Depends. What's your definition of 'success'?

'Shit. Where is the rope? I swore it was here last time...'

You had already deployed your genius plan, but as you stood in the relative silence afterwords, you came to a horrifying conclusion.

You were bringing down the barn.

The barn you were currently inside.

'Shit Shit Shit...'

Your own quest (ha, more irony) to find a makeshift trigger that didn't involve going down with your own ship is interrupted by the sound of approaching armor. You hadn't heard a scream in the last 10 seconds or so, so it's likely your bait worked, and you were out of time.

'Dammit, why did I have to try and be smart about this...'

With no other option left to you, you duck down behind a stable wall (the animal kind, not the structurally sound kind) near the support pillar you had rigged. On the way, you quickly shove your blade into the gap behind the one remaining stone, leaving you with only your shield strapped to your back.

If you're gonna be killed, you suppose you can at least go down on your own terms. And hopefully take a few of the noble 'Heroes' down with you.

Your musings are interrupted yet again as the door flies open. The paladin leads the charge, with the two hunters flanking behind her, the elf with his crossbow at the ready, prepared to make the first strike. Even with their sub-par equipment, between the paladins golden hair and steel armor and the sunlight now flowing in the door silhouetting the group, you suppose it makes a majestic scene. One someone would appreciate when they weren't being hunted like a dog by these do-gooder butchers.

"Jesus, is there really anything in here?"

"Quiet," the paladin hisses, "there's probably another exit. Maybe a cellar. Just move in, and ensure we don't miss something. If we don't find anything fast, we have to get outside and fast, or we'll lose the chance to catch up to them!"

They all nodded, and entered together. Not straying to far from each-other, the moved down the center aisle, checking for any signs of their prize amongst your improvised living-quarters.

Hidden in the far corner, you hear the the rustling of hay a several meters away.

Just a bit closer.

Closer...

"It looks like we probably missed them. Should I go outside and start looking for a trail?" A man's voice comes from only a few meters away now.

You clench your fists, and take a deep breath.

"Sure, just keep your ears peeled. There still may b--"

"Hahaha..." You laugh with increasing volume, trying to easy your way into the attention of the 'Heroes'.

You've tried surprising them before. It usually ends painfully. For you, that is.

"Where!?"

"Show yourself!"

You stand up slowly, attempting to appear in control, yet present your hands as empty at the same time. Empty, that is, except for the sword stuck in the wall you keep tactfully behind your back.

"No need for that, oh Noble Heroes. Besides, I have a something I'm sure you'd love to hear. You wouldn't want to miss your chance to catch those rebels, yes?" You somehow manage to inject some of your resentment into your speech, making it sound like confidence, or so you hope.

"What the hell is this?" The the melee rogue sneers, who you now see is the one who was closest to you.

The elf closes the distance with his party, but turns his crossbow to the way they entered, presumably preparing for an ambush. "It's an NPC, idiot. It's probably the quest-giver."

"A trash level rebel? And what's that 'hero' nonsense?"

"He's probably a turncoat."

"Or he's actually a Royal Agent," the paladin suggests, looking at you quizzically. "Just let him speak. If we still have a chase to do, it would be better if we get this over with. So, sir, what do you have that will aid us? We will do all we can to stop the rebels who are plaguing this area."

You notice the conviction that appears on her attractive face as she says; you find it absolutely disgusting.

Bastards.

Time to finish this. Worst case, I'll just find the rope first when I wake up next time.

"Haha, fear not, your ambition will be rewarded!" A shit eating grin emerges from you lips as you twist your stance, disguising your hand reaching for your makeshift lever. "Dear Heroes, the rebels are indeed awaiting you. Please, allow me to show you to them!"

*yank*

The stone drops to the floor with a thud, while the trio's eyes look on in confusion.

"What, so there was a secret exi--?"

*rumble*

The walls begin to shift, the ceiling sagging as the weight-bearing pillar gave way.

"A trap!"

"Shit!"

You find yourself laughing maniacally. "Come, join my comrades in hell!"

The party of Heroes attempt to regain their senses. The human man looks at you viciously, before being grabbed by the paladin, who only had eyes for the exit. The elf reacts the slowest, caught in his own shock and confusion.

"We have to go!" the woman exclaimed.

But by now, the roof was already buckling. Fortunately, while your home was rather low in comfort, it didn't lack in size, and was perhaps, originally, quite well built. Several large ceramic tiles begin dropping, along with large wooden beams. The latter falls and blocks off the trio's path towards the other side of the barn, halting their retreat while the former tiles begin hailing upon their heads.

Awesome.

'I really am a genius,' you think to yourself. Your reverie fades, however, as your smile begins to shift to a grimace.

'This is _really _gonna hurt.'

...

"Cough, cough..."

'Fuck, that aches.'

You try and clear the dust from your eyes as you blink, fighting against your heavy limbs.

Like, incredibly heavy.

Oh, wait, that's not you -- it's the barn that's still on top of you.

As the initial confusion wears off and you remember where you are, you start the difficult task of clawing your way to freedom. At first, you can't seem to get shift around at all, with something holding your torso in place. After feeling around for a minute, you discover the cause, and perhaps the reason for your miraculous survival. The shield you managed to snag this time through life, still strapped to your back, had managed to bear most of the weight from the medium beam and numerous boards that had covered you.

After several minutes, you manage to free yourself. You squint from both the waning sunlight and a headache that you suspect will haunt you for a day or two. But then again, you rarely survive injuries. This is new territory for you.

"Divines, I actually survived." You really hadn't anticipated this. It had been a long time since you've felt so relieved to be alive. You decide to take in the high of your victory for a moment.

Wait...

Those bastard Heroes! What if they had better luck than you! When you think about it, that's almost guaranteed. You quickly inspect your surroundings, trying to find your sworn enemies.

"Damn."

It really is a mess. Well, just about as much as you'd suspect for a collapse building, but the heroes specifically. You quickly find the elf, choked underneath a large wooden beam, his eyes open and unresponsive. The other man is a bit more concealed, covered both in rubble, as well as more cuts and general damage than his companion. His leather armor is a step or two away from being shredded at this point. However, it seems his final mistake was not tossing aside his own weapons during his panic. While that may have helped him in combat, now one of his dagger remains jammed into his stomach, a sizable puddle of blood barely perceptible underneath.

Okay, that's two. There was three, right?

'Fucking headache.'

She shouldn't be too far. After a bit of scrutiny, you catch a glint of steel underneath the wreckage. It's gonna be troublesome to get to her.

'Eh. Close enough. Now what am I going to d--'

"Auuuuuuuugh..."

Well, I guess that answers that.