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(023) Breakfast at Saxxon's

Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 10:54 pm
by waysoftheearth
tonneau wrote:
Gustave coughs as the dust settles around him then looks toward Olaf on the walls with squinted eyes.
"Did he say 'giant'?", he asks noone in particular.

He runs a critical eye rapidly over the pile of loosly-tied timbers that constitute the 'bridge', an act that raises his brow to new heights.

"My my", he observes, "...and who said hobgoblins were not superb engineers?"

He then makes haste to the mess-hall, and begins stuffing coins and any other valuables into every available compartment.

(023) Breakfast at Saxxon's

Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 11:17 pm
by waysoftheearth
eris wrote:
Olaf keeps an eye on the approaching column. He doesn't want to be caught up here by himself, and it looks like the others are hastily evacuating the area...

(023) Breakfast at Saxxon's

Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 11:44 pm
by waysoftheearth
waysoftheearth wrote:
Everyone (except Olaf, who maintains his nervous vigil upon the battlement) hastens into the mess hall to assist with packing the loot, and dumping anything that might slow you down... it is a great ruckus indeed, and at least a turn (10 minutes) passes before everything that can be carried is stashed into sacks, packs and satchels.

(Unless I hear otherwise, I will assume folk are leaving behind those items I listed above. Wibert cannot bear to part with his excess chattels, and is encumbered.)

Meanwhile, up on the battlement, Olaf observes that the several swift footed scouts have run ahead of the column of reinforcements and met with a pair of wolf riders sent up from the entrenched goblins. They make a hasty parley as the main body of hobgoblins draw ever nearer -- now Olaf counts 16 of them, equipped with mail, shields, helms, spears and a mixture of other weaponry.

And the GIANT.

Its foot falls are audible now even to those inside the building!

Thump. Thump. Thump....

(023) Breakfast at Saxxon's

Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 12:03 am
by waysoftheearth
tonneau wrote:
Freshly laiden with silver (and divorced of some oil) Gustave jingles his way back to the makeshift bridge, glancing back over his shoulder for any massive heads appearing over the battlements.
There he unfurls his silk rope and ties one end to the chains affixed to the castle wall. He then plays out the other end and eyes the crossing over the precipitous gap, the ground thrumming unnervingly beneath his feet...

(023) Breakfast at Saxxon's

Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 2:32 am
by waysoftheearth
danhem wrote:
"This is just great," Ulric says as he drops his lantern, bow, quiver of arrows, leather scroll tubes, and one of his daggers. "An army of goblins AND a giant. I should have stayed in the north."

Ulric makes sure that his books and scrolls are securely packed and continues to load the silver coins and any of the coppers that they could carry.

"Be sure to take all of the food. We'll need it. We don't even know for sure where we are going."

Ulric continues to help pack as quickly as possible. Once they are finished he moves hastily to scatter the remaining 2000 or so copper coins in the courtyard. Once this is done he moves to the bridge.

"Even better," he mutters when seeing the sorry state of the structure.

(023) Breakfast at Saxxon's

Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 2:37 am
by waysoftheearth
mushgnome wrote:
Highbough will scatter the caltrops among the copper pieces, hoping the Hobgoblins will step on them in their greed, and readies to cross the bridge.

(023) Breakfast at Saxxon's

Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 4:37 am
by waysoftheearth
coffee wrote:
Dieter would be happy to take Padrig's metal shield from Wibert.

Also, he'll leave the lantern (in addition to the oil), and he'll ask if anyone can use the two flasks of firewater for trap purposes (which should allow him to carry the shield unencumbered).

(Dieter prefers to be able to move fast when he needs to -- indeed the party's life may depend on it.)

(023) Breakfast at Saxxon's

Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 5:17 am
by waysoftheearth
heartless wrote:
waysoftheearth wrote:
heartless wrote: Wibert will keep:
Wibert handaxe (1), torches 3 (1), Padrig's water skin (1), Padrig's metal shield (1), Padrig quiver.

But leave behind:
iron spikes 4 (1), Knave's quiver 4 (1)

...

"Lets get out of here", repeats Wibert ready to run to get out of here!
Alas, Wibert won't be running anywhere unless he drops more stuff...

Clothing (-), backpack (-), bedroll (1), waterskin (1), purse {2sp, 2cp} (-), leather armour (2), locksmith's tools (-), handaxe (1), five daggers (2), iron spikes {4} (1), torches {3} (1), tinderbox (-), sack (-), shoulder pouch (-), belt pouch (-), Sigmund's purse (-), Sigmund's dagger (-), Sigmund's ring (-), Padrig's water skin (1), Padrig's metal shield (1), Padrig's shortbow (1), Padrig's quiver {11} (1), Padrig's silver arrows {3} (-), Knave's quiver {4} (1), Compact cooking pots (1).

Carrying Capacity = Strength = 11. Load = 13

Does Wibert really need two water skins? And six daggers in addition to a hand axe? And what will he do with Padrig's shield?
OOC: Thank you for the list to see.

Wibert will drop the 2nd water skin and 2 or 3 simple daggers from the knave, so he can run away, with an 11 load.

(023) Breakfast at Saxxon's

Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 6:06 am
by waysoftheearth
waysoftheearth wrote:
heartless wrote:OOC: Thank you for the list to see.
I posted everyone's inventory a few posts back http://odd74.proboards.com/index.cgi?ac ... e=12#72580here ;D

(023) Breakfast at Saxxon's

Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 11:00 am
by waysoftheearth
waysoftheearth wrote:
The loot is hastily distributed, with Dieter, Gustave, Koch and Andaros shouldering the lion's share of the bulk (a bulging sack of coins apiece). Dieter also takes Padrig's shield from Wibert so that the Halfling can move more freely with his share of the copper coins (and also so Dieter's AC returns to 3).

The remaining two thousand odd copper coins are flung about the courtyard (along with caltrops) in a great flurry as Olaf warns the group that the enemy is "Incomiiiiing!" as he leaps down, abandoning his watch. The great crunching of Giant's feet grows quicker and louder now as the monster comes pounding across the last few hundred yards toward the keep -- backed now by the rhythmic shunk, shunk, shunk of mailed hobgoblins on the march!

There can only be minutes left to make good your escape...