(012) Beneath the Gatehouse

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sat Sep 25, 2010 5:57 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
Even in the dim half-light Thorgrim can see that the dunjon walls are hardly even close to a Dwarfish standard of construction. In fact, the wall appears positively frail toward the rear of the tiny cell, with the ancient mortar all but crumbled away between any number of the rough-hewn stones...

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sat Sep 25, 2010 6:46 am

Malibu wrote:
Thorgrim will knock down the cell wall as directed.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sat Sep 25, 2010 11:06 am

coffee wrote:
Dieter follows the dwarf into the adjacent cell.

"Here, try this," he says, handing over his crowbar. "Quieter. Well, a bit quieter, anyway."

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sat Sep 25, 2010 12:13 pm

mushgnome wrote:
Meanwhile, Michele will press his ear to the closed wooden door and listen for the sound of approaching Ogres.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sat Sep 25, 2010 1:14 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:
Dieter leans passes his crowbar to Thorgrim -- there is hardly room for two Men to stand in the squalid little space, let alone two burly fighters with packs, arms and armour.

Thorgrim leans his giant hammer against the back wall -- he would never have been able to swing in properly in the cell anyway -- and immediately recognises that the crowbar will make a much better tool for the job at hand. With the innate know-how of a mining and masoning people he begins to jam the crowbar into the crumbling mortar around several of the thick, grimy stones, and gradually begins to loosen them.

Despite the shoddy condition of the wall, it seems it will take Thorgrim a few minutes to work the first stone free...

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sat Sep 25, 2010 1:59 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:
Michele ascends the half dozen steps up to the door at the far end of the torture chamber, and hunkers down to press his ear against the door, grimacing at the clanging and rasping noise made by Thorgim's efforts.

He is just about to press his ear to the door when it bursts inward (saving throw 1d20=20!) forcing him to tumble back down the stair to avoid having his skull cracked open!

As the door slams instead into the wall a great hairy brute thrusts a stammering torch into the room at the end of a trunk thick arm.

(You roll to surprise them; 1d6=3. They roll to surprise you 1d6=4. Neither side is surprised!)

"Wot in the Roarin' Pits goes on 'ere!?" growls the beast mightily!

Its huge ugly head is covered in a horned helm and its massive body is covered by a filthy leather jack and blots out the passage way beyond. It's mere presence offends you by its feral stink!

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sat Sep 25, 2010 2:03 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:
The scenario is thus:

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# Wall
= Stair
/ Door
( Locked door
+ Instruments of torture

X Interloper

G Gustave
a Anwyn
U Ulric (lantern)
M Mads
p Padrig (torch)
A Andaros
O Olaf
T Thorgrim
D Dieter
m Michele (torch)
C Caine
P Pelenwin

What do you intend for the imminent round?

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sat Sep 25, 2010 4:17 pm

verhaden wrote:
Mads the Fair

Cocking an eyebrow, Mads surmises "Hey! Look everybody, Dirty Ears Degger." His war axe glints in the torch light as he takes a fighting stance.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sat Sep 25, 2010 6:42 pm

tombowings wrote:
"How do you like it, being snuck up on in the night." yells Pelewin loudly, trying to distract his captor. "Doesn't take much of a hero to torture a man in a cage, now does it."

Pelewin pauses to think. "If I had one copper coin for every man whose walked in here right under your noise, I could buy this god forsaken piece of cobblestone, you filth."

Once again Pelewin stops to gather his thoughts, not being brightest nail in the shed. "Look, you swing like a five year old peasant girl with polio. Good luck with this crowd, I'm sure they've already killed your mother before you."

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sat Sep 25, 2010 8:52 pm

mushgnome wrote:
Michele does not want to end up like poor Flewellyn! He quickly backpedals away from the Ogre before he gets an arrow in the back. If possible he will take cover behind one of the torture devices while the party regroups for battle.