IG's SoW: Rescue at Rivenroar

[The Digger]

[sblock=OOC]Perhaps just a shade early to finish up Steve? Maybe another day or two?[/sblock]

 

[industrygothica]

Brega moves up and swing hard at the goblin, but the shifty thing sidesteps the hammer's arc. Just when it thinks itself clear, however, Illian rains down a radiant light that completely consumes it.

The glass is breakable.

The surviving patrons have fled through the back door. Their gold is still on the table.

The front door is blocked with flame, but you can hear voices outside it.

The fire is spreading.

Quickly.

 

[renau1g]

Illian will lament leaving the bodies of the dead patrons, but now is not the time for grieving. He grabs his gear and, if the way is clear, runs out of the back entrance, but if its blocked, he'll throw a chair through the front window and follow it into the street.

 

[garyh]

Brega grabs his throwing hammer from where it landed - who know's what's going in the rest of the town? - and follows Illian.

 

[The Digger]

Peregrine sighs deeply and follows the others, [sblock=OOC]if possible, more slowly. If possible he will quickly check over the goblins for any hint of information about the attack.[/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

Aliyas scowls. She cared nothing for the tavern itself, but it grated on her to let the little monsters 'win.' Clearly their goal had been mayhem. They'd been willing to sacrifice their lives to achieve it....and they had succeeded. A bitter swill to swallow.

Together, they might have stopped the fire. But alone, she had no chance.

With a curse, she moves towards the window, pausing only long enough to grab the dead goblin and haul him up and out with her as she carefully stepped out through the sizable hole the others had made in the window. Outside she threw the goblin's corpse to the ground with an expression of disgust.

"We could have stopped that," she says, glancing back at the tavern.

 

[industrygothica]

"Well don't just stand there, git in line!" A stout bearded man you recognize as one of the gamblers from the inn motions behind you. A tall rangy fellow, barely entering manhood, stumbles past and shoves a bucket of water in the old man's hands. The old man tosses the water on the fire and nearly knocks the kid over handing it back. "More! Hurry!"

As the onlookers begin to arrive, the old man shouts to all who will listen. "Bring yer buckets 'n bring 'em fast! Th' Antler 'n Thistle'll be nothin' but smolderin' timbers without 'em!"

 

[renau1g]

Illian is happily surprised at the attitude of the patrons and eagerly stands in line with the others to assist the man with the bucket brigade.

Looking at Aliyas, Illian says "I have no way of quenching fire with Correllon's blessings, and most of the liquids in there would be better for spreading a fire than putting it out, which is why the most prudent course of action was to get out before we succumbed to the smoke or flames.", coughing to accentuate the point.

 

[garyh]

"Aye," Brega agrees. "Me hammer's no good against flames, but these arms can lift many a bucket!" With that, the dwarf stows his weapons and joins the bucket brigade himself.

 

[The Digger]

Peregrine jumps to stand next to Brega. He realises that to stand too close to one of those huge humans would not only look stupid but would be counter-productive.