Game posts

Now that the smuggler is out of the picture, Aenar looks around the cargo room for something to arm himself with before the guard closes in.

"Dammit, I am too old for this!"

"We need to come up with a plan. I agree we need to find weapons and Armor as soon as possible. I also need to find spell components or else I will not be able to cast anything useful."

For now, Aenar is looking for weapons. For himself in particular, a sturdy war hammer, but anything right now will do.

Garrin makes a mental note of the door location then turns to Aenar.

"Anything useful in those crates?"

Digging through the crates Aenar alerts the others. "I think we're in luck here laddies, got some weapons and armor here. Come see what ya can find! Quick!"

Serches for any spell components, a spell focus, Healing Kits, a finesse weapon (his Whip if it is there), Studded Leather Armor, and especially his Patron Tome

"Someone give me something more than this board to use, we may have more company soon."

Mog begins walking toward the guard. "Come here puny man and maybe I'll let you live."

As far as I know the Guard isn't in physical sight. it is in the hallway and I did close the door. That is why Harrad is next to the door awaiting to ambush the guard.

Aenar takes the time to armor up and get his pack and other belongings. He savors the grip of his warhammer. Its weight feels good in his hands and he cheers quietly to himself with a grin. "Aye aye." He moves back out into the main room and waits next to the door for the guard to arrive with his weapon at the ready.

Garrin collects his gear quickly especially his Tome. He holds it tightly and places his forehead against it whispering something to it. Before doning the rest of his his gear.