THREE HUNDRED TWENTY
(I/C)
Giving the room a last look over, Brendon went into his pack and withdrew the Silver Corfard Statue we had gotten after killing the Guardians. “Lil man,” he said, handing it to the dwarf, “since you’re in the front most of the time you should carry the statue. With you carrying it in the front and Doc carrying in the rear we’ll all be covered by it’s magic.” He chuckled, “Not to mention this thing is freaking heavier than I thought.”
“I’m on it,” Kovid replied (add Corfard Statue [25] to Magic, Brendon remove the same).
Giving him a clap on the shoulder, he pointed to the lone arrow and then to Wyn. “Take it. I’m going to check out the hall and make sure that there is no one going to sneak up on us.” With that he turned to the open south door and proceeded to look and listen (<Find, Red 06).
“So we’re taking things?” Lannis asked. “Like MY crate that the Hobgoblins took earlier? And did I hear candles? Cause you know, I can’t SEE anything still.”
“Oui, Offop, dere be ye 2 slow burn candles, en de only box you will ever handle.” He gestured to the blind Magic User. “Let Wyn know if you want help packin dem away or if you have sometin to prove to nobody in particular.”
The Wizard meanwhile was pointing about 4’ to the left of the pile but Lyra gave the Magic User a hard nudge until he was properly aligned. “Bend down and take the candles, numbnuts,” she sighed.
Doing so he fumbled about until he felt the two slowburn candles. "I already have some but you can never have too many candles. I'll take my box back thank you very much, and then I'll take one of those healing potions."
“Er…De potions are better for healing later in emergencies.”
Lannis bristled, still slapping about trying to feel for a potion. “And your point is?”
“No point, no point,” Wyn held up his hands in mock surrender. “Ye been honest to a painful degree, so if ye cen promise not to drink dis still you are hurt a bit more or if someone needs it bad, den we cen give it to you to hold fer now. Promise?”
“Did everyone else get probationary potions?” he fired back. “I wear no armor, am easily killed, and in case you haven’t noticed, every swinging dick in here with two brain cells to rub together identifies me and the NightMare as a high priority target. We’ve found healing potions before and not once have I had the opportunity, nay, the grace and privilege to hold one. I am no less important than any one of you and not to put too fine a point on it, but I reorder the building blocks of the cosmos for breakfast on a daily basis and my intelligence is on par with the gods. If by chance someone else needs it I will GLADLY give it up if necessary and not being an idiot, I won’t waste it.” He took a deep breath, grinning as he felt the potion vial finally. Snatching it up he displayed it proudly and finished with, “So I hope that’s ok with you.”
The party was quietly stunned at the Magic User’s diatribe, until Abrxas gave a short laugh. “Works for me, Senor Lesnar. Take the potion.” He also went into his pack and withdrew the Ispan’s Crystal we had deactivated from the Throne Room. “Also, if you are going to take the crate, take the Crystal that fits in it, si?”
“Will do,” Lannis said (Add Ispan Crate and Crystal [80], and healing potion [5] to Magic, and 2 slowburn candles [2] to inventory). “Now don’t help me, I’m going to try and put this all together like a big boy right here.”
Abraxas turned to Lyra and handed her the pile of scrolls. "Preistess, you are the only persona quien que... como dices... READ, yes, Read these. We need you to take estes, I mean, THESE. Take these. There are extra heals in here for later.”
The Cleric nodded in thanks, scowling as she watched Abraxas’ haltingly conversation with her. She took all 4 scrolls and 1 of the remaining Healing potions (Add 2 Scrolls CLW [2], Scroll Bless [1], Scroll Silence 15’ radius [1], and 1 Healing Potion [5] to Magic). After that she went over the Abraxas and said. “Hold still, there isn’t much of you that isn’t covered in bruises, cuts, and scrapes. Lady Aine, Healing time once again.” (CLW 1d6+1, White 5 – Abraxas heal 6!)) “Hopefully that’ll hold you over for a few. You can also take one of those potions. Speaking of, thanks! I will take this potion, I’m out of heals. Well- excepting the bigger one I’m saving for a fight later.”
“No problema, Senora.” Abraxas picked up the last Healing potion and drank it down (Heal 1d6: Red/Black 6 – Heal 6), sighing contentedly as more wounds on him closed up. Feeling better, he scooped up the High Cleric’s Armor and proceeded to walk to the south side of the room, already stripping his own off. “I will take this Plate y equip later when tenemos tiempo. Por ahora, let's move.” He pointed to the south door where Brendon was looking around, “We have an open puerta, usamos. Quien cares quien closed la puerta otro. Vamonos."
