No small number of people are scared to go under the protection of the Blaze, but familiar faces among the militia go a long way to settling their concerns.
The manacles worn by the prisoners are not keyed. They're secured by pins driven into a very tight hole. Releasing them is a simple enough affair, but requires tapping the pin out with a hammer and a nail or some other thin rod. Several people get to work, with the first to be freed helping speed the process along.
Once the prisoners are loose, the militia set about reusing the bindings on those you wish to capture.
Meanwhile, the wagons outside the warehouses are being torn apart. No one thinks they have the time or manpower to take everything, but weapons and particularly valuable stuff are being pulled out. Most of the wealth stored here is in terms of bulky trade goods, but there is some in the way of finery, usually family herilooms.
Someone hauls out a large sack containing a set of chain mail, some ornate gauntlets, and a few other items. (This is Velon's stolen gear)
The freed prisoners take up arms where they can, there isn't enough for all of them, but many have some manner of weapon for the trip back to the fort.
Of particular note in the loot are a few weapons with minor enchantments (Each of them is a simple +1), a pair of longswords and a light mace to be precise.
Most of the armor is unremarkable, but there are three breastplates and two sets of splintmail, unenchanted.
The mage downed in the alley wore a ring that appears to bear an enchantment, and a wizard's spellbook. His counterpart had a long strip of bronze with runic etchings on it. Its purpose is not immediately clear, but Onwen finds some of it familiar.
The spellbook contains writing on the following spells: L1: Absorb Elements, Catapult, Charm Person, Disguise Self, Fog Cloud, Ice Knife, Identify, Magic Missile. L2: Earthbind, Flaming Sphere, Locate Object, Magic Mouth, Pyrotechnics, Web. L3: Lightning Bolt, Nondetection, Sleet Storm.
A few minutes later, Tallis returns, along with her riders, they bring word that the main looting party is heading this way. You have time to make the escape, but need to move.
Edited: daishain on 25th Apr, 2017 - 2:58pm
Velon spots his personal items and, if unopposed, grabs the sack. As time allows he dons his gauntlets and shield, leaving the tedious task of putting his armor on for a later time.
He expresses interest in a longsword and heavier plate, if the other heroes would allow him.
He'd also like to take a peak around to see if his fellow prisoners such as the tinker and yellow haired man are safely amongst the group preparing to depart.
Fay hears Tallis, "Thank thee for the information. We shall tarry here no longer." Turning towards the rest he says, "There is a group headed this way. Remain calm. Poljen, Targul, Cratol, please lead the way. We have time but we must away now. We will take you all to safety, but you must remain calm. Amillë, woulds't thou accompany me in acting as rear guard and to ensure we lose none ere we return." With that, he starts to hum a quiet melody of peace and prosperity.
Edited: Abnninja on 25th Apr, 2017 - 3:24pm
Targul will lay claim to one set of Splint mail. It's not much, but at least it's better than the chain he's currently wearing. And, from what he's seen, hanging out with Poljen will require him to be as armored as much as possible.
He'll wait to don the armor until they're back in the safety of the cave, but in the meantime, he'll help everybody back, helping to carry whatever he can in the process.
Nyzahr has given the necromancer they call Onwen the strange item she has found on the body of the mage.
From all her interplanar travels, she had never seen anything resembling the runes etched in the curiously flexible bronze band, but she wonders if this is the famous "Draconic" language that seems so connected with the use of magic in this world.
Fighting her exhaustion and still wincing with pain from her numerous electrical burns, she sends a mental inquiry towards the young mage:
- Methinks it will be of utmost use to know more of yon occult dragon idiom. Will This Mage be of a mind to teach its subtleties to This One Here ? This One is a fast learner indeed.
The tiefling attempts to crack a smile, that quickly transforms into a grimace of pain as she presses her right hand on her side, visibly struggling to remain focused in spite of her wounds… but her eyes remain fixed intensely on Onwen's face, waiting for a response.
Out of Character:
Our bard did cast a longing look towards the splint mail tunics being salvaged from the fallen, but she quickly realizes she is in no condition to make use of such a heavy suit of armor.
She remains curious as to the use of the bronze band and will intently follow Onwen's examination, trying to learn as much as she can from the proceedings.
Continuing his music, Fay pockets the ring and puts the spell book in his pouch. "Amillë, I have retrieved ring and spell book from this filth. I will have them both examined upon our safe return. Do you require healing? Meh repertoire is all but exhausted but I would gladly expend the last of it to ensure thy safety." Fay continues herding and ushering the people towards safety.
Poljen takes one of the magic longswords, and as long as none of the Blaze claim the other is willing to let the dwarf have it. To Fay's directions he shakes his head. "No, lad. You and your mum take the lead, since you've the eyesight for the dark, yes? Targul and I can run the fastest, and if we need to delay outriders, we are best for it. If things go to hell, you lead them all to the cave, and we will lead the enemy to the walls of the fort. Have them drop the ropes down they planned to before. Escobert and Tallis know what I mean. Now go!"
He assists Targul with his new armor if necessary, and then will take up position of rearguard. He also puts his torch stone back in his pouch.