Engines & Empires I: Escape From the Dungeon

OOC: THe door to the cell is currently open, with Kel and Dagon looking out. Did you mean you were listening to the door at the end of the hallway?

Kel steps outside of the cell, heading for the door and looking around. If there are bars/window grate in the door, he'll look through.
 

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Room 1 - Hour 1 - Turn 4

The hallway door has no windows, holes, or cracks big enough to peek through. It's also made of thick oaken planks, so listening through it would be difficult. (At the moment, none of you can hear anything on the other side.)

Zajirlum attempts to make an improvised flail out of the manacles and the torch. First, he puts out the torch. It's now almost pitch black in the hallway (only Zajirlum and Lyhan can see now, thanks to infravision -- the rest of you can only see the outline of torchlight coming from beyond the hallway door). Zajirlum is trained in Crafting (TN 11), but he takes a -3 penalty for not having any tools handy. [Roll 17 + 1 Int - 3 no tools = 15, success.] Zajirlum now has an improvised flail (one-handed melee, damage 1d4+1 bludgeoning).
 

Kel curses slightly when the light goes out "thank you so very much for the warning" He sighes an fumbles aroun for the handle. "Well, may as well head out, nothing more we can do in here..." And with that he attempts to open the door part-way without making much noise and peek/listen out into the hall.
 

Admiring his craft, Zajirlun wields his flail, totaly distracted. Then he realice that the room is dark and that his human fellows cant see anything. "Haha now your blind as moles!" the dwarf laugh. "Never mind, I will go in tha front with my flail!" old Z sugest as he aproach Kel, who was opening the door
 

Lyhand answer to Zajirlun "I'm not blind in these darkness, and you do enough noise like that with that chain." He then add to Kel "Let me go first, after all, that's my speciality." tells Lyhan, taking the lead. He quicky inspect the door to make sure it is not lock and open it slitghly, trying to indentify what on teh other side without being spotted.
 
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"Move aside Faun! Dwarf coming through!" says Zajirlun as he walks through the door, pushing his partner aside. Once on the other side he wields his flail with frenzy, prepared for battle.
 

Lyhan stop the dwarf. "What are you doing, getting us kill? It's not with that improvised weapon you could handle alone a small troop of guards."
 


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