ONE HUNDRED FORTY NINE
(I/C)
Drawing his Rod and clutching it to his chest, Lannis looked around wildly, "I suppose if we are to face the ever growing horrors of this place we may as well face them now. Why does nobody put the bad stuff up front? It seems far more economical. Clearly Mr. Corfard never took any management classes."
Wyn took the lantern from Kovid and stepped to the left side of the door, "I say we check inside dis room before continuin' on. Monsieur Dwarf?”
Abraxas stood next to Wyn, Scythe out and weighing it in his hands. Lyra had her sling up and Brendon reached over, taking the lantern from Wyn, sword in his other hand. “You detect any heat with your elf eyes,” he whispered. “I’ll hold it. If I need to pass it off, I can hand it to Lannis or the Lady.”
Lannis leaned forward, just past Lyra, and said softly, "The lady has a name. Its Secreclericat."
“Hmm,” Kovid said noncommittally.
Brendon turned and whispered back, “Hey Lannis, shut the fuck up.”
From the other side of the door, Wyn shook his head and hissed. “Hey de Lac…Noise.”
Brendon looked at the elf like he had four heads, pointing back at Lannis who raised his finger to his lips and finished up with, “Shhh!”
Lyra remained silent, muttering to her goddess about being shackled with schmucks and that you don’t get into a pissing match in a dark hall in front of an unknown door. She thought long and hard about how she was going to make Lannis’ life more pathetic than it already was and kept her sling ready.
Abraxas kept glancing back down the dark corridor behind him. He was troubled and tapped the elf on the shoulder. Wyn looked at him and Abraxas purposely turned his body down the hall and pointed that way. Wyn nodded understanding, sword at the ready.
Kovid gripped the handle and breathed slowly, “One…Two…Three,” and turned the knob and pushed (Str >12, no roll needed). The door stuck briefly and then popped open, the dwarf stepping to the side, hammer upraised. The room had no living…or undead foes in it.
What it was and had was it was once an armory, but that was some time ago. Empty racks and armor stands, a few chairs, some bits of trash on the floor. But there were 10 elven figures, dead and desiccated as if the life had been sucked out of them, fallen to the ground and unmoving. “Like the Barracks,” Wyn offered, Brendon nodded in agreement.
The two of them entered and scouted about, looking for secret doors or issues and problems while the rest of the party was in the hall weapons ready.
Giving the room a good look over (<Wis +2 thief, Red 9) Brendon stopped to look at the floor, touching some of the prints. “Goblin,” he said. “They were here before us.” The two men looked about with care, stepping around the fallen, moving them a bit to check them out. It was obvious that belts and scabbards had been cut in the past as none of the elves had any weapons in them even though their tabards indicated they were guardsmen at some point.
It was one of the middle ones that Brendon got lucky with. From the shoulder knots he was a Captain of the guards and even though his belt had been cut and his weapon most likely taken before. It was while lifting and looking briefly under that he caught a glimpse of something reflective. “Wyn,” he whispered. “A little help?”
“Careful,” the elf replied, helping the Scout lift the body enough so Brendon could reach underneath and slide out a ceremonial rapier that had been unlooped and left under the body when the goblins had looted it months ago. It was ornate and impractical, a badge of office and a sign of the elf’s at once point connection and family influence. “Wow,” Wyn noted, looking at the hilt of the ‘sword’.
Brendon gave a low whistle. There were two decent sapphires in the crossguard along with some symbology of trees and leaves carved into the metal. But the pommel of the weapon had a very large almost the size of a child’s fist green emerald with a star pattern in its heart. Giving them a quick estimate, Brendon shook his head and smiled (Thief Int >12, no roll). “Each Sapphire is worth 300 gold. But that, that emerald?” he rubbed his fingers together. “That my good friends is worth two thousand gold pieces to the right buyer.”
“How much?”
“Two. Thousand. Gold. Pieces.”
“Sacre blu!”
(Wolf sensing check: >Black 19 – clueless!)
Time now is: Day 4, 3:08
(OOC)
Big treasure – room is empty or anything of interest after this. Who is going to hold the ornate rapier with 3 gems (25)?
XP: Explore – 30 xp each
Treasure: 2,600 xp divided
Lannis, Lyra, Wyn, Abraxas: Add 463 each
Brendon, Kovid: add 464 each
ABRAXAS WENT UP. Level 4 Fighter
HP: 1d8+1 hp: 6! +1 = Add 7 hp. Total 29.
Saves go to: 10, 11, 12, 13, 14.
Combat: Once per COMBAT – get an additional attack (melee OR missile)
Next Level @ 16k xp
Also – you get all spells back (none)…and all HP back for going up (heal 13!!!)
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