ONE HUNDRED NINETY NINE
(I/C)
Wyn held his breath and then whispered back to the party, "I say we wait en avoid dem. Den move to de oil. No need ta pick a fight right now.”
"Agreed Wyn!” Kovid nodded, beard bristling. “We just rested and are preparing for the Jailer and beyond. No sense in weakening ourselves by getting hurt unnecessarily beforehand.”
"Si, I agree.” Abraxas slid his Scythe back over his shoulder, looking past the elf and scout down the hall. “Let's wait and let them go. No need to fight right away."
“If rather not show up at the Jailer looking like a bunch of salamanders just walloped me,” Lyra cinched her backpack closed and turned back to the group. “I don’t want that thing getting the impression we’re weak, I don’t doubt he’d try to take advantage of the situation.”
"Agreed, let's save our strength for the Jailer.” Lannis pulled his hat off and checked the point before putting it back on. “If we have to engage him, let's be as ready as possible, let's finish our chores and get to it."
The Dwarf was rubbing his jawline under his beard, deep in thought. “Speaking of, do we have everything we need to get an advantage over this Jailer? He seems to prefer the dark... maybe we can use that against him. If we can avoid a fight, I'm all for it, but I expect some kind of doublecross.”
Brendon pushed back from the wall and gave the all clear sign. “They’re gone. As for the Jailer, no need to get into any fights unless absolutely necessary.”
Kovid agreed. “We should be prepared for when things go pear shaped. Maybe there's a way we can dowse the lantern the next time we speak to him so those of us who can see in the dark can get a better look at him and whatever he's with."
“I don’t want that thing getting the impression we’re weak,” observed Lyra. “I don’t doubt he’d try to take advantage of the situation.”
The elf swung his shield back around and drew his short sword, lining up with Brendon to return the way they came. “’Owever it works out, Wyn be excited to get to de second floor finally... after probably more vomiting. Damn trogs."
The group began the long walk back down the cold corridor, the kobold warrens, the statue room…they listened at the Main Hall and were assured that if the Adepts had been this way, they were gone for now. So the group entered the hall and started walking east. They passed the passage that led to the Butchers and then stopped outside the Classroom. After a quick listening, Brendon (no roll needed) frowned. “Oil smell is pretty strong.”
“Hang on,” Kovid said, sniffing and looking around. After a minute of two the dwarf nodded. “I agree, it’s stronger but it doesn’t smell like it’s mixed with anything. Weapons up please people.” The group was ready as Kovid handed his lantern back to Wyn, hammer held in his off hand…and opened the door to the Classroom.
“Well, shitnuggets,” Lannis swore. “I guess we know where they were poking around this morning.”
The Classroom had been ransacked, desks and chairs broken and strewn about. As for the slate chalk board, someone had thrown a desk through it, revealing the dark hole beyond. There were large booted oily footprints about the floor and quite a lot of spilled oil about the hole, the floor, and walls. A look inside showed that the bucket and rope we had set up there was gone, and the base of the hole looked like it had been scraped repeatedly by something wooden.
“Is there any oil left?”
“Monsiuer,” Wyn smiled, “Dere was over 300 gallons in dere afore. I would guess dat de dirty Pigs took a bunch and our secret stash o’ oil is now no longer a secret an’ open ta us.”
“So what do we do?” Lyra asked. “We have 3 or so flasks and no way to get more right now unless we lower someone down there, right?”
“And what about tomorrow?” Kovid asked. “Will we be able to get tomorrow?”
“Senors, first they Gorblons took some of the green slime and have it. And now the Orclons took some of the oil and have it.” Abraxas drew out one of his three torches and shrugged. “Do we burn it all now and let no one have it?”
“Hang on there, Firestorm,” Lannis held his hand up. “I’m all for setting things ablaze but let’s discuss this for a moment before we toss a lit faggot down the hole and make either a very cool or very terrible result.”
“Don’t talk for too long, Lannis,” Brendon observed. “The Jailer is still waiting for us to talk to him this morning. And there is less morning remaining.”
Time now is Day 6, 10:25 AM
(OOC)
Orcs finally found the oil depository and took some. How much? Can’t say. But it’s obvious they know about it and most likely told their boss. Harvest more? Climb down? Burn it? What’s the plan.
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