Session Twelve
After peering round the corner for a while Grace, assisted by Grimlock, who it should be noted had recovered remarkably quickly, returns to the guard room & starts to drag the table & chairs along the passage intending to use them as a barricade of their own. Before leaving Thorn to keep an eye on things Stunty mutters,
"Well, that settles it, I can hear the filthy little blighters, orcs, goblins or worse"
Waiting, watching alone, Thorn can faintly hear movement beyond the barricade, slipping his pack to the floor, he quietly crawls forward towards the blockade, as he draws near, he can hear harsh voices getting louder as if arguing, deciding to see if he can weaken the piled junk, he rises slowly to his feet cursing under his breath as realises he has left the cloak of invisibility in his pack, not concentrating he catches the pile with his arm dislodging a stool which clatters loudly to the floor.
Suddenly the growing argument stops mid sentence,
Bugger, thought Thorn, thats torn it,
As scrambling bodies scaled the barricade Thorn stepped back & drew his kukri, one, two then a third head rose above the top of the pile, as three short javelins jabbed down towards him, Thorn stood back & tried to grab one of the shafts or smash them with his short sword, unable to reach however he drew & cast his throwing blade which struck the middle orc in the face, whilst not fatal it was sufficient to cause the orc to lose his footing & tumble from view. For several seconds both Thorn & the two remaining orcs jabbed & poked with javelin & kukri however it dawned on both that neither could reach the other over the top of the barricade.
Stepping away, the hairs on the back of Thorns neck stood on end as he heard a scrape behind him, however before he could turn, Grace appeared at his shoulder,
"Need any help"
she asked.
Looking back, both are startled to see a round table top blocking their retreat, heading towards it, it tilts to reveal a red faced but grinning Stunty carrying it as if it were an extra large shield, ducking underneath, the three back towards the junction under the cover of the upturned table, as they reach relative safety there is a sudden,
"Thwack"
& a crossbow bolt punches through the table top planks near Grace's head, peering over the edge ofthe table, Thorn can see an orc rewinding the crossbow for a second shot.
"So, what do we do know"
said Stunty Grimlock