ONE HUNDRED FIFTEEN
(I/C)
“Enough,” Wyn said, waggling his finger at Lannis. “So next I tink we 'ead up de Spy hall. Will of course need to check dat door fer traps, du Lac. First, someone had de tought ov gettin de bowl fer de smokin' our de bees?”
“That was me,” the Magic User replied. “Make a censer, bees hate smoke.”
“Hokay... so I tink we 'ead to de kitchen first, oui?"
Going into his pack, Brendon pulled out a wad of rope. “I have the unraveled frayed rope from the well to fashion a cradle for the bowls.”
"Do you still have those spare slings?” Lannis asked. “Two of them crossing each other would make a fine cradle as well.”
“Got em.”
"Monsieur Dwarf,” Wyn turned to Kovid, “ye look like ye fought a dozen gaters wit nuttin but yer skivies... you need some 'ealin' before we 'ead out?"
“Know what?” he dug into his own backpack, pulling out a glass flask. “I could use some healing. I’ll be more effective up front the more hits I can take. This chainmail isn’t as tough as my plate armor was.” He tilted the bottle back and drank it down (Heal 1d6, Yellow 4 – Heal 4) sighing in satisfaction when finished.
As the group was getting ready to leave, Abraxas gave a satisfied smile. "I hope that statue at least melted a bit. I hope every piece of Careforts iconography that we destroy weakens him a bit. Dios falsos typically draw their majik from their followers, isnt that correcto, Señor Lanenses? The more we destroy the less fuerza they can pull, si?"
Lannis nodded, "Yes, very good Abraxas, very astute observation. Many gods do draw their power directly their worshippers.”
“Now…” Lyra began, Lannis interrupting her with a raised finger.
“Lyra, don't correct me." He glanced at her flushed face and faint weave. “Are you…did you have a drink?”
“I had a drink, sorry.”
“Well slam a few more and let’s get this adventure together.”
“Ugh,” she scowled.
“No, this party needs drunk Lyra at the wheel.”
“Senor, enough.” Abraxas scolded, sword and shield at the ready.
After making sure the coast was clear, the party left the Classroom and entered the main center hall. From there they travelled east to the North Hall and turned there. Going beyond the Dining Room they stopped at the pantry where Brendon listened to the door (WMC: Red/Black 3) and heard nothing. They opened up and stepped in, closing the door behind them.
Lannis and Brendon scoured the room for a particular sized bowl amidst the broken utensils and spilled dishes while the rest of the group listened at the door for anyone coming. After a few minutes of searching, Lannis (<Wis, Pink 9) and Brendon (>Wis +2 thief, Red 16) managed to find 1 chipped wooden bowl that would suffice.
They then spent the next 10 minutes making a swinging cradle for the bowl out of the frayed rope with Brendon’s experience as a sailor helping out in the knotwork (Background, Dex>10, no roll). Eventually they had a sturdy rope censer set up almost 3’ in length with enough room for the incense cones. In addition, the unraveled rope could still be untwisted even more to act as a wadding for the cones to stay in the bowl without crowding.
(Brendon, remove 20’ unraveled rope [4]. Lannis add Rope/Bowl Censer [10] to inventory)
Time now is 3:37
(OOC)
Ok! Censer is set up, moving to Spy hall or anything else?
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