The continued adventures of not Vikings
05-27-2018, 01:54 PM
With no way forward, the only possible path is back whence they came. Gwain rummages through the supplies around him to find a sturdy looking rope and ties it around Robillard's waist. He cautiously approaches the creature waiting patiently nearby, and offers it the end of the rope. "Uhm..., play tug?" Together, hey both begin dragging Robillard's unconscious body to the trap door. Once he is lifted out of the cellar, Gwain removes the rope and begins coiling it in preparation for more work. He looks to Thistle, then back to the creature, then ever so carefully starts binding the beast's legs and mouth. He closes the trap door, locks it, then moves the hay lying in the corner back over the trap door to conceal its presence once again.
Finally, he draws his bow and points a knocked arrow at the hopefully helpless beast. He gives it a nod, then waits. Not knowing what will happen next, he simply stands at the ready, anticipating a contingent of soldiers to come roaring in or the beast to snap its bonds at any second.
Finally, he draws his bow and points a knocked arrow at the hopefully helpless beast. He gives it a nod, then waits. Not knowing what will happen next, he simply stands at the ready, anticipating a contingent of soldiers to come roaring in or the beast to snap its bonds at any second.
