TWO HUNDRED TWENTY SIX
(I/C)
One by one the group filed into the chamber and looked around. Wyn sighed on seeing the goblin defacing of the elven paintings below. "Damn gobs love ta destroy everytin. Even dis artwork. Who was dis hurtin? What could possibly possess them to do it? Probably just wanton destruction."
Abraxas had reversed his Scythe and was pressing the butt end of it against the floor, walls, paintings, and even the chairs and window areas as he walked. Lyra had come to one of the paintings on the eastern wall and had gotten low on her haunches to check out the work. “I don’t think Goblins deliberately think ‘I’m doing this to hurt someone.’,” she mused. “Genuinely, I believe goblins are like dumb, aggressive little children. They do it because they get a kick out of it. They’re too stupid to be so logical.”
Lannis who was also looking at some of the depictions quickly fired off, “You’re stupid.”
“Gasp!” Lyra exclaimed, “Did I hit a nerve? Did mummy fornicate with goblins?”
“Knock it off,” he replied. “You’re stupid!”
“Enough,” Brendon shook his head, pointing to the western door. “Quieter please?” He was giving the chairs a closer look over and although the upholstery was worn and stained, the underlying wood was in great shape. “Serious, the two of you.”
“See anything?” Kovid asked.
“Nah. Elven made chairs, but outside of some greenskins not taking care to not sit on them with armor on, nothing special about them. Your kind do make some beautiful items.” He turned and made his way to the lone door marked “Blessed Corfard” and two other lines of other language texts (>Read Language, Red 46) but wasn’t sure what they said. Instead he looked it over and listened through it while Abraxas made his way over there.
"Dwarfriend,” Wyn asked, “ye see anywhere dat deze stone walls might be hiding sometin?"
“Already looking, Elfriend,” Kovid replied (<Stonework check: Yellow 1). Thumbing to the 2 bags in the corner, the dwarf asked, “Big Brain, what are these bags of leaves? I know I'm just a dwarf that pounds rocks, but isn't that strange? Any magic going on in here? How about these paintings?”
"My opinion?” he began.
Lyra muttered, “The only that matters to you,”
“Ahem. Heel!” he held his hand out towards her and then continued, “Without casting Detect Magic in here I would say no, the paintings are not magic. The leaves are dry, so if there were fresh ones blowing in they haven't done for some time now. Further the bags appear quite worn, if they were just in here to collect things that magically blew in would they need so many repairs?”
“Ideas?” Wyn asked, going over to check them closer.
“Maybe someone up here is using them for spell, or some 'thing' has a taste for them. Or maybe they're just a cheap way to keep people from sneaking around. Like I said, just my opinion."
“Gotcha.” Kovid had been checking the rocks and walls and then after circling the room let the group know, “The windows here are the same as the floor below,” he touched the middle of one and it went opaque looking like castle stone before slowly fading back to translucent. “But it’s only on 3 walls.”
“So, has the west wall magik failed?” Abraxas asked.
“No.” He rapped the west wall and nothing happened. “First there are painting in the area where it would be a window, and Second, “he went to the South window and pointed south and west, “you can see through here that we are in a Castle Watchtower, and are over the roof area of the rest of the castle. West of here you can see that there seems to be a sloping down, so behind that wall and that door is most likely a small hall and set of stairs taking us out of the tower area and down to the second floor.”
“More stairs?”
“Elves were into serious cardio,” Brendon chuckled.
“Sounds bueno,” Abraxas nodded. “If we follow Señor Kupits map, we should head Norte towards the Bedrooms. The Gobs really did a number on este place. Corfharp will face justice for what has been done in his name. El dio falso. We should keep moving amigos."
As for the paintings, below the goblin defacing the pictures of the elven people going about their lives and business. Gardening, plating, playing, singing, gathering, riding…just very nice. The 2 bags of leaves had nothing in it besides dried common deciduous tree leaves. Since it was spring, the leaves had to be gathered outside in Acreage and whatever hadn’t begun to break down thanks to the past winter’s snows. Touching them revealed them to be slightly damp and a bit dirty, but nothing unexpected or surprising.
Brendon had stepped back from the door and nodded (Hear Noise, no roll needed). “Quiet. We done?”
Kovid shook his lantern slightly, “Have about half an hour of oil in here.”
Wyn looked around and sighed. “No chance o’ lookin’ wit’ Infravision in ‘ere wit’ dis daylight.” He shrugged. “I’m good, non?”
Time now is Day 6, 3:13 PM
(OOC)
OK! Something else? Or door time?
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