“There’s a whole bunch of goblin corpses not too far away. We could tie a few together as meat shields. (No offense Oredigger and Appleciders).”
“No offence taken I’d prefer to let someone else be my shield. If the crossbows are maned by people we may get shot in the back going to get the boddies though. I think throwing a torch and then either rushing them or have Auto deal with the trap.”
GM Notes
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Except where necessary for plot reasons, arrows etc don’t generally stick in and require advanced surgery to remove, not in this game system. (RuneQuest had rules for impaling hits.)
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Most warrior cultures have generally found a few square feet of hardwood, often faced with leather or metal, to be more efficacious than random dead bodies for stopping pointy hurty things. You may wish to follow their lead.
“It’s kinda hard to deactivate a trap when it’s shooting you in the face, and I have a hunch that there is something humanoid beyond the walls, as nobody went over any tripwires. So what do we have along the lines of a shield so we can go in and hopefully block a few arrows? The goblins had armor and shields right?”
“Oh, I just thought of something! There’s another use for the dead corpses too. If it’s a trap, or even something humanish since the light is low, we could take two dead bodies and toss them into the main room. The arrows will go off, and while whatever is busy reloading, we all rush in and crush 'em! I really like this idea, as it involves trickery and mutilating corpses, two of my favorite things!”
Pulls shield off back.
“Ummm . . . I think I could use this to stop the bolts. Anyone want to toss a light so I can see who’s killing me?”
Draws ax and waits for someone to throw a torch.
“Hey, hold on there Sparky. First let’s throw the torch to get some light. See if they fire at it… Then let’s throw in the corpses. After that you can rush in with your shield and we’ll all [del]hightail it back home[/del] follow right after you.”
[oog]
I will be heading to Origins on Thursday and then to India on Sunday so I probably won’t be around much until after the 5th of next month.
[/oog]
In that case you won’t mind charging ahead and absorbing a few arrows then! The coma you’ll be in will last about that long.
I throw the friggin torch, “let there be light”
In goes the torch. It lands on a couple of old sacks, which fail to ignite for now. The torch continues burning unsteadily, and you catch a glimpse of movement as a couple of what could well be goblins scurry further away from the light. You can see plenty of other barrels, boxes etc, many of them stove-in, scattered around a large storeroom perhaps thirty feet each way, and along the left wall a couple of mouldering animal carcases, largish ones.
“I dunno what to do now” (Channeling my inner Joachim Murat) “Perhaps we should charge them?”
“Let’s do it. I’m getting tired of waiting for death”
Trying to hide behind my shield as much as possible I’m going to charge the area where we saw the scurrying.
Melon takes a position behind Oredigger and charges as well, attempting to run interception on any critters popping out at Ore as he moves through the room.
“Ok, lets charge, but carefully, warriors, priests and the like go in front, wizards in the middle, I’ll go last”.
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR THE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Okay. Without significant interference, the armoured priests and warrior steamroller their way over a couple of crossbow-toting goblins, leaving you in sole possession of a whole bunch of smelly trash. There is an irritating squeaking noise just on the edge of hearing. You can see another way out opposite where you entered.
“Guys! Wait, I was tying my sandals! …Guys? Oh, fuck it all.” Runs up to the group where-upon he hears the squeaking noise
“Let me guess, you want me to go check it out?” “Fine, here I go. Seriously what would you guys do without me?”
Sooo, am I a puddle of gore on the floor, or do I succeed and see another great deed?
After listening to the squeaking noise for a while, and taking into consideration the smell, the state of the sacks and other odds and ends in here, and a chink or two in the masonry of the walls at floor level, you guess that this place is rat-infested to the rafters.
So you’re saying the rats ate Auto.
“I guess it’s time to continue on unless we want to seRch these crates. Based on the rats and that the goblins were here for a while I’m doubting we’ll find anything interesting.”
I every one agrees I’ll head out in the lead again.
Let’s go