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[Powder Miner]

Alexander merely mumbled a few choices curses to himself at the situation, making sure all of his armor was securely on.

[Haspen]

@Chris:

Entire tunnel is safe. Unfortunately, when Chris got to the storeroom the tunnel was connected with, he could hear angry voices, someone barking orders, and various metal things clanking right behind the door.

@Valor:

In response, the area in which Gregor and rest were hiding was peppered with arrows and few large ballista bolts. One of the arrows was now sticking out of Olison's armor, and other from Valor's left knee.

Olison hit, -10HP until healed
Valor hit, -10HP until healed

[Furtuka]

"What now?"

[CrimsonEon]

Olison's horse reared at the wail of arrows raining from above. Olison barely managed to control his mount with an arrow now sticking out of his chest.
: "Aargh! Damn it! Vacate the area!"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris returned to the entrance of the tunnel.

"It's secure... to a point. Once I open the door at the end we're going to have to fight. We should decide a marching order right now."

The spy poked himself in the chest with a thumb.

"No arguing this one; I'm taking point. Only I know how to open the door and it would take more time to explain how to do it to one of you than we really have. If there are no objections, I want Derick behind me. The two of us are going to charge in there and catch them off-guard if we can. I want Alex after us to protect Tantallos and Riven; he can shield them while they cast spells if necessary, but maybe we'll be lucky enough that we can take all the intruders down before they realize what's going on."

He doubted they would have that kind of opportunity.

"Daniel... I guess you can rear-guard. Is everyone all right with this plan?"


(Edit: Had to take out the 'hope' line. Just remembered Chris wouldn't say that.)

[Furtuka]

"Roger! Shirsy and I are ready for battle!"

[Powder Miner]

:"That can work."

[Sirus]

: "Dammit! DAMMIT! We're just wasting time out here!"

Gregor kept his shield above his head as he helped Valor away from the fortress.

[Blade Master Model 42]

: "Dammit! DAMMIT! We're just wasting time out here!"

Gregor kept his shield above his head as he helped Valor away from the fortress.

"Grrr, fucking barbarians. What kind of man shoots at a man attempting to parley, I ask you?"

[Haspen]

@Chris:

The group got to the storerooms easily. The noises behind the door were still loud.

~~Player Turn 1~~

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Mercs:
Alexander Jorinn: 28/28
Christopher Shields: 22/22
Daniel: 25/25
Derick: 26/26
Tantallos Forsaken: 24/24
Riven: 22/22

Doors:
At 22.14: 40/40, 5DEF

[Gamerboy4life]

"Grrr, fucking barbarians. What kind of man shoots at a man attempting to parley, I ask you?"

"Berebians, perhaps?"

[Furtuka]

Move to 24, 15
"Ready when you are Chris."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris moved to 23,15 and waited for everyone else to get into position.

"As soon as we're all in position."

(I'm not sure if it'll count as a new turn when I open the door, so I want Derick to have an action ready when I do it.

Also whoops on movement.)

[Powder Miner]

Alexander readied his lance, nodding as he moved over behind Chris.
: "Alright, I'm ready as well."
 23x, 16 y

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Grrr, fucking barbarians. What kind of man shoots at a man attempting to parley, I ask you?"

"Berebians, perhaps?"

"Oh come now, you can't seriously be saying that an entire culture is filled with arseholes, can you? That's ridiculous."