ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY FOUR
(I/C)
Brendon had out his short sword and knelt down by the closest orc, crooning, “Kill em all…Loot em all… Kill em all…Loot em all,” as he thrust the blade into the brute’s open neck.
Looking down at the dead orc, Lannis casually moved away and glanced around at the killing being done methodically by his friends. "Well that went shockingly well. Good job team, special commendations of course to myself and Wyn.”
“Here, here!”
“Thanks Kovid.” He clapped his hands, “So then, let's get to it, maybe these orcs have something of value?” He watched the elf as he drew his axe and administered a slice and cut to each orc’s neck that he could reach. “You don't have to be so rough with them Wyn...thats a little upsetting, hmm?”
Meanwhile, Wyn was bopping about in time to Brendon’s tune, also stabbing and hacking the sleeping orcs, singing, “Let us..." *stab* "...finish deze..." *slice* "...monstas off..." *fwapwa* "...en move dem..." *shink* "...inta dis bedroom right here."
Going to the last one, Brendon nodded to the elf and ended with, “Put bodies in the room, Cut off limbs so they can’t be up soon.”
Lyra sighed, “You guys are just gross. I mean, it’s one thing to killing a few orcs, because who doesn’t love slaughtering a few helpless pigs, but making a singsong game of it?”
“Ah, T’anks Priestesse, reminded moi. I ‘ave to hack off the hand and de foot.”
“Oh,” she sighed, “You’re welcome then.”
He smiled, spinning his axe once. "Let’s make a pile o’ small jobs outta a big one, non? Ever’one ‘elps out, idle hands and all dat. Monsieurs Salazar en Dwarf, if ye be so kind as ta drag de bodies in,” he stood inside the bedroom where the hobgoblin had been hanging. “Monsieur du Lac cen search dem betta den de rest of us. Den I will drag dem farther inta de room en make sure we don't have any zombie problems from dem in de future." He hoisted his axe high and mimed chopping down.
"Priestesse, cen you check deze orcs for any religious marks? I curious what gods deze tings be prayin to en if dey mayhaps be loyal to Corfard... or just some muscle fer hire."
“I’ll supervise, someone has to make sure you’re doing the job right,” Lannis offered.
“Si!” Abraxas agreed, yanking his javelin out of the hobgoblin’s chest and stowing it back under his pack loop before grabbing the first pig faced brute and started to drag him. “Don’t want you to break a nail, Senor Ah.”
“Thanks for caring,” Lannis smiled, picking his way north to listen down the passage (no roll needed).
“De nada.” Abraxas snapped his fingers, “Rapido amigos. Ándale, ándale. In and out, quickly. Vamonos."
The group worked together, one body at a time. Brendon found odd bits and trinkets as we went along, moving them aside and then giving the next body a once over. Meanwhile Wyn hacked off a foot and a hand of each one and dragged it further into the bedchamber to pile in the corner. Finally the last body had been searched, dragged, and defaced. The hobgoblin was brought back in and tossed on the bed and the group had a chance to discuss what had been learned or found.
“Well,” Lyra began, “there were a few ritualistic tattoos and scarification but they didn’t conform to anything other than a passing adherence to Gruumash, the orcish god. There were no totems, fetishes, or holy symbols so if they are religious, they aren’t overtly practicing.”
“Good job,” the group thanked her. “Brendon? What did we get?”
The Scout smiled, he handed 11 arrows to Wyn (total to 19) and kept 10 for himself (total to 20 and max, add to inventory and increase arrow weight by 5). “As promised, we split them up.”
“Squee…er…Squisite!” Wyn said after a moment. “Excellente.”
“In addition, we have: 12 Gold Pieces, 38 Silver pieces, 56 Copper pieces, 6 swords(60 per), 2 short bows(20 per), 8 sets of chainmail(400 per), 4 shields(100 per), 4 wolf’s canines freshly pried out(4 total), a fur hat(5), a set of iron manacles with a key(10),1 3” Brass Ball (20) worth 15 crowns, 4 days of Iron Rations total, and a Ram’s Horn (25).”
He cleared his throat, “We can divvie that up, but I also wanted to let you all know,” Brendon continued, “Each one of them had numerous bee stings on their exposed skin, and there was a stink of burnt oil and smoke from their leggings and clothes as well.”
The party pondered what they found while ready coin was divided up for each person. Finally Kovid suggested, "What do you think, keep pushing north and east to the rest of the unexplored areas?"
Wyn nodded, "Yes, Monsieur, I tink it be good idea to continue on to de beekeeper's room."
Brendon held out his sling and 6 stones to the Cleric, “Lyra, you want the sling and stones I gave for backup?”
She took them with a smile, “I’d appreciate that, Brendon. Always need more stones and wouldn’t mind a backup sling.” (Add 1 sling [1] and 6 stones [6] to sheet)
The group closed the door with all the bodies in it after grabbing what they wanted (on the post – TELL me what you are taking please other than coin and the arrows) and then drew up in marching order and proceeded north, weapons out and ready.
They proceeded down the steps, closing the door behind them, across Travis’ room, down the next stairs, and further on for some time until they arrived at the corner. The smell of smoke was strong and there were only a few desultory bees flying about. The ground was a mess of smashed hives and crushed bee bodies, burned and scorched. Oil had been thrown about and set ablaze, and there were mounds of sodded ashy charred cloth that might have been used to make smoke. But as for the original thousand bees? Most had been killed.
As they walked the hall carefully, they noted smashed oil flasks (at least 5, all unusable) and a small cask of water, the side smashed in and the ground wet. Eventually they arrived at the door to the BeeKeeper and listening (no roll needed) they heard nothing, they peered inside.
It was an office of some sort, with a large table and high backed wooden chair on the north wall. In the south west corner was a nest of torn cloth and chewed ham bones where the wolf most likely stayed. There was a door on the north wall open and another door on the east well, closed. The table itself was covered in papers and spilled quills, a half dozen fat candles on squat iron stands were there. On the floor near the table was the body of the Beekeeper, badly mauled and defaced from when we saw it last, and the wolf, it’s mouth pried open and teeth taken, and its tail hacked off and missing. On the ground were 4 crushed potion vials currently empty and their contents had been drunk. The markings on the vials indicated they had been healing potions.
Time now is Day 5, 11:38 AM
(OOC)
XP: 7 orcs (30 each) and leader orc (50) divided
Lyra & Abraxas add 43 xp
Brendon & Kovid add 53 xp each
Wyn and Lannis add 59 xp each
Treasure: Everyone add 2 Gold, 6 Silver, and 9 Copper.
Lyra and Abraxas add an additional 1 silver and 1 copper.
Treasure XP: Everyone add 5 xp, except Abraxas, add 6 xp
Whew! Ok – At Beekeeper’s office – tell we what the plan is? Hall to the east keeps going into the gloom.
Also treasure listing found, let me know who takes what. Anything not mentioned is assumed left behind.
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