The Dungeon Crawlers

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StormDeath runs over to the corner where Ben is looking over a piece of parchment. "What is it?"
 
Ben spread out the map. It wasn't very big.
"Look 'ere, see this is the door, and this main tunnel is where it'll emerge." At least that is what happened last time. But it was hard to remember. Ben had fled the fight.
He pointed to all the main turns and passages. There was a sort of pattern, with larger tunnels intersected at points by smaller ones.
Finally he pointed to the corner.
"There's something you need to know. The floor slopes. It slopes downward, and my scout thought that would pout us to the centre."
He glanced up at StormDeath's concentrated face.
"If that's your plan, that is."
He looked quickly at a certain spot on the map. There was something else, but the spot was covered by a blot of blood.
No, he wouldn't tell him.
"So, that's it," Ben said, "you an take this map an' do what you want with it."
He gave the paper to the commander. "I have it all memorized anyways."
 
Having been born with a perfect memory, which is why he is such a good tactician, StormDeath looks up at Ben and says,"So have I." But he takes th parchment, rolls it up and puts it inside his tunic. "Let's see what the dungeon throws at us."
 
Assallya Kressair's eyelids fluttered as she propped up on her elbow and gazed upon the men taking themselves to the newly erected ramparts. It was a shame she hadn't the ability to craft crenellations but the advantage of height and a four foot shield covering the legs and lower torso would prove quite beneficial. Spears and bows would make short work of any goblin kin.

She considered clambering to her feet but her legs refused to respond, refused to move. For a brief moment the elfish woman panicked, fearing she'd somehow paralyzed herself but she could steel feel the hard stone beneath her thigh. She would be useless in a fight but she waited on the door anyways. She could still advise if the situation demanded. Very few knew more about monsters and the supernatural than a sorceress.

[OOC: I don't think Spook has any clue what's happening here. He hasn't posted on the site in quite some time.]
 
(Hmmm alright so then what should we do?)

Nightshade notice the sorceress still sat but that didn't bother her. Someone had finally gotten a plan formed and she wasn't just yet ready to kill someone if it worked.

Vamir watched the doors cautiously unsure what would come out. He wondered what he could possible do when the doors where made of iron. He counted heads around him just to see how many he may see again or never see again. He wasn't sure but he was as ready as a he may be. His hand moved to hold the sword.
 
The door shrieked against hinges that had long been neglected as it opened, the stale stench of stagnant rotten air oozing out like a giant's sigh. The noise brought back memories and nightmares, but Tare busied himself with his own preparations. At his side hung a sword that had taken two years to buy and beg from the guards that occasionally peaked in on this miserable crew, a simple thing, the standard one provided to most guards but better than the ones that were usually thrown to them. The which he had been making the arrows for was the only weapon he still had from before he had been through in this here pit, old as it was careful tending saw it still in working order, its large sweeping bends gleaming in the light. Finally, with Glen's help he donned a heavy shirt of maille which was tightly clinched at his waist. It would not save you from crushing blows of bigger opponents but at least he would not spill his guts from a glancing blow. As he was tightening his leather gauntlets he heard that scrawny boy, Ben, call out.

"Old man?" Tare grumbled darkly under his breath as he stepped to glare out of his hut. After a moment of considering ignoring the lad he spotted the object the boy was holding, the piece of parchment catching his attention enough to tempt him out into the open. A map, truly a rarity down here, especially considering what it was showing. It could give them a bit of an advantage if they were clever about it. With a furrowed brow he listened to Ben, nodding silently to himself as he studied the map. His hand drifted to pick it up but Stormdeath was quicker, but he would remind himself to grab another good look at it later, that is if it wasn't crushed and sliced to nothing from being tucked inside that man's tunic. Glen also peered at the paper for as long as it was kept out, her eyes flicking across the sheet with an unusual amount of interest, the rat on her shoulder also following along with her gaze, however to many people's relief the other rats had disappeared as soon as the doors had started to creak.

As Tare made his way to a small spot over looking much of their prison, his bow in hand an arrow already laid across the string, Glen on the other hand had extracted herself from the commotion as easily as oil from water. Silent bare feet padded back towards her little hut were after a bit of rummaging she extracted a pair of old leather shoes. Under her breath there was a tuneless humming that buzzed in her throat and on her face was a cunning smile of someone who thought that had a plan much more clever than it truly was. Oh what a brilliant plan, she knew of dark cramped places that few dared ventured, the rats were her teachers and from them she had learned how to hide and how to move. It was these things that made Tare worry about his little charge, one day she would squeeze herself into a corner that not even she could escape.

(My router was fried for a couple days sorry for the pause. I think we should just continue, we seem to be doing pretty well without Spook. So on that note do we have any preference for first attacker?)
 
Kaos Falish is laying in the shade with a straw hat on his face. He didnt really care that he was being sent basically to death. It is more exciting than sitting in a cell for the rest of his life. His weapons and armor are laying next to him. He has a bastard sword and a tower shield and a set of heavy plate armor. His large frame from being a half-giant with the armor and shield make him a wall of steel that cant be easily knocked over. He knocks the hat off his face and stands up to armor up. He towers at seven feet tall when he stands straight.
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StormDeath watched as the man in the corner got on his armor. Suddenly, the sound of a horn pierced the air. Sprinting and vaulting onto the wall, he watches as a horde of goblins plunged from the dark depths of the dungeon. There had to be two hundred of them. Pulling his bow from his back, he fires an arrow into the lead one, watching him fall. That whipped the rest into a frenzy and they surged forward with renewed speed.
 
