(I/C)
Pulling out the map, Kovid spread it out for the group to mull over. “Where to? Grilljax and Jowass I hope! The door at the very end of the hall that Brendon scouted yesterday would be a good start. Although I am curious about this other hall he scouted earlier that had the nut shells and cinnamon scent.” He shrugged, putting the map away. “We’ve seen and smelled those things before when Grilljax was around. We’re pretty well rested if we are looking to bring the fight to him. What do we all think?”
The elf nodded. “My vote be for de nutshell en cin-nee-mon way. Not sure if scoutin over dere be de safest idea... we may just want to proceed wit de scoutin formation instead ov du Lac en I goin ova dere my ourselves.” He shuddered. “Bit too deep into kob territory en no real anchor point for the rest of de party to stay out of sight while we do it."
“Didn't Grilljax escape last time through where the cold air was coming from though?” Lyra asked. “For some reason I don’t think he’s the same way as the cinnamon smells unless they connect. I’m fine going either way though.”
Shrugging, Lannis said, "Nutshells and cinnamon makes as much sense as anything else to me. I got these cinnamon sticks off of those kobolds earlier, maybe we can use them to mask our scent somewhat?" Brendon took one with a thanks as the group made their way out of the Upper Barracks and through the back stairs to the Lower Barracks.
Once there, while Abraxas was moving the cabinet away from the door, Wyn said, “Escuse moi,” and went over to the south side of the room. Once there, he took out his wooden box and placed 2 days of Iron Rations within. Then he hid the box in the room under some other material and stood up.
“Good idea, Wyn!” Brendon offered, and went over to do the same. Even Lannis went over there and dropped off the Ishtari Crate. Once done the area was redressed to look undisturbed and the group then went back to the door. After making sure there was no one on the other side of it (no roll), the door was opened and the group entered the hall with Brendon in the lead.
We crept our way north, slings, bows, and swords at the ready, eyes open and ears perked. We went up the stairs, eventually made it to the corner and peered around. Once the site was clear, we crept forward slow and ready. (WMC: Red/Black 3) Eventually we passed the main hall south and then came to the short hall running north with the side door to the room with the swinging hobgoblin. According to the lantern light, the door was closed again – and the door at the end of the hall where the wolf had come out of was also closed – no one was there.
We kept going to the side passage to the south where the kobolds had run off to, listening briefly to the north door and hearing nothing (chalk smell was still there). We went south, and sure enough the nut shells were still there. From there we turned to the west after a few paces and counted them off. It was a slow go (>Hear Noise +20%, Red 92) but we didn’t hear anything special as we traveled almost 50 paces and eventually the passage ended at a door.
Creeping up, Brendon gave the door a once over (>Find, Red 30) while Wyn (<Wis +2 elf, Orange 5) noted lots of kobold tracks in the grit and dirt outside the door. “Passage is used a lot, mon amis. Beaucoup kobolds.”
“Door opens away and to the left, no locks, no traps. Turn knob. Smells like cinnamon near here.”
Abraxas asked, “Do I open?”
Time now is 7:35
(OOC)
Hear nothing through the door. You are in what would be considered “kobold” territory. Behind enemy lines. What’s the plan?
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