footprints in the snow.
Voss unsheathes the captured dwarven broadsword and hands it to Alion. "Hold this for me, friend." Voss sheaths his two blades and draws the keen bow from his back and knocks and arrow as he leans out from behind the corner, scanning for a target. Alion so close behind that Voss can hear the man's breathing.
The Tribesman looks to Voss and Alion and shouts, “get the fucking horses before they catch fire too! Grab all of them, I don’t care if they’re yours or not!” He looks around quickly, trying to see where someone might be holed up and still shooting arrows…not dropping the Fat Man Ronak.
Voss nods in agreement, over his shoulder he says to Alion. "Lash it to my horse after you help these people. We all need to clear these streets. And fast. Do as the tribesman says. Get the mounts - get the wounded on them!"
Turning to the beautiful woman and the dwarf he says, “can you get the Halfling to your horse? If you can get him there and I don’t die, I can save him…although I don’t know where we’ll put the fat man...”
"Shit on a stick," Inara cries, seeing the elven archer drop from the poisoned arrow. She draws an arrow from the quiver she grabbed and arms herself with the bow she took from inside the bar. She notches an arrow and takes aim in the direction of the poisoned arrow's flight.
Since she was facing the wall she really has no idea where it came from.
The Tribesman asks Q'wyn, “think you can keep moving him?”
Q'wyn unceremoniously releases Ronak the Fat Man's leg which hits the ground with a loud thump as he states, "Gentlemen, please get the wounded to a safe location. Plainsman, moving heavy objects is not my number one skill. Let Voss and I deal with that archer."
With that Qwyn is off in the direction of Voss and Alion. He is polite and charismatic when speaks, and there seems to be an inherent rationale that the plainsman is much stronger and probably knows more about healing too. He can better help the wounded with Haas' assistance. Qwyn seems much more geared towards blowing things up than fixing them afterwards.
As he walks toward the corner he pulls out his thick, long rod of awesome ready to use it.
Inara is at a loss. Both the fat man and the archer that likely saved her life were in desperate need of aid, and one more bandit to dispose of still. The fat man was likely worse off, but could be bandaged by the cleric. There were already several people helping him. Although one just disappeared...
"Fabulous. Keeps getting better," thinking about Radegast's sudden disappearance.
The archer is poisoned and fading fast...
Finally Inara says, "Remmy. Shroud the archer, grab him and go. Stables. We have some animals to save. I'll cover you."
The two barmaids move forward, one grabbing Ronak's upper thigh, the other grabbing Ronak's ankle. Together they are able to help keep the Fat Man moving.
The Tribesman addresses Haas, “and you, unless you help me drag this piece of shit out of the way, I will blame you for having tables obviously soaked in fire oil and not one fucking bucket of water in your bar, now move him!”
The group begins dragging the fat man towards the southwest corner of the building.
He yells to Brind'amour, “stay behind me, between me and the building” trying to shield the boy from any more archers.
Brind'amour immediately moves to where the Tribesman has stated.
Haas smiles as he replies to the Tribesman. "I blame you for nothing. I am just telling you what THEY will blame YOU for."
The Tribesman snaps, "who the fuck are THEY, and how will THEY know who WE are? Because the only people left alive that saw what happened are YOU AND YOUR WENCHES! Do you know more than you're telling?"
Veins bulge on the Tribesman's forehead out of anger that match the veins on his arms.
Haas looks taken aback. "THEY are the Temple of Chumbe priests. One of who you just attacked--"
"Well then who gives a shit because they obviously didn't like us to begin with..." snarls the Tribesman, thus ending the conversation.
Q'wyn yells over to Voss, "Voss, the arrow came from over there. Alion, please see if you can help Elby or Ronak."
The dwarf throws a shroud atop the barely breathing halfling while still holding his sword at the ready. He tosses the halfling over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, takes a few steps, scoops up the halfling's gear from the doorway and continues forward.
Inara tries to keep as much cover as possible, scanning for a target, bow drawn.
As the the Tribesman and the others reach the corner with Ronak the Fat Man Alion moves in steps with them - putting his hand on the wound on Ronak's neck. He mutters a few words of prayer and the wound closes.
"At least he won't bleed to death," says Alion.
Everyone wonders the same thing. Are there more people out there? What happened to Radegast?
The night is suddenly eerily quiet. So quiet that footsteps crunch loudly in the snow, seemingly echoing off the buildings.
Voss and Q'wynn allow the rest of the group to pass. They act as rear vanguards as the group continues to the stables. Alion sprints ahead, reaching the stables and immediately starts working to free animals.
As the group passes Voss asks, "I do not know this city. Any of you know a place we can recoup and defend?"
Alyssa, the woman Q'wyn tossed out the window earlier, says, "My place is available. It is nearby." The looks longingly in Q'wyn's direction. "It is the least I can do."
The tension mounts. The groups move as quickly as possible, though not nearly as quickly as they would like. You pass the window where people escaped earlier. The fire has now reached the walls in some places.
Still, you cannot move too quickly or those unconscious could be re-injured. Running in tandem is out of the question.
Voss and Q'wyn slowly walk backwards, scanning the area. Looking for anything. The wind picks up slightly, causing eyes to tear, the snowflakes continue to fall.
Deathly quiet, save for the sounds of the fire destroying the bar.
As the Tribesman and his group approach the stables Ronak the Fat Man the starts coughing. "BLAAAH," cries Ronak, as he spits blood from his mouth. His eyes open wide, as though he has seen death. Instead he sees two beautiful woman holding his leg, "I am indeed dead--" he sees Haas at his other leg, "--and I am with the damned."
"Ronak!" Brind'amour cries out in delight.
Ronak the Fat Man smiles at the boy. A fatherly smile.
Thirty feet away and coming in quickly Voss and Q'wynn see a silhouette. From the direction of the silhouette you hear Radegast's familiar voice, “Hail, companions. Radegast is back from the hunt!”
Alion exits the stable, all of the animals freed. A mule with a small wagon behind it, two horses, and two other mules.
The stable does not have a back way out. Only the open entrance you are standing at.
DM Note: David I believe your wagon is back at the Sheraton
- Move nine ended with "At least he won't bleed to death."
- Move ten ends with the Fat Man stirring.
- Move eleven ends with you able to see inside the stables
- You cannot re-enter the bar as it is engulfed in flames
- All images are in another post
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