[IC] D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

Parum's smile, beaming and bright, filled Brannor's mind with inspiration; just her gesture alone, words of motivational power not even yet uttered, and he felt as though he had every advantage over their enemies. Faith, fate and favor conspired together again with the crack of the other, larger man's fist to the kobold's chest sending it artfully to the floor in a still heap. So filled with gallant emotion, that the only next reasonable course was to rush the sling-bearer and remove his harassment; failed as it was now, the last thing he wanted was for his small companion to catch a stone in this skirmish - they needed her and her arcane talents.

At an angle, weapon recovered from its earlier swing and the previously standing opposed kobolds now breathless and seemingly dead on the floor, he moved in and unleashed a low, sweeping blow. The shot, aimed at the lower limbs and torso, carried up and out in direction. Brannor did not stop to continue with observing his success or failure against the fiery, arcane globe surrounded fiend, letting the resistance of the vicious weapon's cut speak to him instead...

Rolls

Rolled a 16, 22 with advantage, for greatsword attack against kobold nearest the sally port and affected by Faerie Fire.
Rolled a 13 for slashing damage if it is successful.
Brannor will use his attack of opportunity on the human spellcaster if the man provokes from him.
Brannor still has an Inspiration Die from Parum.

There was no doubt the rune engraved blade sung, but the man did not give pause for a moment. Even if the strike missed, this Ramando fellow no doubt had the creature's fate in his hands. Such a sizable man by scale alone was formidable, but the grace he fought with was far more unexpected; he could handle one if not a few the swordsman reasoned.

Still in predatory euphoria, channeling the divine nature witihin, he planned his next strike in anticipation as he moved into the fray, not far from the now red stained half orc. The battle well under way, no doubt well in Orchid's favor to their unawareness, he stood at the ready behind the dragon's mender; eager for the man to stand and pay for twisting the powers of healing.

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[Lucius Cypher]

Magic annoyed Orchid sometimes. While he was thankful for Parum's magic making it easier for him to hit the drake, the human healing the same drake bothered him. These kobolds were starting to get annoying as well. And while the drake was obviously the biggest threat, Orchid was somewhat smart enough to know that the kobolds were fighting as a pack, and as long as they were still around they would help the drake and the human strike them. Snarling at his enemies Orchid looked as though he was going to take another hack at the drake, but his swing instead went towards the kobold to his side, though it was such a wild slash that it was hard to tell even for Orchid if his blow would connect or not.

Rolls

Current HP: 12/14

Attack Rolls w/Advantage - 12/11
Damage w/Rage - 9

[Hekazu]

Both of the kobolds met a similar fate before the bladed weapons, even if the wild attack from the half-orc had thrown them off balance and the hit connecting was somewhat of a surprise to them. The frail creatures were made to bow before cold steel as the warriors cut down the last remaining kobolds in the room. The Ambush Drake was visibly not happy about this turn of events, but there was not much it could do about it now.

Mechanics

Both of the attacks land, killing their targets.

However, the drake did protest this change of events in the only way it's body understood: Aggression towards the perpetrator. The Drake, now without the aid of the smaller creatures, lashed out at the raging barbarian before it, challenging them into a bout of brute strength. A leap at Orchid's arm was a risky move, but in the end it worked out as the warrior was just a bit too slow to pull back their arm... The drake's jaws closed shut on their mark, teeth piercing the skin and letting out blood.

Combat roll log

The drake makes an attack with a roll of 16, just barely landing their strike.
As a reward for their successful attempt, they get to deal 5 piercing damage to Orchid.

[Phoenix]

His open mind in a chaotic situation observed all. The Kobold off to his right flipped a stone in a sling, and without a slight movement, the stone passed by him without consequence. With the Kobolds' bodies lying in front of him, he made his next plan of attack. The Slinging Kobold was swiftly cut down by the Paladin, who decided to make the safe choice rather than the valorous choice of rushing to Orchid's aid as he was immediately swarmed by three enemies.
The Drake, though having took much damage, still stood, and an aura passed to him from the human, healing the dart's wound and generally revitalizing the beast. The Kobold moved to surround and overwhelm the Green Man, having the basic capacity that they would overpower the individual if there were greater numbers attacking it. Ramando had to act immediately in order to save his, largely, unacquainted ally.
A few steps and he was next to the Kobold who'd struck at Orchid, seemingly with futility. It's body on the ground, lifeless bloody, Ramando gripped his carved quarterstaff with both hands and used the tactic of inertia, holding on end of the staff with the other end as the point to make contact. However, this sacrificed accuracy for assumed power. He aimed for the human who, apparently, was acting as some kind of healer.

