A Rusty Lock, Telwyn Arrives
Subject: Regrouping, Barbarians attack
Buchek, frustrated by the bars, reaches over his shoulder for his axe handle, and tears it free of the leather straps peace-binding it in place [Strength check 21, DC 20, success]. Gripping its shaft in his hands, he paces before the iron door like a caged animal, his knuckles white and a low growl issuing from his throat.
"Just a few more moments, Friend, and you will be free," Erk says to the clearly enraged barbarian. "I apologize for letting them put you in here in the first place. It is unforgivable to treat a man who has given his peace word in this way. We will not leave until you are free, you have my word on it."
Erk keeps an eye on the entrance as Kayla selects the appropriate tools for this style of lock. With speed and efficiency born of years of training, she quietly slides the tools needed from their compartments in her tool pouch. Staying within Erk's shadow, she sets to work on the lock. Cursing silently to herself, she struggles with the mechanism. Either rust and grime have made it sluggish, or Buchek's shaking bent some rod or another, but her efforts are rewarded only with frustration [Open Lock roll 7 + skill 11 = 18, v. DC 20, fail... I lowered all the lock difficulties by 5, too, for future reference. Simple 15, average 20, etc. Makes more sense that way).
Elotai grabs Bermid by the arm and pulls him to the door opening into the hallway. Just getting in the doorway, Elotai positions Bermid ahead of himself, and his back toward the approaching guards. He recognized them from his time in the tavern these last few days. The first was quiet and generally kept to himself, but the other was a talker and none too fond of direct confrontation. They seemed reluctant to approach, but with no one else in the tower, it looked as though they felt obligated to investigate.
"You there! What's going on? What's all that racket?" The first questions, while the second looks interestedly through the door, trying in vain to get a glimpse of the goings-on. All inside the hallway can hear the guards' words, though Buchek is in no state to pay them any mind.
Telwyn is nearly attacked by the tower guards, but pulls up and splays his hands wide before they fall upon him. "There were many crossing the bridge, but I couldn't hold out against so many. I would guess at least twenty." Cursing, the soldiers press on, and Telwyn arrives outside the Tower.
Holn runs back toward the tower, hearing the yells of barbarians behind him and the shouts of Caro's guards ahead. It seems he is right between the two groups, but will reach the guards first. Frowning, he suddenly becomes very conscious of his appearance, and wonders just how well a running sorcerer of the tribes would be received by panicky guards.
From: Jake
Subject: Re: Buchek Swims to Consciousness
:D
Sorry things haven't been going well; I hope they're getting better. No rush on the game, seriously--I was just bored on a Friday afternoon, and wanted an excuse to invoke the name of the all powerful deity that had just occurred to me. I'm liking the spelling Dee'im better than Dee-em though.
From: Jake
Subject: Re: Regrouping, Barbarians attack
Buchek will continue growling and pacing.
From: Jake
Subject: Re: Regrouping, Barbarians attack
Holn glances to his right and left, looking for a hiding place. The last thing he needs is to be skewered on the end of a panicked guardsman's lance. Perhaps he can duck out of sight for a moment, and either take the raiders from the rear or sneak his way to his friends at the tower.
From: Mike
Subject: Re: Regrouping, Barbarians attack
Telwyn enters the tower and makes his way toward the cells. Finding everyone there, he reports.
"There are at least twenty raiders crossing the river, maybe more. By now they may be inside the outpost. I don't know how the guards are faring, but I think it may be high time we got out of here." He glances around. "Where's Holn?"