"Not good" grunts Kaos. He lifts his shield and blade and builds up momentum to stand in front of the back lines. "How many would you say are there?" he shouts, muffled by his helmet. He posts up with his massive shield ready for action.
 
Nightshade seeing the creatures run out the bred of goblins she pulled out her blades the ones she had never left without some how managing to sneak them down here. She heard a question of how many. "I would happen to say maybe more than a hundred." She replied and ran in for battle not that she hadn't killed more in the past but like now she also wasn't alone.

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Vamir glared seeing the goblins pull in oh how he wished he could easily use his magic. Sadly he was surrounded by iron it seemed. This being taken into account he knew that meant he would need to use his special gauntlet on his right arm. It was fit to act like a bird's claw. He breathed and waited for them to pass a few of the others and stand his ground.​
 
Ben ducked behind the wall with a shout.
This was happening too fast. He'd never fought before in a battle. He fought street gangs and thugs and humans, none of these hideous things.
He had to move. Already there were creatures running past the wall, and soon he'd be seen.
Brass knuckles in one hand, blade in the other. That's all he had to do. Get through to the labyrinth.
One of the creatures spun around, its yellow eyes widening and its mouth opening like a gaping hole.
It lumbered toward him, jagged weapon raised.
Ben screamed and kicked out, somehow making contact with the weapon. It confused the creature.
Yelling and hacking with his fists, he brought it to the ground and ran away, not checking to see if it was still alive.
 
Zack launched himself at the hoard of goblins. His running speed was astonishing considering his age. His plan was to get through the goblins and into the newly opened area. He took many of the goblins by suprise, and managed to deal several blows to them with his sword. The cuts he made weren't deep, but they did bleed.
As more goblins poured out, Zack realized it's going to be hard to get past them. He began trying to at least weaken the hoard by attacking the front most enemies as much as he could. Zack was light on his feet, and managed to completely avoid most of the goblins' clumsy swings. For the blows that did end up in his path, Zack made good use of his shield and blocked them.
Unfortunately, most of his swings did little damage, so Zack played more of a distraction than a fighter. It did help, however, as most of the upfront goblins had their attention on him, and payed no attention to the others.
 
Kaos barrels towards a group of the creatures, gaining speed quickly and slams his shield in a large sweeping motion to knock them away and sweeps his sword through one's chest. Unsure of where to go, he moves towards a group of people, hoping to keep them alive. "how are y'all holding up?"
 
Morons. The elven sorceress couldn't believe her eyes. So many of their number had completely ignored the bulwarks she had attempted to raise and had launched themselves in to melee. The intelligent warriors, those that desired to live, stood steadfast upon the wall, using spears and bows and some even hurled rocks. The wall was not tall, not enough to stop a normal athletic man from attempting to mantle it but these were goblins. At an average of four feet tall the goblins could not hope to jump up and grasp the wall's crest.

A shame she was so weak, lying here helplessly. She would have loved to cast a spell upon one of these intruders. She rather imagined what the goblins might now about the long tunnels beyond the iron door could be very interesting. There could be information on what other terrors were out there in the dark. She rather doubted they knew a means to the surface. Otherwise they wouldn't throw themselves at this outer bastion of humanity. No, in her opinion, they were running as much from what was deeper in the caves as they were attacking.
 
The tiny creatures, when attempting to attack him, simply bounced off of his shield. The only strength they had with them was sheer numbers. There were a lot of them. He strafes back towards the wall, keeping his shield between the wall behind him and the wall of goblins ahead of him. He shouts to the others behind him "anyone have a plan other than kill?"
 
StormDeath yells back "Keep them outside the wall! They will die quicker out there! In here, we'd have to root them out!"
 
"solid plan" Kaos mutters sarcastically. "I think i have a better idea, if anyone cares to listen" He shouts "Put up barriers behind the wall to make a bottle neck. We move them into it, then we close the majority into the bottle neck. If they are grouped like that, they'd be much easier to kill."
 
All around, people were shouting back and forth. Ben couldn't make out any of it.
Bottleneck. Barriers. Goblins?
None of it registered as he raced to the wall and dropped down, panting. His skull dripped with sweat. Somehow he'd managed to hold on to his two little weapons, although it might not just be luck seeing as his fingers were frozen, immobile, incapable of letting go.
The air was thick with the deafening sound of goblins scrambling at the wall, trying to reach them. They were like a nest of rats that had been unearthed and scattered. There were no individual sounds, only the unsettling hum of quick, animal-like movements and scampering. It was like listening to a beehive.
Gasping, face contorted in fear, he looked to his side an saw the she-elf.
"B-Bottleneck?"
 
Kaos's large frame appears next to ben. His shield is large enough to go over both of their heads to block the incoming stones and crudely made arrows hail on them. "stay alert, my friend" His large lungs bellow "We gotta get rid of the little freaks before we can rest." His meaty hand slaps Ben's back then continues trying to block as much as he can from getting past him without getting crushed
 
(Well um I'm afraid I'm gonna drop out of this RP. I'm not really gonna try for interaction anymore cause all my other RPs got super active. So one of you guys can kill off Nightshade and Vamir. If not well let me know I'll think of something)
 
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