Hider

Ramando Quaterstaff Attack - 11
Ramando Quarterstaff Damage - 7

Hider

Depending whether or not the first strike lands and kills, this next attack would go for the human or the Drake (should the human have been defeated by the first roll). I will edit this per the response.
Ramando Unarmed Attack - 16
Ramando Unarmed Damage - 5

[Hekazu]

Rolls

Given Faerie Fire gives advantage on attacks, I filled in on Ramando to see if he scored a crit. He didn't (nat 2).

A solid hit to the head knocked out the human, the noise of them tumbling down caused the Drake to quickly spin around to see if the sound was something it needed to bother itself with. This opening was utilised by the monk to punch the creature directly onto the snout. The drake shook it's head and returned to battle ready position before anyone else had the time to strike at it. Now alone and cornered, the beast had no option but to go all out if it gained the chance.

[Ryonara]

So far the battle was going well, as all the kobolds were taken down and Ramundo knocked out the human who healed the drake. Now there was only the drake itself, backed into a wall by Orchid, Brannor, and Ramundo. Parum was there too, but she felt it would be safer behind the three bigger men than on the front lines. But she wasn’t just going to stand idly by and let them take care of it. Peeking at the drake while she was standing behind Brannor, she taunted it in draconic.

"Sia thurirl geou molik wux takh. Majak Svern!"

Once more her cutting words were filled with magic, psychically harming the dragon, however minor. With any luck her words would sting it enough for it to not only distract it, but possibly even convince it to stand down. Not that Parum had the slightest clue what to do with the creature even if it did surrender. Did the keep have any way to hold him? She simply clutched her rapier tighter and watched the drake carefully.

Translation

"Sia thurirl geou molik wux takh. Majak Svern!"
"My friend will skin your hide. Surrender!"

Rolls

Vicious Mockery = 4

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

The scent of Orchid's blood putting fire into the outlander's veins, Brannor did not give pause.

Unbeknownst to him, in his surging thrill at what appeared to be the moments of hunt's end, the halfling woman's magic lashed out with an authority far beyond her slender stature. She wisely kept behind the men, working the minds of her enemies, but it was more divine favor that happened next than anything else; a moment none could wholly predict, not even Brannor himself who carried it out. It came in first as the draconic fiend wheeled about to answer the threat that had already passed, the treacherous healer now unconscious upon the floor from the crack of a quarterstaff, but bloomed as the solidness of a near lightning strike met with its scaled muzzle. It recoiled, withdrawing its vulnerability and wisely so... or how it regularly would have gone. There was no doubt it would either fight to the death in a snarling, rampant frenzy or run as fast as it could manage to escape.

But the redeemers of Greenest did not relent, not for a moment, and moreover they did not present the opportunity of evasion as Brannor's greatsword crashed down in fearsome blow. Everything in the golden eyed woodsman honed in upon the weakest of the creature's points and the time his companions had bought him allowed the mighty overhead swing, the same carry through and stroke of an executioner's blade. A blow wherein one's hand rested upon the sword's bindings and the other further back; it was regularly a risky tact, leaving the bearer of the weapon so exposed, but seldom was it that the enemy could be so confined by a wave of attackers.

Rolls

Rolled a 26, or a natural 20, for a greatsword attack against the drake affected by Faerie Fire.
Rolled an 18 for slashing damage.
Brannor still has his Inspiration Die from Parum.

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[Hekazu]

The bard's mental assault struck true. While more of a threat than a real insult, the creature still felt the weight of the magical words and suffered their ill effect. It didn't have the time to bother the creature to it's full effect though, as all of the problems it had or might have had were solved with a swift greatsword strike, leaving very little doubt about the creature's state of death. A momentary silence filled the room, broken at last once a guardsman poked Parum in the shoulder and asked "Is it clear?"

Spare from the corpses of the fallen, there were no signs of enemies as things were now, even with the broken down port on the outer wall. The people of Greenest had to consider themselves fortunate: Had the knowledge of such a breach been common knowledge among the enemies, they would be rushing in no-stop. As soon as an all-clear message was given, the castellan walked into the lantern and magic lit room and examined the port from a distance. "Well, it sure is beat up, but ain't nuffin' that couldnae' be fixed. Any ideas on how to proceed here? Do ye happen to 'ave any tricks up your sleeves for this?" he inquired from the squad.

