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Thursday, July 23, 2020

PBEM, Episode 98 - Class, Oil, Scriptorium

NINETY EIGHT

(I/C)
While Wyn recounted the efforts of the scouting expedition, Brendon removed his right boot and wet his towel, removing his hose and then proceeded to clean his injured foot from Jowass’ assault earlier. Once cleaner and less bleeding was evident, he bound it tight and then put his hose and boots back on, all the while Abraxas was avoiding even looking in the Scout’s direction.

“If the book room is our next destination,” Brendon offered, “might I suggest that I check the room before anyone else enters. Just because the...little guys…didn’t trip a trap doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

"Can we go now?” Lannis said, muttering and frustrated. “I should very much like to get to those books soon. Feel free to search the room Brendon, but do try not to stab any of the literature, even if it is written in an untrustworthy tongue.”

“HA!”

The group looked over at Abraxas who was polishing his sword, the Fighter glancing back and adding, “What?”

After a moment, Wyn shook his head and disagreed. "I tink we shud check de chalk smell room first. Iffin' dat sketch of de rooms and dat book Offop read of de fire en oil trap ees true, we don't want to touch any of de books without checkin' de odder room dat seems connected to dee oil first. Dat would be dee chalk room. Odderwise we en de books could end up Plan B'd to deadd..."

“Hmm,” Kovid was looking over his map. “Perhaps Wyn is right, we should check out the chalk room, the classroom, first. There must be a way to access the oil, maybe it can be done from within this room without springing the trap.”

“You know…,” Lyra twirled her holy symbol in a lazy circle on the end of her finger. “Oh not bragging or anything but I have a fire resist spell... just reminding you guys. In case of fire. Or being set ablaze. Or SETTING things ablaze.”

The Fighter adjusted Grilljax’s skull on the thong around his chest, centering it before grabbing his shield and hoisting it in place. "I trust your wisdom SeƱor Wyndes, I will follow your lead. I will take up the rear flank just as how our group has decided to do things. Vamonos amigos."

The group left the Dining Room and returned to the hall, walking slow as they made their way down the hall, to the corner, and then to the left. They stayed in formation, eyes peeled and ready, passing the hall with the closed door to the hanging room and dimly could see the busted door closed and again in place. Eventually they stopped in front of the Chalk room and Abraxas stepped forward to open the door.

“Hokay,” he whispered. “Uno…Dos…” he turned the knob and the door opened in and to the left, “Tres!”

It was a classroom, and from the size of the CHAIRS and DESKS, it was set up for children. There was a DOOR on the other side of the room, desks and chairs for 20 students, and a BLACKBOARD and sagging PODIUM on the west wall. At least half a dozen fat pieces of chalk were on the wooden tray under the blackboard.

Brendon entered, followed by Wyn and Kovid, the Scout looking around for any traps, the other two immediately searching the WEST wall for any secret doors that might lead to the oil trap room as indicated. Although the Scout looked around (>Find Traps, Red 59) from the amount of footsteps about the chamber in the chalk dust and the relative use of the room, there were no traps to be found.

As far as the west wall, (>Kovid Secret Door, Yellow 5…>Wyn Secret Door, Orange 4) the two of them knocked on the wall, tapped, pulled, prodded, and twisted anything they could find but there was no doorway, secret or otherwise, to be found.

“I don’t get it,” Kovid muttered.

“Neizher do I,” Wyn agreed. (Wisdom check: Orange 7, Red 18, Yellow 20). “But,” the elf continued,” even though we do no ZEE the secret door,” he knocked on the wall twice, “there is a hollow space behind here. And,” he sniffed deep, “I can faintly faintly scent zee oil.”

“So…mine pick the wall open like the Medusa room?”

“No. We are not in zee basement and zee sounds will travel grande.”

The rest of the group entered, shutting the door behind them and discussed searching the place and other options.

Time now is 10:37
(OOC)
What are you guys doing now? Searching? Other door? Hacking at the wall? Moving on?

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