The fire spreads quickly across the straw covered floor, aide in no small part by the copious amounts of cheap alcohol laying in pools amid the straw. Eventually somebody notices, and the result is not entirely unpredictable...
"Fire!" a voice yells,
"The Great Hall is afire!" As if to add emphasis, an arras bursts into smoky flame, and a woman screams.
"Save King Arranol!"
Arkan, meanwhile, lays about him with his great blade, and one of the former archers falls supine, blood welling from a deep gash across his chest. The outlander coughs as he inhales some of the smoke.
Erista, still perched up at the
vindauga, is starting to ponder the wisdom of staying high up on a structure which could become a blazing mass of death and destruction at any moment...
A little ahead, and a bit to one side of Arkan, the stinging in his eyes from the smoke only seems to be driving Aarnr to new peaks of fury. The savage priest of Bowbe has, apparently, lost all reason. His greatsword sweeps and slashes and thrusts, and men fall before it, their mail byrnies torn asunder by the impact of that trenchant weapon.
The last remaining mailed guard, not wishing to be trapped in a burning building, hesitates for a moment - save the king, or flee in terror. Terror wins. Unfortunately Aarnr is between him and the exit. He rushes at the priest, determined to cut his way out through the intruder if necessary. His sword swings wildly, an Aarnr swats it aside carelessly, the impact numbing the guard's arm and causing him to drop the weapon...
Aarnr shakes his head to clear the fog, and realises that the fog is outside his head, and it smells like something burning.
People are starting to mill about, a number of them taking a wide berth around Aarnr and Arkan, and fleeing the hall. An old woman staggers out from behind the throne, holding a small child in her arms.
Colwyn becomes aware of a sudden change in the tone of the screams behind him. There are more of them, and a number of them seem to be coming from women. Add to that, the villagers seem to have lost interest in him, and are staring, open-mouthed, at something behind him.
He looks over his shoulder, and sees smoke drifting out of the door of the palace and seeping from the thatched roof.
"Oh, nadgers!" he mutters. Then a yell at the villagers.
"Don't just be standin' there, yer shower of lollygaggers! Best be gettin' buckets of water!"
Inside, one of the archers moves to flank Arkan, but Eilieen spots the movement, and brains the man with the butt of her spear. He sprawls on the floor, unconscious, his sword skittering out of his grasp to lay in a pool of burning spirits.
The remaining archers, gathered before the throne with blades in hand, seem beset by panic. One shrieks in terror as flames dance about his feet. Others are looking about for an exit that won't require them to pass the invaders. Sadly for them, the architect of the palace has neglected to include such a feature.
About half of them cast their weapons down and attempt to flee, giving the intruders as much space as they can.
Only four still remain before the throne. Four who are a little more brave, or foolish, than the rest.
Behind them the old woman coughs and sobs as she clutches the child to her skirts...
And near the back of the hall, a handful of people, male and female, are clustered, wailing and crying as the flames hem them in...
Princess Nata looks at Bilfro with wide-eyed amazement.
"That was a lovely story, Mister Bilfro. Old Currinder never told me no stories like that. Will you tell me another one? Only don't tell my brother any."
OOC: Is it warm in here, or is it just me?Combatant Init
Arkan 24
Erista 11
Aarnr Foultongue 9
Guards 8 (AC=15)
Colwyn Akbar 6
Eilieen 2
Archers 1 (AC=12)
Characters' Apparent Health
Aarnr Foultongue:
Hurt
Arkan : Good
Bilfro Gabbins: Good
Colwyn Akbar: Good
Eilieen: Good
Erista: Good