Thamansa makes her way back to the cave, prepared to cause mischief and mayhem. She has put a modicum of effort into her appearance as well, slicking her fur down with bear grease, cleaning her teeth with a stick, and wearing her grandfather's prized necklace of leathery old human ears.
Did she have any luck getting some firebombs to drop from above?
After the arrangements have been made, Horsefly pulls out a tiny tambourine-like drum and begins tapping a steady three-beat rhythm on it. He dances in a small circle to his drumming, chanting in a low voice. This goes on for perhaps half an hour, then he stops.
He appears to have been invigorated by his ceremony, and is all gap-toothed smiles as the rest make their preparations for the recon. Soon, he can be seen settled against the wall, sleeping.
When the spies are ready to leave, he'll be ready.
The gnoll arrives shortly before dark, a pair of newly sharpened daggers on his belt.
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As dusk approaches, Horny Carl returns to the cave. He looks distracted and depressed, and keeps looking over his shoulder at the sword on his back. If one were to guess, they'd think he had been arguing with it. And lost.
Let's just go now. Get it done and done, he manages in his broken black speech. He'll be happy when this is all done.
Ondrake is getting cranky from being hungry. The smaller creatures are starting to look tasty. With the commotion of folks seeming to return from something he barks, "We attack and take tower now?"
At dusk, the motley team reassembles again on the ground level of the Caves complex, after finding that area to be the safest place for transport in the past. A group of nearby orcs are still drinking and celebrating the upcoming battle, but there is little other fanfare for the groups upcoming mission.
Nardgrog and Dramglug go along to see you off, the blood red amulet poised for use.
”You will arrive on a narrow ledge below the northwest corner of the Keep. The exposed tunnel will be directly above that. There is a wide overhang of rock that will keep you hidden from the guards on the wall. Those of you who don’t fit in the tunnel should find other ways to check out the area. Every bit of information you learn will help bring us one step closer to victory!”
Thamansa takes the amulet in her hairy hands, eyeing it crazily. As the group huddles close together, Nardgrog reminds you all to brace yourselves for the experience. “DONT cry out! No matter how much it hurts! If the guards hear you or see you, the alarm will be sounded and they will know we are coming. DONT GET CAUGHT!”
If everyone is ready to go, please post a Constitution check roll (Con or less on a 3d6) along with your next post. If you fail that, roll a 3d6 Wis check for me. Thanks!
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Horny Carl takes a deep breath and braces for the pain. It isn't nearly as bad as the bugbear made it out to be. Maybe they aren't so tough as all that. Once through the portal, he scurries to find a shadow big enough to hide in. He hears a whispering that his puny bull-mind forgot to mention that they should use the orcs as a diversion when the real attack comes.
I guess I will "keep" plugging away with these posts in hopes that everyone is still playing.
At The Tunnel
2 Days Left
Dusk, Clear, Quiet
One by one the participants feel the magic of the amulet taking over, stretching their bodies and minds the entire 4 mile distance from the Caves to the Keep. The sensation from the teleport is unpleasant to say the least, but Othrod, Kermut, and Horny Carl all arrive unscathed. The three of them are able to stifle their desire to scream from the pain and disorientation the magic travel causes them.
They find themselves on a ledge at the side of the ravine on the northwest corner of the Keep. Looking up, they see the small tunnel Nardgrogs spies told him about. It is a short, narrow tunnel, only about 3 feet wide in most places. Kermut looks it over and heads that way, sure he will fit. Othrod and Carl take one look and know immediately that they wont be going inside.
There is an outcropping of rock just above the tunnel that hides your current position from the guards on the walls above. This outcropping could be climbed to access the ledge of the plateau that the Keep sits upon. From this position, you cant see or hear any guards, and you are pretty sure none of them can see you.
Actions?
In on the action so far: Kermut (gnoll) 16/16
Othrod (bugbear) 30/30
Horny Carl (minotaur) 40/40
The gnoll will quietly make his way to the tunnel. He'll look back to those who cannot fit, giving them a "thumbs-up" before entering the tunnel.
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Othrod returns Kermut's thumbs up and scans the keep for any sign of people. Once everyone is in the tunnel who will fit he will start looking for another place he has cover that he can scout from.
To say Shozbot is irritated is to put it mildly. He is sick of the Red Eye clan and tired of his chief's insistence that they can be useful.
Out of respect partly and not wanting to lose face in front of the assembled group Shozbot remains silent.
He grasps the amulet eager to let out his frustrations on whoever crosses his path.
Ondrake watches the few folks magically whisk away and it dawns on him that some type of attempt to get into the keep - his keep as far as he is concerned - is starting without him.
"This west tower spoken of. Which way is west? When dark we go and look at it, yes?"
OGRE MAGE wrote:If you haven't already done so, please post a Constitution check roll (Con or less on a 3d6) for the teleportation. If you fail that, roll a 3d6 Wis check for me. Thanks!
