FOUR HUNDRED THIRTY THREE
(I/C)
Walking in and heading over to the corner where the two elven statues were, Wyn mused aloud, “Hmm... game en tinker room? Curious. En some more Medusa victim, too?”
“Looks like it, do you think?” Lyra asked, following in next. She stopped at the closer rack of game and squealed with delight, “Ohhhh games. Anyone up for some chess?”
Heading to the box of manastones, Lannis replied, “Not now. And besides, you can only use the two knights.”
“Why?” she asked.
“They are horses.”
“Ugh. Jerk.”
“Neigh.”
Staying in the hall, eyes fixed down into the gloom, Abraxas whispered back to the party, "Rapido Amigos. Los oyos malo son mirar us. Necessitamos estar muy rapido."
Kovid was checking out the walls (Stonework, Yellow 3), concerned at the spacing of the room in regards to the map. He asked the fighter, “Abraxas, hear anything behind us?” The dwarf was bothered about the waste of space for the castle, but it seemed the north wall was very thick and dense, meaning the secret area in the Chapel was behind maybe 10’ of solid rock. “Elves,” he muttered quietly. “What the fuck?”
“Nada,” came the reply, followed by, “yet.”
Using extreme care, the Magic User was moving the crystals around inside the box, carefully examining each one before putting it aside. “I don’t know people. Maybe there's something in here worth taking. Remember, please, do not touch the goblin stuff, I already died once today and if one of you takes me out with your explosive greed I'm not very confident I'd be the one to get the scroll. So for my sake, not yours, do not touch anything a goblin made. Though I bet if I hit this pile of fake mana stones with a dart opening that wardrobe and dealing with any witches or lions within would no longer be our problem."
Moving to the entrance of the room, Brendon kept watch over there, eyes fixed on Abraxas and the long hall as well as the room itself. “I’d be surprised if there wasn’t a secret hole or nook in here,” he suggested.
Tapping the walls slowly and with care, Kovid nodded. “That’s what I’m checking for.”
Lyra was idly touching each shelf (<Search Wis, White 7) of the games, noting the pieces, boards, and games there. “You know,” she said, “There isn’t nearly as much dust on them as you’d think. I think either Smallpox played with them or someone else did.” She looked closer. “Nicely carved and made pieces. Say what you will about elves…”
“I often do,” Lannis said absently from the table.
“Ha!” Wyn laughed.
“Anyway, elves do make some nice stuff.”
Kovid shrugged. “Sure. Maybe. It’s a niche field, real cottage industry stuff. For real craftsmanship, it’s dwarven of course.”
“Wow. How totally not at all fucking interesting,” the Magic User sneered. “Just look at what you’re looking for, Short Randy Quaid.”
Wyn had moved away from the statues. “Well, I taut dat dese were victims o de Medusa, but dey are actually statues.”
“Weird,” Brendon frowned.
“I know. Not something dat was horribly killed tree decades ago! Who wudda guessed?” He looked around. “Dey might have been past o a display or something and dey were moved an stored here.” He turned to the cabinet under the mosaic next. Looking at the 3 depression on top and the one ball, he turned to the door and asked, “Hey du Lac... where'd you leave yer Brass Ball?”
“In the northwest chamber, there was a secret compartment we found in the ale room.”
“Ah yes,” Lannis nodded. “The crystal ball was there.”
“Yeah, that’s the place.”
“Most likely ghoul territory now,” Lyra muttered.
“Merde,” the elf cursed with a frown, “Well, we need to get dat. I really want to know what's in dis cabinet.”
“Ah ha!” Lannis pulled out one crystal near the bottom. Its surface was clean, edges sharp, and it glowed with a crackling aura of magical light. “One good crystal.” He nudged the rest. “The rest of these are junk. I think Smallpox was copying this one, they all look pretty much exactly like this one.” (Second Manastone [2]) He looked at the stone and then at Lyra, frowning and sighing before putting it temporarily into his pocket.
“We saw the molds and stuff in the Alchemy lab,” Kovid offered.
“Yeah. But I think these are all poor Keaton’s of the original. You know, copy of a copy?”
“You say the strangest things,” Lyra noted.
“Maybe, but I don’t spit out my bit when chewing gum.”
Looking up at the wall over the cabinet, Wyn asked. “We about done den? I’d like to dim de lights a bit iff’n dat ok. Dwarfriend... cen we take a second to look at de mosaic in de dark?”
“Naked sex crab designs hiding inside?” he asked, handing his lantern to Lyra, the Cleric heading for the entrance.
“No. I don't tink we need to worry bout anyting weird bein dere like in de sauna... but I'm curious if dere be anything to see in dis mosaic dat we cen't de now.” He looked over at the door and gave a thumbs up. The Cleric made sue the lantern was behind the door and Brendon pulled the portal mostly closed, plunging the room into darkness. After a few moments the elf and dwarf had their infravision flare to life…but nothing stood out in the chamber wither on the mosaic or anywhere else, shy of the items the party had touched or anyplace they might have lingered too long. “It was worth de look,” he said and Lyra reentered with the lantern.
“Ok,” she said looking around, “What’s the plan?”
“I’d like to get de cabinet open. I ‘ave one ball and Du Lac ‘as hidden anudder.”
“So…we going?”
Time now is Day 10, 8:50 AM
(OOC)
Silence 15’ radius @ NE Corner – 37 minutes
What’s the next step?
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