The Emperor of Solmaria

[Li Shenron]

Aramil notices that the room is too crowded to easily shoot at the guards without risking to hit someone else, so he rushes towards the back room with the others.

 

[Mithreander]

OOC: No, as far as you know, Incantus still has the paper!

5 Darhaan:Dwarven Paladin, AC:16 HP:12 +3 1d10+2 20:x3
5 GUARDS
2 INNKEEPER
23 Shadowleaf: Elven Ranger , AC:19 HP:9 +5 Longbow 1d8 20:x3
19 Dylan: Human Bard , AC:15 HP:7 +1 Longsword 1d8+1 19:x2
18 INCANTUS
17 Aramil: Grey Elven Wizard: AC:14 HP:8 +4 Shortbow 1d6 20:x3
17 Lenya: Human Sorceress, AC:11 HP:6 -1 Fist 1d3-1 20:x2
15 Xanthas: Human Fighter , AC:17 HP:12 +4 Longsword 1d8+3 19:x2
11 Kinden: Elven Cleric , AC:16 HP:9 +3 Longbow 1d8 20:x2
8 ORCS
8 BOUNCERS
8 Waitresses and Wife
7 HITORUM


Darhaan rushes the gaurds that may be coming through the kitchen to save the party from being cut off from thier escape route, knocking undrunk beer mugs to the floor on his way. "The elf is right, fellows! We have to withdraw where they can't surround us. Follow me!"


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W = Wall
D = Door
B = Bar
C = Chair
T = Table
F = Fireplace
_ = Window
H = Hearth
V = Stove
N = Counter
S = Stairs going up

n = Half-orc kitchen cooks
o = Half-orc (Armored and clubs)
i = Half-orc innkeeper/bartender
m = half-orc bartender's wife
w = half-orc waitress
b = half-orc bouncer
f = Yountinhilian fighter (Incantus) with multiple bolts in him.
r = Richly robed human (Hitorum) with a ballista bolt through him
g = Guards

a = Aramil
d = Darhaan
y = Dylan
k = Kinden
l = Lenya
s = Shadowleaf
X = Xanthas

The gruards from the kitchen move foward to block those inside only to be met by the dwarf. The first one to reach the dwarf takes a hardy swing (Attack: 10), but misses as the longsword sails over the dwarves head as he ducked under the would-be blow.

The guards already at the window of the in continue their assualt on the orkin bouncers, dealing out even more damage, causeing one of them to fall (Attacks: 14, 21, 15, 17, 4 (fumble?: 9 YES!), 12 Damage: 7, 5). One of the guards, precarious on the beem of the window, looses his ballance and falls to the ground (prone).
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The Innkeeper rushes down the hallway to the exit to the sewers and throws himself through the hole and catches onto the precarious looking rope ladder that leads down into the darkness. The rope ladder stays, and he yells up "Boys! Pull back!"

Shadowleaf waits at the basse of the stairs, moving the few feet between the stairs and him, waiting for the female mage to make her way down, taking careful aim and letting loose an arrow at the guard the dwarven paladin was fighting (Attack: 17 Damage: 2) He notes with satisfaction as the arrow punges into the guard, though it seems that the mans armor absorbed most of the deadly arrows damage.

[b[]Dylan[/b] makes his way down the the rope ladder, following the innkeeper, wondering for a time if the ropoe would hold both f their weight, but soon reaches the bottom of the foul smelling sewer. The sounds of the battle up above echo earily through the tunnel as he grabs a torch from an waitress who hands it over while grabbing another to light for the innkeeper.

There are four passages leading away from the ladder, disappearing in the darkness beyond the light of the torches. Witht he battla above, no other sounds from the sewer can be heard.

Incantus continues to attack the guards in the window, using his sword with both hands, and crashing it down on them with all of his might and skill (Attack: 6 (Fumble?: 10 Nope!), 16 Damage: 33)! His first swing, he almost falls as his swing is interupted by th roof, but compensating, he drings the blade down with force enough to split the guard in front of him in twine.

