Lost 4E Style: Kinslayer--Round 6: All PCs up!

[Atanatotatos]

Yea? An' what is this boss of yers, again? asked Thormir, impatiently, while tightening a bit the knot of the rope by the hobgoblin's arms.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Yea? An' what is this boss of yers, again? asked Thormir, impatiently, while tightening a bit the knot of the rope by the hobgoblin's arms.

Hooks hisses in pain. "He's...like me...better trained...strong...AAHHHH!" His cry of pain echoes through the trees. You expect bats or birds to take to the sky, but none do. Instead lightning flashes overhead.

 

[Atanatotatos]

Thormir lets the hobgoblin's hands loose and glances at his comrades. Seems anothah storm's coming. If tha friends of this one have heard all that mess from before, they sure are gettin' prepared. Do we press on?

 

[Redclaw]

We must, Stellan growls. The female is in trouble because I couldn't protect her. There is no choice for me.

 

[Oni]

Lorn nods.

We can not afford to waste time, and I do not know what more we can get from our friend here...

 

[stonegod]

Bind his hands and let him go. If he's resourceful, he'll cut himself free. If not, well, he's not our problem.

 

[EvolutionKB]

The Lost bind Hook's hands and then let him go. He runs of hurriedly into the jungle, back towards the beach. The group pushes aside the hides of the polar bears and steps inside. Flickering torces illumnate the interior. The walls are wet with moisture, but the floor is covered in sand, and that makes the footing fine.

 

[stonegod]

OOC: That far line is a wall, right?

Hesh breathes heavily. Left or right. Looks narrow either way.

 

[EvolutionKB]

OOC: Yup, wall. Marching order.

Stellan notices prints of a canine that concentrate towards the path on the right. Booted feet concentrated on the path to the left.

 

[Atanatotatos]

ooc: I'd say either Xandren Or Stellan at the front, Hesh, Thormir, Lorn, and either Xandren and Stellan at the back. Seems prudent.