Mechanics

Just in case someone missed it, combat is over.
Also, the drake failed their save VS Parum's mockery with a roll of 12.

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

With a firm tug, the great blade unsheathed itself from the draconic beast's hide, running crimson with thick and vibrant lifeblood. The silence of the storm after battle rushed in, broken only by the sounds of the town's guardsmen advancing and coming to witness that their allies had indeed been successful. Brannor, hefting the freed weapon, nodded in reply as one of the armed men placed a hand briefly upon the smaller woman, looking back upon their band and seeing that only Orchid had suffered much of any injury; as much as he in mind was urged to restore the other warrior to greatest ability, his body was tapped of its supernatural well.

No healing touch remained, but the huntsman did not stop there.

They had a trophy and a worthy prize in one of these dragon sworn men that had been rendered unconscious by their newest addition. In fact, it was only the inspiration he received from the halfling mage earlier during the surge of battle that reminded him of her words hours ago. Sheathing his weapon across his back, he looked at first to the approach of a lantern which turned out to be the dwarf; for the time being he placing his knee upon the collapsed man's spine and took up both limp hands, paying no further heed to the guardsmen or the added company. Even yet as he worked, he looked about, keeping watchful eyes in the shadowy light that danced with lantern and magic's fire, golden stare almost glinted back to the woman. Producing some rope from his backpack, where it was secured and strapped to its side, he began binding the man as he would a slain quarry.

"You had wanted one alive earlier in the night, Parum? It seems our new company has read your mind." Brannor remarked, not having forgotten how she had first wanted one of the kobolds. But this? This was much better. Some sort of priest if he had to guess what the soon to be captive was.

But when the dwarf's voice again came as he entered fully to inspect the stone halls, the aspirant of the wild supernatural did not answer, only quietly shaking his head and keeping to the business of his capture. The adrenaline and thrill in him started to fade, but he doubted this was to be the last of their enemy's tests tonight.

Effects

Brannor rolled a 5, expending his Inspiration Die from Parum this increased to a 7. However, because he is not hurrying, Brannor instead takes his passive Dexterity check to secure the rope's bonds around the unconscious man's limbs and bind them all together for an 11.

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[Lucius Cypher]

"Ha! No problem!" Orchid smiled as he saw the drake get cut down. It was somewhat unfortunate that he wasn't the one who did the deed, but Orchid wouldn't make any complaints. He mostly ignored the others as they came into the room, figuring that all the enemies were dead. And if there was more, good! More enemies for Orchid to face. Sheathing his sword Orchid took out his dagger; the dragon claw he had found so long ago. With this blade Orchid, in his primal rage, started to skin the dragon beast. His hide would be very useful for Orchid's shield, once he gets time to tan it or perhaps turn it into rawhide. More so if this drake and the dragon flying above are the same scales.

Feeling the blade slip underneath the flesh and scales of the beast Orchid let instincts take over. Carving up the hide in such a way that it doesn't make a messy cut, any jagged edges, or unnecessary tears. When it was time to get to the claws, head, and tail, Orchid knew exactly what to do and made sure they were removed cleanly. In roughly ten minutes or so, time was hard to track when skinning, Orchid had peeled the hide off the dragon, leaving nothing but it's exposed muscles and sinew underneath. The only fault was the various cuts and wounds the party had inflicted on the dragon, with Brannor's last attack in particularly leaving a deep scar. But nothing that Orchid couldn't work with. "Mhmm. This good."