Aramil rushes to the exit and seeing the trap door in the floor of the room, starets down and recieves a torch from one of the waitresses.



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Lenya getts her stuff, and relying on the birds own instincts moves back towards the door, replying [color-purple]"As if I would leave you here... come, we must hurry!" She makes it down the stairs, still trying to get her things in order for easy carrying.

Xanthas Notes the desk while waiting to make sure the others make it down safe. It seems to be a large oak thing that would be better suited in a mages study, then an innkeepers room. It looks heavy, witha stack of papers in the middle of it in a neat tome, and four drawers, two on eack side of the chair.

Kinden continues to move towards the trap door, finally making it. Throwing his bow over his shoulder, he quickly swings down onto the rop ladder to make his way down to those below.

One of the orcs moves to take the place of the bouncer who fell, as the other two grab the wounded half-orc and pull him from danger. The one swings at a guard with his club, aiming to brain him (attack: 27 (Crit?: 14 Yes!) Damage: 11) and knocks the man out with a presice hit that knocks the mans helm and ear off.


The two remaining bouncers swing and take two steps back, trying to with draw (Attack: 17 and 24 Damage: 8 and 7) They nod in satifaction, one holding a wound in his side, as two of the guards fall.

The wife and waitresses continue to ready torches for those to make it down the ladder.

Hitorum, looks at the window and a wall of flame forms to cut off the veiw to the street and access tot he inn in one movement. He walks off of the balista bolt without any friction, and once he's far enough removed, those in the inn note that there is no wound at all. "Yes, pull back! Incantus, make sure that they have the scroll!"

OOC: Darhaan's turn once more!

 

[silentspace]

OOC Didn't Darhaan take it from Incantus? I thought he did

 

[silentspace]

"If you had spoken this way since the beginning, a lot of harsh words would have been saved tonight." Dar grumbles, offering his armored hand to receive the piece of paper.
"I'll go, and I don't care about your money, and what you do with it, though I cannot speak for those who are willing to travel with me; if they have something to ask, it's their right to do. I still have to ask a question and lay down a condition, though: I want to know what kind of trouble we may find on our way, and I won't associate with these people" he motion with his head to the armed half-orcs, and speaks very resolutely "and if you were any wise, you'd do the same."

Heh, I see you're going to be a tough DM, huh? Darhaan offered his hand but he didn't actually take the paper!

Edit: Nevermind I got it now!

As the dwarf heads to grab the paper, the window to the inn shatters and huge spear like projection protrudes from Hitorums chest, with him staring at it in surprise, the fireplace amntal split asunder by the balista bolt!

 

[silentspace]

Kinden

Kinden, realizing that Incantus was still holding the paper, runs at full speed back into the tavern to grab the paper from him. (run x4)

Hold the passage Darhaan! I'll grab the paper!

 

[hippocrachus]

Xanthas goes to the desk, grabs the tome of papers, and shoves it in his pack. He looks the desk over for anything out of the ordinary (Search + 0) and tries the drawers, upending the contents of any left unlocked in his pack as well. He's very nonchalant about it. What kinda bar is this guy runnin'?

 

[Lichtenhart]

OOC: huh? How do you know my name?

Not really having the time to wonder about Hitorum and the bolt, Dar swings ferociously at the guard in front of him, trying to hold his position and to parry the most vicious blows with his buckler.
"Alright, elf, but make it quick! I can't hold them back forever!"

 

[silentspace]

OOC: darn it! all these delays and such have addled my brain sorry.

 

[Majin]

Shadowleaf moves at full speed into the back room. He surveys the room, studying the desk, getting an idea. "You!" he motions towards Xanthas. "If you can refrain looting from the one person who is trying to help us for just a moment I have a better use for that desk. Once everyone is through I'll close the door and we can push the desk in front of it. It won't stop them I'm sure, but it will at least delay them."

 

[hippocrachus]

Xanthas looks up from his "salvaging" to the elf addressing him. "I happen to be searching for important documents so as to shed some light on our current situation." He didn't see the book, right? "And I'll thank you not to address me as 'you'."