don't care about no score 're two o' flea bitten Porcs, even if they are prime hands! I'll be damned if I'll call fer magical reinforcements, my report's gonna read that Sar'nt Q. Jones captured that there lot o' Porc-stealers on his own. Don't need to be roustin' no damned mages out o' their beds at this hour, 's just a coupla Porc-stealin' bandits holed up in there. Now put yer backs into it, all o' ya!"

 

[Uriel]

Turning to the Orcs, Nico says 'there's two of em on th; other side o'this door! Thet's al thet keeps ya from yer freedom, lads! Grab a club,a chair,a roc and lets 'Ave at these landlubberin Dogs!' Nico makes room for the Orcs to move past hi and out, meanwhile looking back to his Mates to see if there was aught that he could do for them.

 

[kenjib]

Vemuz curses, rushing up to brace the door again. "I don't think you want to come through this door, but if you want to talk I need your name. You'd better hurry though. Several score here are angry and ready for blood. It's taking more to hold them from the door than to hold you from it, and don't think of running for backup. This'll be long over by the time you try that." That voice...who is it?

str roll (if needed): 10 + 3 = 13 (minus any penalty for the arm)

 

[Bob Aberton]

Nicodemus,

With a wild howl, the Orcs burst out through the back door, swinging rocks, chair legs, and bare fists.

The look on the faces of the two watchmen outside the door is priceless - clearly, they expected a couple of scruffy "Porc-rustlers," but instead facing them are about two score large, well muscled, and very angry Orcs.

One swings his club half-heartedly, and quickly disappears under a sea of flailing Orc fists. The other uses the better part of valor and, dropping his club and whistle, runs as fast as he can in the other direction.

Vemuz,

"This is Sergeant Quillen Jones of the Standishtown City Watch. We do not neogotiate with criminals, unless you would like to neogotiate your surrender,"
The voice sounds just a bit less cocksure at your mention of scores of bloodthirsty Orcs.

At last, you recoginze the voice; Corporal Quillen Jones of the 9th Hullish Grenadiers was a messmate of yours during the last inland war you fought in; you once went 12 rounds with the man during the idle hours after camp had been set for a bet of two gold pieces. From what you recall, he was a man of no exceptional physical prowess, although his voice could be heard for half a mile; he was notable only in his mulish stubbornness, insisting upon finishing the last 6 rounds with a bad concussion and a broken nose, blinded by his own blood. The fight ended in a knockout for Corporal Jones; soon after, the 9th Grenadiers were decimated during a bloody and protracted campaign in the Malpaire Valley in Iberrea.

The next blow on the door is still quite strong, but you and Malachi manage to just barely hold it shut.

 

[Uriel]

Nico will Send to Artimus to meet him at the back door. Then, handing the Monkey two Alchemist's Fire, Nico will instruct him to toss them down upon the front door area,less to try and kill the men and more to try and impede their entrance into the Wharehouse.

 

[Bob Aberton]

Nicodemus,

Artimus appears upside down over your head, hanging by his tail from a drainpipe. When you explain you plan to him, he chatters excitedly and snaps a parody of a salute at you.

...you want I should burn angrymen, Master?....burn with prettyfire!

Taking a vial in each hand, he flips himself upright and scrambles across the roof. A few minutes later to hear the smashing of glass and an outburst of surprised shouting from the region of the front door.

Malachi, Vemuz,

Behind you, the last of the Orcs tramples out of the building, leaving it empty except for you.

From outside, at just about this moment, you hear a faint smashing of glass from just outside the door and whoosh of flames. The door suddenly grows very warm to the touch, and over the shouting and crackling of flames outside, you can hear a monkey's excited chattering.

At least one watchman got doused with the stuff, whatever it is, and through the window you can see him frantically rolling on the ground, trying to beat out the flames. The other watchmen are very leery of approaching the (apparently) burning door.

 

[Uriel]

Yelling to his mates 'C'mon Lads it's now 'er nev'r!' Nico laughs as he bolts out the back door, sending to Arti to high tail it back across the roof and meet Nico behind the building once more.

 

[kenjib]

"You're lucky to have made it alive out of Malpaire, Quillen. I heard it was a bloodbath. Get out of town tonight, quietly, will you? I've heard that bad things are coming down soon. We watch each others' backs, eh? Maybe next time we'll be on the same side again - like old times." Vemuz lets out his distinctive and instantly recognizable chuckle - a sound more menacing than jovial.

With that Vemuz turns toward his shipmates, making sure to bring up the rear as he heads quickly for the back door.

 

[Tonguez]

The Savage stirrings of his heart propel Malachi forward to join his orcish brethren - is it bloodlust that he feels calling him to a night of rampage and destruction?

As he exits the door his more rational mind asserts itself - probably two men dead, the town will be out for blood, the only safety is to get the Orcs to the ship and away or else out and into the woods.

"Orcs g'to dhe trees, hide n dhe f'rest - Dwarf, Human!" Malachi bellows to his companions "g'bak t'dhe ship n out a' port - Dhats n Order!

Ah g'wit dhem t'dhe rivar n' dhe trees. Pointy ears saf'r dhen clamdiggars!

Y'fin' me down dhe rivar."