Looking down at the dwindling pile of things, Wyn bent down and took the Gold Bracelet [2] and the lone arrow (total back to 15). “Dwarfriend, I tink ye should take de odder throne room key. Just in case sometin happens en we need to get back en Wyn not be around fer some reason.”
“Good idea. And also, wait one minute, Abraxas,” Kovid held up his hand. “We’ll get to it.” He bent down and took the Throne Key [2] (add to inventory), and then cocked his head to the west. "Hmm, the door we came through suddenly has a lock on it now? I know Brendon here is a little absent minded from time to time,”
“No I’m not,” the Scout voiced back from the hall.
The dwarf laughed, continuing, “Either way, I don't think he would have missed that.” He turned to the elf, “Wyn, you bounced off the door during combat, any chance it's some elven sorcery shit?” He started walking over to the western door.
Wyn joined him, rubbing his chin. “Dat be quite an interestin' tought dere, dwarfriend. Let's be testing it.” He looked down at himself, fingering the last few things he had picked up. “I tink it must be either deze guard clothes, or de grass bracelet. We pick up both in dat room where we rekilled de wight.”
“Methodical testing.” The dwarf nodded his head, giving the door a shake, noting it was still locked. “Well, it’s locked now.”
The elf approached slowly, taking off the grass bracelet and handing it to Kovid. “If dis does work, I bet it be a matter of intent... like if one of the castle guards wanted a door to be locked, like I did when de Duchess was here, den it locks. We just need to figure out which item be de trigger, en whedder another one of ye cen use it. We’ll dew de uniform first.”
With that, the elf went over to the door and grabbed the knob, muttering, “I want to open dis door,” pouring his will into it.
And the door opened. Smiling, he let it open a crack, peered into the hall, and closed it again, muttering, “And I dew NOT want dis door to lock.” And the door shut.
“Check that out,” Kovid muttered, pointing. And sure enough, the keyhole that was there earlier, was now missing, with no sign it was ever there earlier.
“No you try while holdin’ dat grass bracelet.”
Kovid made the attempt as well, willing the door to lock, but when he turned the knob, it opened. “I’m going to say it’s not the bracelet.” He then pointed to the elf, “And that uniform is not going to fit any of us..except maybe Lyra.”
“Don’t drag me into that, thank you,” she called out from the far side of the room.
Wyn laughed, “H'okay... I tink we got dis figured out. Only ting left to try will be on a door dat have a physical lock. We try dat later.”
“How many time do you think you can do that?” Kovid asked.
“Don’t know. And dere be nothing on dis uniform dat shows dat or dat even let me know it was doing anyting. I still am gonna have ta do a detect magic ta be sure, but we should and could wait as long as we can if’n we can.”
Lannis meanwhile was slowly spinning the crystal over the formed hole in the crate, feeling the sides of the stone as they conformed to the resting place. Eventually he felt that he had circled the correct area and placement twice and when the rotation of the gen brought it back in line, he sighed as he let the Ispan’s Crystal sink back once again into the crate. (<Int check, -4 difficulty, Pink 12) Even without his sight, the magic user was attuned to all things magical and he could feel a faint tingle in the palm of the hand that was resting on the crate. A few telltale hairs on the back of his arm stood up. There was an almost subsonic single hum that he just barely detected as it sounded off and then ended. He just felt…that this was correct and complete.
Throughout all this Brendon was finishing up his overview of the hall and the open doorway. The short hall ran to the door leading to the main hall and it was closed and not locked, no traps. The door on the south end of THAT hall though was still open and revealed a sitting room. With tea. Yes, there was a fireplace still with logs burning in it on the east wall, where a half dozen padded chairs were situated around it in a wide circle, a worn well used rug on the ground. On the opposite wall was a large picture of the Ispan’s daughter, Argenta, that we had glimpsed when we freed her soul from the first Corfard Statue. She was depicted smiling and eating an apple. A tea pot was on a hook on the fireplace and a tea set complete with saucers were near the various chairs as if the Adepts had put them down and raced off. There was a knitting basket just visible on the far end of the room and Brendon could see another door leading further south beyond there.
He rejoined the rest of the group, noting Abraxas in his new platemail (base AC is 18, 19 for first attack if armed with the Scythe), and said, “If you’re all ready, you gotta check out the next room.”
Time now is Day 8, 8:20 AM
(OOC)
Alright! Great job and good haul everyone. Current hps are: Lan 8/11, Lyr 8/22, Wyn 9/15, Abr 15/29, Bren 9/14, and Kov 28/37. What’s the plan?
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