PBEM - Episode 195, Caverns, Jails, Jailers.

ONE HUNDRED NINETY FIVE

(I/C)

“I could try to open the lock,” Brendon suggested. “If successful, I’ll re-lock it. Then we can knock and play nice with the Jailer. We already know its weakness is light.”

“Dat is time we dunt have to waste, Monsieur Du Lac,” Wyn replied softly, digging in his pack. “I ‘ave de key, rem’ber?” He produced a key ring with three keys on it, pointing out the one marked “jail”.

“No, I didn’t remember that.”

“Per’aps we just knock at zee door and say ‘ello through dem bars an’ den mention Jowass and good stuff?”

Brendon nodded, “Ok Lannis, you’re up. Go talk to the Jailer.”

“Whoa, whoa,” Lannis held his hands up looking around while Wyn took one of the grey bags and held it to his nose. “I mean, just knock? No gift?”

Lyra swiftly looked through her bag to see if there was anything worth unburdening herself with for trade. “Blueberries? No, mine,” she muttered. “Honey? Also mine,” she rummaged some more, “Vanilla beans? Nope, also mine.” Shrugging she pulled out the lizard holy symbol, “I don’t know... Maybe he wants this? I sure as hell don’t really want it. Guess it would really depend on the race of the people or things in there.” 

“Senorita,” Abraxas frowned, “the honey isn’t just for you. It’s for trade, si?”

“Maybe. But if I don’t offer it for trade, I don’t have to worry about not having it.”

“How about the cat book?” Brendon suggested.

Lannis shook his head and moved further away. “Do we have to do this now? Wyn and I have no spells, Kovid’s hurt. Let’s just find the stairs, then rest up and tackle this first thing in the morning? Whoever is in there, they’re not going anywhere."

Nodding, Kovid whispered, “I agree with Big Brain. This is adding up to be more trouble than it's worth right now. If we have the key we can always come back. Let's wait 'till the hocus pocus guys have a light spell at least."

Smiling, the fighter agreed. "Señor LesMis, this is an idea bueno. We can come back later. Find the stairs, then head back and rest. Where are we resting then? La Carcinera's is the safest, but it is quite a far trek from aqui. Other ideas? Perhaps mañana when we come to talk to el Yailer, he will be alone. We have the honeys and other items for trade, yes?”

“Not the jar I’m holding,” Lyra suggested.

“Tomatoes?” he asked.

Wyn shook his head. “You cooked them up last night. We’d have to go out to the garden to get more.”

“Didn’t we pick up some sweets along the way? Maybe an elven towel or some sweet scents for him would be good. Maybe we cook some extra food tonight just for him.”

Lannis folding his arms across his chest. “I don’t think Trogs eat the exact same stuff we eat. Most likely carrion and stink bugs.”

“And another thing,” Abraxas continued, eyeing Lannis, “When we come back, maybe I should do the talking?”

“Just what are you implying, Abraxas?” the magic user asked.

“Nothing, Senor. Just using my capesa. Let’s vamonos, let's find those stairs and get back. Maybe we refill our water skins and Oil Jars while we head back, no?"

The party turned around and moved south away from the Jails and the voices, making it back to the “T” intersection where they continued on their way south. The reek in the hall continued and the light revealed the passage continued for some distance and sure enough, the gap on the western wall seemed to open up to a sizable chamber where a number of shadowy figures were standing around. (<Hear Noise, Black 1)

“You mussst be the trouble makersss making ssso much trouble,” a halting hissing voice sounded from the dark chamber. “Sssneaking around isssn’t your ssskill ssset it ssseemsss,” it chuckled. The group deduced it was male but little more and there was no way to tell which figure in the gloom was doing the talking.

“You might asss well come clossser,” it said, “and let me take a look at you all before the Pigsss return with either help or a rebuke.” The voice paused and we heard a low bestial rumble from the cave. “And don’t think to try anything funny or by Tiamat, I’ll be feeding your gutsss to my chargesss.”

Time now is Day 5, 3:35 PM

(OOC)

Interior of the room is dark, no light in there, lantern shows from where you guys are, roughly the dimensions of the room, but there are strange shadows in there and a number (dozen? Who can tell) of other figures within. What’s the deal?