Rolls

Survival/Leatherworking Tools to quickly and expertly skin the dragon - 22

[Phoenix]

Bodies littered the ground. Covered in dirt, bruised and bloodied, they were now fuel for the earth to neutralize and create new life. There was already so much work for the Mother to do here, but the lives of the negative were best to neutralize than those of the innocent and righteous. Ramando's heart vibrated a grievance and silent mourning for those he felled this night, the same he'd done when he'd first arrived in this unfortunate city.
He kept his quarterstaff close, prepared to continue this battle deep into the night and preparing to fell more enemies that threatened the weak and dying. He looked to Parum, eyeing over her body in a quick inspection for injuries. It seemed the only one injured in this fight was the Green Man, Orchid. Though, he seemed largely unfazed by his injuries despite their apparent severity. Perhaps he placed his sense of protection over the wrong individual.
It was difficult to avert his attention to the guardsmen who'd entered to see if the area was cleared. One of the men's questions took him by surprise. Wouldn't they know best how to proceed. Ramando wasn't a soldier learned in the ways of military tactics and strategy, and he knew this. There was no trick for him to perform that would end this battle, this siege. So he looked to Brannor'sir and his captive Ramando never intended, but never wished to actually kill at the same time. If any of them would know how to proceed, it would be the one with the captive or the, clearly, intellectual Bard that proved a powerful asset to their band.

[Ryonara]

Finally the battle was over. At least this one. With the drake slain, the kobolds killed, and the human unconscious the threat here was eliminated. Parum sheathed her rapier and put her viol away and looked at the carnage. She wondered if there was something wrong with her about how quickly she was adapting to all of this. She took a deep breath, getting a heavy whiff of fresh corpses. It was a bitter scent. Soon the dwarven castellan from before arrived. The damage done would be easy enough to repair, but now they need to know what their next move is.

"You mentioned that this way could be used to clear our the civilians, correct? Perhaps we can scout about and clear out any enemies or make a safe route out of this village for them. Once we get the civilians out of the way we can focus more about how to fight the invaders." Not that Parum had a clue how to go about that. Shooting them with arrows she imagine, but she was still trying to figure out how they were going to slay a dragon, or the rest of the kobold army. But perhaps this human here could be of some help. Looking down at the acolyte tied up on the ground Parum looked back towards the castellan. "Do you have somewhere private we can keep him? A prison cell or some sort? There are some questions I wish to ask him."

[Hekazu]

Escobert followed the actions of the adventurers for a moment before sighing to himself. They seemed not to care about the blatantly broken port whatsoever, so apparently it would fall upon him to take care of it. As per usual, he had to admit. The guards and other muscle that deal with threats like this didn't really want to ever bother with this kind of stuff... he just had hoped the adventurers would show some interest in this part of the strategy.

The castellan didn't simply keep all this to himself, but replied to Parum in a calm if a bit stern tone: "Alright, look. We 'ave a broken port in our hands, sumfin' the enemies likely know the location of by now. We can think about the prisoner and what comes after later. And your green friend might want to reconsider spending their time doing... that while situation is what it is. Do any of you 'appen to know, for example, some magic that could fix this neatly and quickly?" He didn't want to delay the repairs for a second, who knew if the enemy was planning a full assault as they spoke?

Their prisoner remained unconscious for now, but anyone close enough to observe their breathing could notice it was getting slower and losing it's natural pace. Didn't sound good or normal. Perhaps some first aid should be administered? If they wanted to get the man all the way to a cell without risking it, at the very least.

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

Brannor gave no mind to the dwarf's concerns initially, content with finishing the securing of their captive with the old rope that was bound up between the man's limbs. He had heard what it was that was said, no doubt, but the notion baffled him. In the entirety of the fairly sizable keep, they had not one court mage or priest even now that could be busied with the repair of a door instead? What good were these enormous stone walls and iron doors then? It was one of many frustrations he held with mortal folk, those who had not spent their life outside the walls, the fences, the fields and mundanity; one of the reasons he left when he was young. It was frustrating enough at its core that it distracted him slightly from reducing the man's weakened breathing, his knee still resting firm upon the man's back.

In fact, the brutality of fighting they had sustained to get this far, a wound that would have regularly killed a man subjected upon him personally by a well placed arrow, and now this, the audacity to ask if they would waste precious magic on a door? It was an insult that began to stir embers in his mind. Enough of which made the powerfully built man grit his teeth and pull tighter the bonds as he tied them together. Undoubtedly the man's joints were not fond of this, for the resisted and surely were to be made painfully sore... and worse yet his situation.

"Find someone else." His response came, direct and vaguely snarled as he knelt aside and rolled the dragon's follower over, the man's chest rising with a stronger breath at last.

Rolls

Brannor rolled a 7 to aid in stabilizing the man, proving unsuccessful by being distracted and lost in thought. Turning in slight to aggression, he fails again on a 3. The third time is the charm at last as he makes a potentially successful effort to stabilize the captive with an 11.

