Must Have Been One of the Rats

“My beard!” Feldard exclaimed in shock then took a wild swing at the fleeing human, missing Stephan as another rat jumped for the distracted dwarf.

As the party pulled into the open space, Maruc found it easier to swing his mace. It was marvelously light and seemed to have a life of its own. Again and again he swept the weapon into the mass of swarming rodents and more often than not it found its mark. A good thing too as the supply of rats seemed to be endless.

“Miklos! One of your spells might be useful right now, unless you fancy another couple of days recuperation in this delightful place!” Maruc’s fierce grin bellying his concerns.

Miklos could see Maruc was quite correct as he glance around Stephan’s shoulder, and yet more seemed to be coming out of the darkness. He needed more space lest he enchant his friends. “Back away from the cave mouth everyone, I shall cast a sleep enchantment upon them, it should make our way clear!”

Stephan ducked, trusting Miklos would ply his skill and get them out of this rat nest. But unfortunately, he had two of the vile beasts somehow attached to him at the moment. Yet he ducked. And rolled–trying to squash one of them with his back. It squeaked but seemed undeterred.

Kicking, he was able to send one skidding over the cave floor into the effect of Miklos’ enchantment. He was able to “sheath” his knife in the other.

Ludo too scrambled out of the cave pulling clear his sword, he hacked at any rats that came within reach.

Feldard was less than pleased with the advice of the others to give ground, but did back his way out of the tunnel, bashing rats against the walls as he did so.

As they retreated into a defensive ring about the cave mouth, Miklos was impressed how they corralled the beasts into a neat mass. He waited a few seconds to see if more were about to arrive. “Perfect gentlemen! Stephan duck!” he swiftly gathered his enchantment and almost gently laid it upon the centre of the pack. The effect was almost instantaneous. The ravening pile slowed and stopped.

As soon as sleep blanketed the rats, he started to stick them with his sword clear of any strands. As soon as the last rats were killed, he carefully reentered the cave to retrive his flint.

Hasan watched the companions finish the rats off. “I say,” the elf remarked, “let’s not forget the scream that came from the left. Shall we thither?” The elf tossed his apple nonchalantly…to the right.

Afterwards, he felt for the damage to his beard and glared at Stephan muttering curses in dwarven. By the time the rest of the party was ready to continue, Feldard seemed at least approachable.

“Well, do we continue into the tunnel, or try to the left or right?”

Stephan kept well clear of Feldard; avoiding eye contact. He thought it best to lay low for a bit.

He was guardedly relieved that the dwarf did not seem to be dwelling on the matter and was instead focused on the groups’ next move. Stephan resolved to never mention the beard. As far as he was concerned, it never happened. Or at least if it did, it must have been one of the rats.



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8 responses to “Must Have Been One of the Rats

  1. Stephan -3hp
    2:50pm, Nytdain, the 9th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Cloudy, cool.

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp+15xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp+10xp+15xp
    Feldard: 10xp+15xp
    Hasan: 10xp+15xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp+15xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp+15xp

    Maruc: 27,475/48000
    Miklos: 27,375/40000
    Feldard: 27,860/34000
    Hasan: 26,945/32000
    Stephan: 26,960/32000
    Ludo: 26,580/40,000

  2. Stephan

    “Da,” Stephan confirmed to Hasan, “Let’s go see what that wailing was.” He nodded toward the left, up and behind where the two tunnels opened.

    After getting his gear in order–he opted to have his bow ready at this time–He paused, waiting for Hasan and Ludo to lead the party toward where the wailing was heard.

  3. Ludo

    Ludo finished wiping the rat blood and fur off his sword, and nodded to Stephen, “we haven’t finished investigating this tunnel which is where the ghouls disappeared into, I suggest we re-enter this tunnel and finish off these unholy creatures first before investigating the wailing sound”. Ludo looked at Maruc for confirmation as to what he thought was the best course of action.

  4. Feldard

    Feldard shook his head at the lack of clear leadership amongst the party. Well it was his fault he supposed, he asked the question of where to go, in the first place rather than simply leading the way. Best he solve it then. With a grunt, he reloaded his crossbow and he nodded to Ludo. “We continue back into the tunnel.”
    The dwarf didn’t wait to see if others agreed or not. He simply led the way into the tunnel mouth once more.

  5. Ludo

    Ludo nodded to Feldard comments, moved aside to let Feldard into the cave and relit the torch he was holding. He shurgged his shoulders it least if the Ghouls attacked; chances were he would not be within range of their putrid claws and paralysing touch. He murmured to himself “I hate fighting undead”. Holding the touch aloft he followed the last party member into the cave.

  6. Maruc

    “Oh wise Feldard we shall follow you, if only to pull your paralysed corpse back out.” Maruc’s mischievous grin hovered around his lips as he slapped the dwarf on the shoulder. “Fear not the power of Halav goes with us.” He ducking into the cave after the dwarf, holy symbol and lightstone in one hand, mace in the other. There was no guarantee that the two ghouls they had seen were the only ones.

    DM: Does the mace give off a light?

  7. miklosdostevar

    Miklos eye’d Hasan. “In Harlafinn’s Elven Compendium, it states that immortal elves have uncommon resistance to the foul touch of ghouls. This may prove our saviour in the hours to come.”
    He felt around in his backpack and felt something sloshing about, he pulled it out. It was the potion of animal control. He glanced down at the corpses of the rats, he wondered how long the rats might have lasted against the ghouls?

    Too late now. The silent darkness waited, he followed,

  8. Stephan

    Stephan shrugged and stowed his bow. Figuring they’d be in tight quarters for a spell, he fitted his shield on his back and readied his sword and light stone. With stalwart determinism, he took his place in the line up and entered the grotto.

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