Inside The Crossed Swords

“Ye hair-brained, rabbit-eared, nit-ninny! ” Feldard turned to look to his companion. “Which of ye did that?” the dwarf asked stalking back to where the others were. “What do ye think ye were doing? I had the situation under control. Damn it all! Now who’s gonna tell us where the mage be now?”

It was only then that the dwarf noticed the shouts from others on the dock. “Dammit it all. It’s time fer us to be leaving and quick, before news of this reaches the law. And I’m not leaving without my axe. Hurry now!” The dwarf set off at a run back through the streets towards where the arms were being kept, hoping to keep ahead of the rumour.

Stephan was stunned at the collapse of the stevedores. And equally startled by Feldard’s outburst.

“It wasn’t me!”, he responded to the dwarf’s search for the perpetrator.

He too wanted his weapon back and started to follow Feldard. But being too curious, and pressed for time, he ran at the door of the boarded up building. With adrenalin coursing through his veins, he kicked hard on the door. He just had to have at least one look inside this box…

Ludo stood back in the shadows – he was surprised as everyone to see the stevedores fall into a restful slumber. Remembering the words of the clergy about magic being banned within the walls, he was worried. Still he mused it most likely saved the men froma beating by Feldard.

Staying in the shadows he scanned the crowd for anyone or anything suspicious – he had a feeling that Golthar was close. He would catch up with Feldard and the team later.

Hasan charged after Stephan. They were too close to their quarry to tarry. “Come Miklos, the trap is sprung, but it will not hold for long. The Son of Night awaits.”

Miklos walked lightly through the slumbering dockworkers. “Well cast,” he blurted after the elf, as he watched the slender form slip through into the darkened building’s maw. The mage passed through the doorway more slowly, but he turned back to hurry Maruc and, finally, the dwarf, along in their pursuit.

Hearing Stephan’s grunt of pain, as the human slammed into boards much too strong, the dwarf turned about and grimaced. This was not going to go well. “Bah, you all are daft and so am I. Again now.. together!” and the dwarf charged the door alongside Stephen.

Stephan shook off the jarring pain and embarrassment from the stubborn door and joined the more stubborn dwarf in a combined assault on the boards.

With a crack that was all too loud, the boards shutting the door broke asunder and the door beyond fell flat into a dusty chambre.

“I must have weakened the defenses with by first blow,” Stephan offered as a way of soothing his warrior’s pride. They looked on into the old house, but saw naught but a cloud of dust. Soon it would settle and allow some sort of discernment of the interior.

Ludo pondered the situation … wasn’t he the rogue in the group? Using magic within the confines of the town, assault, breaking and entering, if the guards arrive this will go very badly. He decided to stay in the shadows to keep watch.

About a dozen other stevedores started to gather about the exterior of the inn. They started to tend to their fellow dock workers, trying to roust them back awake, calling out to the town guard as they did so.

Inside the Crossed Swords, it was dark, dusty and cobweb-covered. The group had busted into the main bar area. A nauseating stench pervaded the place. Broken tables, chairs and benches littered the interior.

There were 2 doors in the dimly lit establishment, one on the northern wall and another to the east, behind the bar.

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10 responses to “Inside The Crossed Swords

  1. 3:26pm, Gromdain, the 7th of Felmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, windy

    Maruc:
    Miklos:
    Feldard: 10xp
    Hasan: 10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 24,705/48000
    Miklos: 24,585/40000
    Feldard: 25,005/34000
    Hasan: 24,090/32000
    Stephan: 24,070/32000
    Ludo: 23,590/40,000

  2. Ludo

    Ludo watched the stevedores being woken, he half expected the town guards to come marching down the street at any moment. Ducking further behind some crates he watched and waited. Turning behind him he checked for an escape route – just in case. If things turned ugly, he decided that he would make his way to the home of Nicolais mothers place. He thought sometimes Feldard and the others were not very subtle.

  3. Stephan

    Stephan noted the awakening of the stevedores and growing commotion out in the street. He turned and lifted the door they’d only just broken down.

    “Da. Maybe if we close it, we won’t get into any trouble with the town guards.”

    [taking liberty here…]
    His companions looked at him like he’d gone daft.

    “Well, it might be that the guards won’t want to come in here. We can find a way out.” Just then, a realization that he was barring Ludo from joining them washed over his face. A clear flush of red showed in the fighter’s cheeks. He hoped the others wouldn’t point out his error.

  4. The dwarf just shook his head. “Lets just hurry this up.” Feldard headed towards the door behind the bar.

  5. Doug (Mwm)

    [What’s the the “Dwf”…..Divorced White Female….]

  6. (DWarF thought that was pretty self evident)

  7. (It was added the (Dwf) cause for some reason the Tag “Feldard” alone wasn’t accepted.. so i added the (Dwf) and tried again.. it took… so I kept it.)

  8. Doug (Mwm)

    (for the record…it was obvious. thought that was obvious.)

  9. Hasan, Maruc and Miklos

    Hasan saw Feldard was headed to one door. “Good, good, Miklos, Maruc, you take the other door, with Stephan. I’ll follow Feldard.” And without another word, the two demihumans slipped past the bar, only the top of Feldard’s helm and Hasan’s eyes showing above the high stone bar.

    Maruc and Miklos approached the other door and pushed its open.

  10. Stephan

    Fortunately, the old door had a bar and Stephan, with the quick aid of Maruc, was able to secure the door enough — they hoped — to thwart the town guards. Or at least, Stephan hoped, the guards would not choose to batter down a door that appeared to be in place. Maybe, he thought, Ludo, who was still on the outside of the building, would somehow divert the guards.

    “Da! Goot!” Stephan said as he made his way over the dusty, debris-strewn room to the other door. Trying to mimic how he’d seen Ludo do it, he listened at the door.

    “Back off you clanking brute,” Miklos muttered as he inclined his arguably more subtle ear to the door.

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