Play@YSDC

"Not sure where he went off to," says Liz. She raises her voice. "Oi! We have to go NOW!"

ooc,sorry - thought I rolled a listen already. :P What happened to that post? On it. Unrelated question... can you make the character thread sticky so it's always at the top?

Listen - failed,[url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3897892/]Listen (45%) (1d100=77)[/url]

Greg can tell there is talking going on elsewhere, but he can't make anything out over the girl yelling in Albanian. He sniffed the air as obviously as he could hoping the girl would be able to smell burning wood and paint from above. The look of urgency on his face is unmistakable as he beckons them to follow with a wave of his hand, and turns to head up the stairs before he too is trapped within a burning building.

While Greg cant hear anything from upstairs but the crackle of the fire, he does hear some lound banging and a raised voice coming from the door to his immediate right. Just outside the door are two water-based fire extinguishers, and someone has burnt some kind of sigils into the door frame. The door iteslf is padlocked shut, hung from two nails across the door is fine gold chain.

Meanwhile, the older girl urges the two younger girls towards what are apparently their bedrooms, clearly unsympathetic towards Greg's unspoken suggestion.

Greg reached over and grabbed a fire extinguisher, and yelled through the door, "There is a lock... where is the key?" He looked back to the older girl and pulled his gun pointing it at her, gesturing to the padlock. "Unlock it!"

The girl ignores him as she ushers the other two girls into their rooms*.


*She has her back to him.

Greg shoots the lock off the door.

The lock splits but the round wizzes past Greg's ear. The door however still doesn't budge. From behind him the teenage girl is now shouting and screaming at Greg.

Upstairs Clay and Liz drag the now barely conscious Jacob through the hedge into the next door garden. flames are streaming from the upstairs windows now.

"Right," says Liz quietly. "I'm going back in to fetch Greg and Elira. Look after Jacob best you can and try to stop the bleeding." Brandishing her extinguisher, she creeps back towards the french doors in the rear of the house.

Greg repointed the gun toward the girl, "Either stay where you are, or make your way out of the house. But don't mess with me!"

He threw the door open to let whomever was inside free. "We have to hurry!"

ooc,Anyone else think this is probably a really bad idea?

Downstairs: Greg tries the door and finds that in addition to the padlock the door has been locked.

Upstairs: Liz enters the hallway now rapidly filling with smoke. On the stairs a ball of flame dances along the bannister setting it ablaze, another wraps itself around the head of the woman turning her into some kind of obscene candle. Above her head, Liz notices the burning motes gathering together to form something entirely new.

Liz:,SAN check.

Greg:,Contested STR roll vs the STR of the Door which in this case is 6 (60% chance of success)

Royya,First aid roll for Clay to see if he can staunch Jacob's bleeding, and in the circumstances please feel free to run him as a PC.

Liz remains calm and points her extinguisher up at the gathering motes above her, spraying them in the hopes that she can stop whatever they're doing before it starts. "Where the bloody hell are you?!" she calls.

Liz has no idea where Greg could have gone.

Contested Strength - fail,[url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3906006/]Contested strength (60%) (1d100=61)[/url] - just barely. Can I try again? Wait a sec... they had a deadbolt on the opposite side? Or is it my side?

Greg puts his shoulder into the door and promptly bounces off, but he heard the wood split somewhere deep within. He grabbed off the gold chain with his left hand, thinking nonsensically that it might have been the one thing preventing him from forcing the door open.

The gold chain comes down easily in Greg's hand clearly only held in place by a couple of picture tacks. Looking at the door Greg can see the area around the handle looks as though its shifted in the door.

OOC: Greg,The door gives if Gregs leads with his shoulder next turn.

Upstairs Liz hears a muffled crash from the direction of the kitchen.

Indeed, Greg puts his shoulder into it one more time.

Liz hurries into the kitchen, extinguisher at the ready.

OOC,I'm not upstairs.

Liz hurries into the Kitchen where she finds a a kitchen cabinet has been pulled away from the wall to reveal a set of stairs leading down into a cellar. Somewhere behind her Liz hears something structural collapsing.

Downstairs in the cellar, the door gives under Greg's shoulder flying open to bounce against the wall, the room is small but expensively decorated (in the same teen girl chic style) bent over in the center of the room in a light silk shift and the same leather jacket he last saw her wearing at the airport is Elira. She looks up at Greg with a face filled with a mixture of fear expectation and relief. Greg sees she has been hurridly shoving clothes and possessions into a plastic shopping bag.

Liz OOC:,CON roll please, the kitchen as with everywhere else on the groundfloor is filling with thick smoke.

Upstairs/Downstairs,To clarify Liz is upstairs in relation to Greg who is in the cellar

Greg waved for the girl to follow, "Come on... we got to go!" snatched up her garbage bag full of stuff and started heading up. He had his revolver out and at the ready in case the other girl wanted to give them trouble.