(I/C)
Brendon dusted off his hands and looked back down the long corridor. “I’m thinking first the room for Grilljax and the sign is to inform the lower stooges to keep out.”
The Cleric nodded her head, “I agree, I’d rather not get into a huge unexpected fight. At least not until we all rest up and are ready.“
"Iffin we want to open de Grilljax door,” Wyn said, agreeing, “du Lac can try 'is, um, "scouting tools" on the door first. If dat no work, den we eedder can try to force it open, or inspect de door at de end of de long 'allway closely and see if dat be da way to go."
Kovid pointed back up the stairs. “Let’s go back and out of here. No use jawing about it here. Food room eh? Maybe there’s some ale in there.”
The party went their way up the stairs back to the other level and then down the hall to the ill fitting locked door. “Anyone have chalk?” Lannis asked. After getting a series of no’s, he pointed at the burned out torch Wyn was about to discard. “Give me that, I’ve got a plan. Cover me.”
“With what?”
“A blanket?”
“Just…just watch my back.”
“Lannis is so not clear.”
The Magic User (=Int, Falsify Ritual, Pink 18) went back down the hall and the group watched as he dumped some stuff from his backpack. Using a torch, he drew a skull and an arrow pointing down the hallway towards the party. Then he scattered the kobold bones around in the direction of the arrow. And then with the snake through one of the eye sockets. Finally he used a dart to cut his hand a little and dripped some of the blood on the bones, and lastly on one of the goblin toys which he left nearby before returning.
And while THAT was going on, Lyra felt once again the same mounting distasteful pressure that she felt yesterday (>Save vs Death Ray +3 Bonus, White 10), the sensation running up her spine and through her skin, making her retch. “Ugh! It’s the same thing as yesterday!”
“Is is because of me?” Lannis asked coming back.
“No. The same thing yesterday after we faced off with Grilljax.”
“Madame Adder, it is about ze same time as yesterday too.”
“Let’s just get this done and then take down Grilljax.”
“And get back my hammer!” Kovid agreed.
Pointing at the Door, Abraxas nudged the scout and said, “Quickly and quietly Señor Lakakas. If we can not do that, I can use your pry bar perhaps? Let's see what secrets Grilljax has hidden."
“Give me a few minutes to see what I can do here.” Taking out his picks, Brendon worked on the ill fitting lock (>Open Lock, Red 32 – missed by under 5%) getting the tumblers to catch but not turn. After a few minutes of cursing he stepped back, rubbed his eyes, and said, “One more time.”
“Do what you need to Senor.”
Working slower and with care, Brendon (<Open Lock, Red 22) once more twisted the picks in the locks one at a time until he caught all 4 in the right sequence and gave it a hard turn, the lock opening. “Tres bein!” “Good job!”
“Thanks. Would have gone easier with some cake.”
“Enough with the damned cake,” Lannis hissed.
Turning back to Abraxas, Brendon offered, “Doc, just open. No yelling, screaming, nada. Let’s keep the noise down, K?”
“Si!” The group gathered behind the Fighter as he turned the knob and pulled the door cautiously toward him. It opened, the timbers were half again thicker than other doors. “Frijoles! This door would have been a bitch to break down, if we even could.”
With the door open, Kovid shone the lantern in and the group had a chance to look around. The small chamber (20’ square) was filled with boxes and crates, most of them closed but not sealed. The smell of salt and smoke was strong and it took only a few moments of poking around to see it was filled with food. Dried and salted and smoked meat. Hundreds of pounds of it. Thousands of pounds of it.
Kovid and Brendon looked around the chamber swiftly. The dwarf (Stonework, Yellow 3) seeing no secret doors or portals in here, and the scout (>Int check +2 thief, Red 19) giving the place a final look. They poked around the crates for a bit, opening them up and finding more and more food stuffs. “I don’t know,” Brendon shrugged. “If I had to guess, 2,000, 3,000 pounds of dried meat.”
“Um,” Lannis thought quick, “That’s between 700 and 1,000 days of iron rations.”
“What kind of meat is it?” Lyra asked.
The group looked it over. “I don’t know. But it explains where they are lardering their food.”
“Seeds, ale, tomatoes, and now dried and salted meat.” Kovid mused. “These ankle biting bastards are just making themselves at home.”
“Senor? Is there any cake in the boxes?”
Time now is 4:07
(OOC)
Ok! Taking some? Not? Can carry up to 10 days of food – everyone has 3 – and will be down to 2 @ the end of the day. What’s the plan? This is the 3rd time Lyra felt some sort of destabilizing effect since yesterday – 2 about 4ish about an hour apart, and 1 today, also about 4ish.
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