FOUR HUNDRED THIRTY TWO
(I/C)
"Amigos,” Abraxas said in a stage whisper, “Vamonos mas rapido, en y exterior. No dally-dilling.”
Wyn nodded. “Oui. Monsieur Du Lac? We going in.” He looked at Kovid and Abraxas, “Would one of ye ‘ealed fighters like to open de door?”
Looking back down the grit and trash filled hallway, Brendon looked back at the east door and said, “I can’t see how this door is any safer than the one in the locust area.”
“I dunno,” Kovid muttered, “I think we’ve been pushing out luck staying at the Vault. Maybe we need to find a new place to rest tonight.”
“Oh?” Lyra looked up surprised, “So maybe we can make the locust room our new hideout?”
“Wow, terrible ideas coming out of you left and right,” Lannis shook his head. “No to the Locust Room. Seriously, we’ve had this conversation.” He jerked his thumb to the door, “And I’ve already died once today, and I'd rather not make a repeat performance. Someone else open the suicide door."
“Creo something maybe no es bueno.” The Fighter made the sign of the evil eye to ward off foul magics, “Es similar a ojos de malo son mirar us. No me gusta.”
“Alright chickens, I’ll get the door.” Kovid hiked up his pants and settled his Theystran Hammer back on his belt. “Someone watch our six. I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Si, si. I’m on it. Vamonos."
The group help weapons tight as Kovid turned the knob, silently counted, and then pushed the door open. The smell of machine oil and the sharper scent of cut metals met the party as the dwarf’s enchanted light filled the sizable room. There were tables of various sizes in the chamber, a few racks, a larger cabinet set on the north wall, and two elven stone figures hunched over slightly but stacked in the corner. After verifying that nothing was coming out or anything was alive, Kovid turned to Brendon and the two of them entered the chamber with care, looking for any signs of traps or pits.
The north wall over the cabinet was covered with a mosaic of tiles that depicted the entirety of the Dawnlands, with Acreage and the Ispan Halgafar’s Castle square in the center. Many of the tiles had a disjointed look to them closest to the Castle, giving the illusion that that area of Acreage was despoiled somehow. The tiles showing the Castle though were rainbow in color, but the coloring was weak and pale looking.
The ornately carved cabinet was sizable, about 5’ wide, 4’ tall, and maybe 3’ deep. It was closed tight and the top was empty of anything except for three depressions about 4” in diameter, one on the right, the center, and the left of the cabinet’s top. There was a brass ball, maybe about 2 lbs in weight, situated in the leftmost depression, the other two were empty.
The shelves had games stacked on them. Many different types of chess, checkers, Fox and hounds, Settlers, Mancala and the like.
The two tables were a mass of partially made and modified artificer looking items, each one looking like something that Smallpox might have been working on, each one sporting some sort of dangerous looking and most likely poorly thought out goblin tweak. Boots, shields, hammers, even a frying pan. In an open topped box were about 30 odd rough edged manastone looking crystals. Under the tables was a small mattress that looked like it had come from a child’s room, along with a blanket and soft pillow. A stool there also had a small copper cup and a bottle of elven wine with a cork in it. There was some dried jerky meat as well.
In the corner of the room were two elven statues, one man, one woman, each a bit hunched over, positioned in such a way that they might have been sitting at one point.
After about 5 minutes, Brendon and Kovid gave the thumbs up to the group that there was nothing (no roll needed) that was going to obviously blow up or hit them with a trap. “It’s ok, guys.” Kovid assured them. “We looking around?”
“Maybe a good spot to look for magic items,” Brendon noted. “I’d say this was Smallpox’ private crafting room.”
“Um,” Lannis pointed to all the half finished goblin artificer items, “touch none of them. Ever. And I’d go to the Locust Room before I’d let any of you take one of those experimental goblin death toys. Just saying.”
Time now is Day 10, 8:40 AM
(OOC)
Silence 15’ radius @ NE Corner – 47 minutes
Right now Brendon and Kovid in the room. Who wants to do what?
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