With a long, drawn up breath that eased his body, careful to temper his righteous rage for those that truly deserved it, he looked down upon the bound man, then to the dwarf. It was slow, the entire set of motions he carried out, almost as if grasping for a way to word his thoughts that were not just lashings of anger. The hesitation had granted him enough time to look back to the captive and reflect sincerely that he did not want to repeat this again; the fight, the capture and the removal. Instead, the others would need meet a fate like the rest he had traded blows with on this night, as the only penalty for such unprovoked evil was a swift end.

"If they're fool enough to funnel themselves into this death trap, let them come." His words at last came, having calmed the savage wrath within and returning to more clarity in thought, "But I sincerely doubt any of us can perform 'Repair Door' magic."

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[Ryonara]

Parum looked at Escobert and furrowed her brows. Repairing walls wasn't exactly something she knew how to do, despite her pursuit of knowledge. Granted, she recognized the importance of repairing the wall, but it wasn't exactly something she was capable of off hand. She was also a bit peeved that the castellan would even have the gall to call them out on not thinking about how to repair the damaged wall after Parum and the others had literally taken care of the enemies in this room. Though admittedly when she noticed that Orchid was skinning the drake, she was a bit disgusted. That seemed rather... Unnecessary.

"While I won't deny that Orchid should... Take his business elsewhere, we aren't exactly traveling repairmen. I have some magic that I've used to repair my instrument every now and again, but I don't know how effective it'll be fixing something as big as a door. I can try, but I suggest that you get your men to reinforce this sally port nonetheless. If they broken in once, they could do so again."

Parum walked over to the destroyed door and examined it. While she had a general idea of how reinforced doors worked, she couldn't say she had any expertise about them. The best she could do is try to put the door back together and keep casting Mending until the damaged is reversed. But whether or not that'd make the door stronger than it was before, Parum wasn't certain. "Could someone help me hold the pieces together? Mending only works if I attach the bits of the door to each other." As she said that Parum picked up a fairly hefty sized piece (For a halfling) and started to cast mending to reattach it to the hinge. It would take some time before she'd finish repairing the door.

[Lucius Cypher]

Orchid had just finished skinning the dragon of its scales, leaving behind a flayed corpse. The hide was scaled and stiff even now, so he'll need somewhere safe to store it if he wants to tan it later. Couldn't even roll it up. He mostly ignored the dwarf who seemed disgusted by his trade, knowing that they were in no danger now and gathering loot for their next encounter would be most important.

When Parum asked for some help Orchid walked over and held the door pieces in place for her. "We should attack. We stay, we be attacked. If we attack, they defend. Fort strong, and we strong. Hunt enemy like prey, bleed them dry." The half-orc spoke loudly for the others to hear his tactical assessment. They had no forces strong enough to go head-to-head against the horde, but using underhanded tactics and sabotage would allow them to cripple their forces. Burn their food, poison the water, spread illness. Or simply killing them in small groups at a time. It's how the elves waged wars.

[Hekazu]

Having received attitude from the big man, the shield dwarf wasn't having none of that. "Find someone else? Find someone else he says!" Before he had the time to continue on that note, what Parum had to say defused the situation. "See, at least someone wants to try!" Escobert snapped out at Brannor. Before joining to help Parum, he yelled at the guardsmen at the door: "And corporal! Just in case this does not work, go fetch Mr. Lake." He couldn't quite figure out what governor saw in these people.

As one of the soldiers hurried off Escobert lifted one of the parts on the door to help the bard, trying his best not to lose his temper again. These people thought they knew everything, he could see it in their attitude. They were too young to understand... he'd probably been in charge of this keep alone for longer than they've lived, and he had seen his fair share of combat. He knew how to prioritise.

On the other side of the room, where Brannor had tried and tried again to stop their prisoner from dying in their hands, as they finally got their head injury in check, the man had already drawn their last breath. He knew the man had been still alive just before the last attempt, but there had to have happened something drastic during his final attempt. The prisoner didn't seem to be alive any longer.

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

"In the great scheme of things," Brannor began in rebuke, coldly looking over the dragon's ally as that wounded man and his life slipped away at the same time, "I think this door would still have found itself fixed."

