(I/C)
Once the coughing subsided, Brendon shook the magic user’s hand, “Hmmm, funny how you didn’t see that coming Lannis.”
“Terrible plan, terrible idea,” Lyra dusted herself off, taking her sling back out. “I’m never helping you again. You should have known that was going to happen.”
"Ha!” he snorted, “Now that my brilliant plan has succeeded, I agree we should move on, there's nothing else for us here. I leave my Stool Kingdom behind me, but it is not forgotten. Come Ottoman Advisors, we march.”
“You say some strange things, Senor.”
Still holding his torch, Wyn tapped Brendon on the shoulder and pointed to the northeast. "Tres bien, mes amis! No more slime. Shall du Lac en I travel down de nord hall? Or do we all go?"
The group conferred briefly and decided the elf and scout should go alone at first. The entire party made their way eastward and took up position between the two side halls just north of the Sitting Room, Kovid’s lantern providing enough light for them. Moving with slow care, the other two party members crept north, Wyn’s torch providing them with enough light to see.
It was only a dozen paces before they came to the first potential split –the passage went north and it also turned to the west. Listening, Brendon (>Hear Noise +10%, Red 36) and Wyn (>Hear Noise +2, Orange 9) perked their ears up but heard little if anything down either passage – although there might have been a distant clicking and a cold feeling from the north one.
Silently agreeing they crept north another half dozen paces and there was a set of steps going down from here. It was about a 20’ drop and then ended up at another passage but they could see little of it. “Unguarded,” Brendon mouthed and Wyn nodded, echoing, “Cold.”
Brendon pointed back and to the west. “There?” he mouthed and the elf agreed. The two of them backtracked to the turn off and turned that way, senses alive as they proceeded. It was some 25 paces, about 40’ long, and there was a door on the north wall. Some crude lettering was on it and Wyn was convinced it was a shitty version of goblin. “You check door, I’ll read, oui?”
“Aye aye.” Brendon gave the portal a thorough (<Find/Remove Traps +20%, Red 35) going over. “This isn’t the normal door here. See? Hinges don’t line up, door isn’t flush in the portal. Looks like it was taken from elsewhere and brought here. Locked too. Decent lock.” He looked closer. “I can do it..maybe..no guarantee. Door opens towards us and to the left. What’s it say?”
“Well, I can say ze gob/kob ‘ave no respect for ze spellink. It reads, exactimunt, “EETS RUM FUD GRILLJAX NO GO LAHKD.” “
“Well, before we think about opening it or not, we should let the rest of the group know what we found, it’s been about 10 minutes.”
And the two of them returned to the party and shared what they had learned.
Time now is 3:37
(OOC)
Two ways to go – locked door down a hall, or the stairs down to a colder area? (nor frigid cold, but a cool breeze – figure 10/15 degree drop)
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