Ptolus: 165 Vock Row - "Rat-catchers"

[Voca]

"I believe Mairan mentioned having some flasks of oil?"

 

[Filthy]

"If it makes you feel any better, I'll be following up right behind you."

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Mairan hands the flasks of oil to a visibly unsure Aeshen then marches over to the tunnel's mouth, weapon at the ready.

"Let's do this."

Aeshen finds some rags in the trash scattered around the room, forms them into slow fuses and sets them alight. With a shrug, he begins to carefully climb the barrier. Near the top, he lays on his back and preps the flasks of oil for throwing.

"Ready?" he mouths at those below.

 

[Filthy]

Seeing Aeshen in position, Valana motions to Mata to follow and begins quietly climbing the barricade herself.

[sblock=skills]Climb 0, Hide 3, Sneak 3[/sblock]

 

[Wool]

The past few minutes of sentry duty have been pretty boring for Thurst, and all things considered, he wouldn't have it any other way. Of course someone had to mess it all up eventually. What is it they are handing the bard? Flasks of burning oil? Well, no wonder he is shaking. If he is lucky, only he will catch on fire; unlucky, the entire barricade. Oh good, now two others are following him up. The rats are sure to have a fine roasted adventurer over garbage feast.

Thurst pinches his temples with grubby fingers and prepares to cover the others, or more likely tend to their gross injuries.

 

[Vdou]

Ella cautiously takes a few steps back from the refuse pile, obviously concerned. She turns toward Thurst and seeing the Dwarf rubbing his temples with a sense of ominousness, she takes a couple more steps back, winces and prepares for whatever will happen.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Aeshen winces as he watches Mata and Valana following him, but they ascend to the top and carefully peek over, seeing the room beyond is much as he had described.

One of the ratlings misses his throw at the now much-mutilated corpse and walks over to pick up his dagger. Turning back around, he spots the motion atop the barricade, points and screeches something in Rattish.

The ratlings turn, howl in rage, and begin rushing up the barricade themselves.

 

[Filthy]

Swearing in elvish, Valana picks up one of the lit flasks and hurls it into the oncoming ratlings.

[sblock=ooc]Are any of the ratlings heading for the tunnel, or are they all coming up the barricade?[/sblock]

 

[Vdou]

Upon hearing the screeching, Ella turns toward Thurst and with a nervous glare she readies her staff and prepares for the battle.

 

[Voca]

Mata yells a dwarvish taunt that translates roughly as "your father liked gardening in the sun" as she hurls a second lit flask at the ratlings.

[sblock=ooc]If the ratlings split into two groups Mata will hurl a flask of burning oil at the group Valana doesn't. If it's one group I will hurl it at them also.[/sblock]