JECTION PHARM, LEVEL -2
TU leaves the door open and listen for any indication of hostiles. Soon enough, after about two minutes, TU hears the stomping of boots marching down the hallway. He quickly seals the door and warns everyone to brace themselves before setting off the explosives.
It's a big explosion.
No, that's an understatement. It's a really big explosion. Nope, that still doesn't cut it. A
REALLY BIG EXPLOSION. That's closer. How about this:
There was a
!REALLY BIG EXPLOSION!Everyone in the room is knocked off their feet as the explosives
completely annihilate the hallway. The group is deafened by the blast, and the force of the explosion tears the hallway door from its place and sends it flying into the room, over the prone sellswords and into the wall. The frame of the doorway collapses, as does the floor above it, sending rubble and debris pouring down into the room. Turgidly and Audacious roll out of the way just in time to save themselves from being buried. Almost miraculously, the mainframe is completely undamaged by the whole event and the terminal screen indicates the decryptor is still chipping away at the data, as if nothing had happened.
JECTION PHARM, LEVEL 1
Armoth sits at his desk, worrying if his message was enough to distract the mercs. After about two minutes of anxiety and silence, the building yells in defiance. Armoth would hear an earth shattering loud blast followed by a rush of dust and debris flying up the stairs. The windows in the other room shatter as the environment attempts to equalize itself. The dust in the air cuts into Armoths senses, stinging his eyes and blanking his vision. He has several cuts across his face where the debris injured him. The ringing in his ears quiets down as he regains his senses.
JECTION PHARM
Everyone in the area, except for turgidly, hears a booming voice after things settle down.
I AM FREE! CLAIM ME NOW, AND YOU WILL BE RICHLY REWARDED, SELLSWORDS!THE CISTERN
"Greetings, my friend," Mitt starts, looking up at you with wizened eyes.
"It's a rarity for me to be beat so handily. But I still won, in a way. You recognize my style, I take it? The Withheld Fist?" You recognize that name, and slowly you begin to realize who this man is. The Withheld Fist is a Sellsword style, most commonly used to size up opponents and exploit flaws in enemy styles. It's used by teachers to improve a student's style and skill.
"Yes, I am a Sellsword. More importantly, a recruiter. My sponsor is looking for new Swords to fill his ranks. I'm happy to see such potential down here in the Depths. Are you interested?"