He scowled before rising up, dusting his gloved hands free and paying no further mind to the casualty; the man was already dead when he sided with these pawns of evil - it was better to just be done with it as it was rather than toying with them should they survive. It was not as though the enemy would be so kind as to give them a swift death Brannor took it, intelligent and evil beings had a tendency to do far more wicked or vile things to their captives. What would a dragon and its followers be willing to do in revenge for their meddling ways? If it did not involve cruelty beyond need, he would have been colored surprised.

As far as the man was concerned, the half orc had the right notion about the matter. Holding up in these stone walls and getting picked at by the dragon's marauders and its occasional passes was more or less a lighter variety of siege. So far this keep couldn't keep muster against that. The wise thing to do would to, as much as he hated to admit it, capture another as Parum had suggested and reminded him and exploit the orc's tactical approach; the green man wasn't a fool in the slightest. Simple in his wording and the finer details, but everything was right about it.

Brannor just wanted to take it one step further, aiming for a more valuable target... but for now, he merely approached the other three at work and threw his strength in with calm ease; as frustrating as the dwarf proved, leaving this door open was not going to help anyone here or elsewhere other than the damned invaders. It was divine providence that they happened to be returning this night, launch a rescue into the heart of the battle, succeed and reach the keep, only to get this fortunate turn of events that the halfling had some means to repair the door.

"Can this thing be barricaded or barred this time around to avoid this in the future?" Brannor put forth his arms, pushing some of the ruined pieces together, "I would rather not return to do this again."

Perhaps some of these regular soldiers would be of use, other than errand boys. Brannor was left to wonder, but as his body worked to secure the pieces, this all reminded him of one of many reasons he preferred to avoid "civilized folk".

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[Phoenix]

With no real idea or opinions on the matter, the Dwarf's inquiry passed him by, as it seemed to have the others, except the Green Man. His suggestions were sound, from what little Ramando could understand of his dialect. It seemed to, then, pass back to the Dwarf, visibly irritated by their lack of military strategery, of which he could feel no shame for lacking.
Brannor'sir's sentiments were justified, and it seemed mutual among the others. Ramando held a similar sentiment, but remained silent, as he usually would. And, as usual, he acted toward the sentiment o their host, having no real authority over their own actions while under his roof. Ramando just helped without fuss, and went to aid in the repositioning of the pieces of the gate.

Hider

Athletics Check - 15

Water had knocked it down, shattered, exploded, must have been quite powerful. Or, the state of the gate was so deteriorated that the wind simply pushed it over. Fleeting thoughts as he helped raise, position, and hold the, rightfully heavy and cumbersome, materials while Parum focused on the spell that undid time itself, reversing the efforts made against the entrance to the keep.

[Hekazu]

Ignoring Brannor's first remark, given how he too knew the door would have been fixed eventually, but better it be sooner rather than later. Soon, he heard some sense come from the human's direction however and that was worth replying something to. "Aye, big guy. We 'ad this door guarded and barred, but sumfin' went wrong. Let's make sure that ain't takin' place again, for you ain't the only one opposed to returnin'. Ya could start on it already if you'd like", Escobert replied to Brannor as he personally toiled to help Parum in her task. He then proceeded to call a couple volunteers from the next room to fetch more barricade worthy material.

A few minutes passed with the guards bringing in more material to block the port with, the people setting pieces in place and, if able and willing, preparing the barricade on the parts of the door that were already fixed. During this time, a man covered in a torn robe and stained bandages arrived. "I trust this was important, castellan, for you've interrupted my rest", they said as they walked into the room, soon continuing: "But I fail to see why calling upon me was necessary."

Escobert was quick to reply: "Lake, these 'ere people 'ave already given me a fair share of attitude. Ya dun' start with me now. 'Sides, ain't like anyone in this 'ere keep is gonna rest well this night. Join on in, we need ta fix this." The newcomer did not much more but rolled his eyes and joined the people working on the door with a casting of mending.

They had just reached the final moments of repairing, as a group of enemies approached from the outside, a group of kobolds and less armoured humans, one of the latter frantically pointing towards the port and waving their other hand at the two better armed individuals. The one being spoken to nodded, spoke a few words that couldn't be heard this far, sending the other one back the way they came from and personally charging the door under repairs, closely followed by the weaker henchmen. "Hold the door!" Escobert yelled. "We are nearly done! Keep the barricades in place!" he ordered to the ones not currently actively repairing.

Mechanics

Anyone willing to drop what they are doing to block the advance of the enemy should roll Athletics and press against the door/barricades with their full strength.