Hearing the orc call out, even though he couldn’t understand what was said, Feldard knew their troubles had just begun. Coming up into the main hall, he spied the orc headed towards a curtained area—barracks most likely, then notes the weapons rack. “Keep them from their weapons! It’ll lessen their defensive strength.” He however, ran after the fleeing orc.
Maruc didn’t disagree with the veteran Dwarf’s assessment. The guard must be kept from arming themselves. “Miklos with me.” With the mage safely beside him Maruc said, “One of those sleep spells might come in handy right now.”
Miklos followed the priest to the west wall. Sheathed short swords and daggers hung from the weapon rack, as well as four suits of scale mail armour. “Oh really?” he breathed. “And there I was going to sing them an old sea shanty from the docks. Why is everyone so full of advice for each other? Eh?”
“Well Mr, Cleric, if I were you I’d pray we get out of here in one piece.” Miklos angrily summoned the arcane force with two or three dramatic gestures and held the spell in his fist like a struggling cat waiting upon the right moment.
The orc had swung the curtain shut behind him. As Feldard lunged through to follow, he heard the orc yell some more. When he broke through the cloth, Feldard could see why the orc was yelling so desperately, the orcs had been asleep! Nocturnal creatures, they had felt secure behind the barred double doors and thick stone walls of the tower. It had never occured to them that anyone could find the secret passage and make it past the spider. Now, unarmed and unarmored, they scrambled out of their beds and were going to make a break for the weapon racks.
Unlike the others, the orc that they had chased up the stairs was wearing scale mail and brandished a short sword. He too had been asleep in the game room below. Something had woken him up from a deep drunken slumber. Groggy and hungover, he had decided to go upstairs to the barracks to get a proper sleep, and then, as he neared the stairwell, all hell had broken loose! Now, he hoped to fend off the invading dwarf long enough for his comrades to grab their weapons.
Saeth reached the top of the stairs only to hear the bloodthirsty Dwarf behind the tentlike structure after the Orc, screaming a battle cry. As her companions streamed forward, she peeked into the second curtained enclosure, ensuring that they were not about to be surrounded. A rather large, angry orc wielding a short sword charged at the elf. He yelled at the top of his lungs in orcish, a language only Saeth within the group could understand, “Master! The main hall has been breached!”