ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY ONE
(I/C)
Giving a sigh, Brendon motioned back to the Ishtari area holding up his filthy towel. “Since we’re here.”
As he went in, Lannis took out his bloody towel and Abraxas nodded, “Might as well wash myself and stuff.”
As half the group was cleaning up Brendon said, “No one’s moved the deceased elves, I wonder if they are lying on something we might find useful.” He then turned to Lannis, “And what possessed you to think leaving your valuables behind was a good idea?”
“Um, you left your own food there, Pirate Bob.”
“Did I bring it?”
“Don’t you know if you did?” Lannis asked, flipping the brim of his hat back to make it better to see.
“Who knows,” Brendon shrugged. “I’ll check when I’m done.”
Wyn cleared his throat, "You okay, mon ami? You be talking bout stuff that already happened. We not in the bedroom no more. Maybe de bees did more to yer mind den we tought.” He frowned, “I will also choose to tink day de pain you are going through is causin’ you to be more... critical... of de rest of us. However, ye may want to consider not insulting everyone and stop being... how do you say eet... a dick.”
The Scout frowned, voice growing scathing, “I’m being a dick because I made a suggestion about the barracks. You do know from where we’re standing we might be passing them again. Maybe stick to what you think you know and tell us what we should be doing as usual.”
“Wow,” Lyra muttered.
Lannis snickered, "Yeah Wyn, make like a swamp tree and swamp leave him alone. Maybe if we're nice to Brendon we can sea if we can get him back to an even keel.”
“Lannis must you swamp us with your humor?” Brendon joked, lifting the towel up to check its cleanliness.
Wyn sighed, “It was more about how you criticize everything the team does, such as when you asked ‘What possessed you to tink leaving yer valuables behind was a good idea?’ Dis is not de first time, Monsieur. I just tink you can be overly critical of odders in de party.... and dis not be con-struk-teev comments eidder.”
“You can say that again,” the Fighter muttered.
Covering his grin, Wyn concluded, “I be sorry iffin I ‘struck a nerve’ with what I said. Mayhaps I used de wrong word? Let's quickly leave our stuff in de butchas room, den go to de beekeepa room, oui?""
Wringing out the last of his dirty clothes, Abraxas stood up and stretched, "Enough of this chitty-chatty. There are Orcuses everywhere. We need to be mucho quiet. Beeskipper sounds fine to me. ¡Vamonos!"
"Oh no,” Lannis shook his head, folding his damp towel over itself. “No no, silly Abraxas, Orcus isn't here, that would be awful. Just do me a favor, if you see any decks of cards don't touch them."
"While I don't have anything to ferry over,” Lannis offered, “I don't have a better suggestion and would rather not be left alone. As for Brendon, his idea to make it look like we might still be using the barracks is solid, however, before you scold me, the things I left were less valuables and more heavyables, I get rained on enough by this group without feeling like I was taking on too much water."
The Cleric nodded, “I’m fine with investigating that area. We should be wary though, I doubt they have zero guards in that area now. One sign of orcs and I want out - especially with limited spells.”
“I have no objections to checking out the Beekeeper hall to see what’s left,” asserted Kovid, “Let’s not give the Orcs too much time to plan their defense. We have the rest of the first floor to finish exploring.”
The group moved out of the Ishtari area and made their way slowly back across the Catacombs and then up the stairs. They detoured to the Barracks area and moved the cabinet back in front of the door at the Upper Barracks and Brendon took what less obvious blankets and sheets he could and still keep the place looking like it was being used.
Shutting the door closed they made their way north up the stairs, to the main north corner, and then took the Main Hall west with ears out. They passed by the hall running north and the door there was closed once again, and then kept going to the hall past the Scriptorium. From there it was faster feet through the long hall to the Butchers where there finally felt a bit more at ease.
Wyn stowed most of the items in the Freezer area behind the now empty book shelves and Lannis, Brendon, and Abraxas hung their wet items and towels in the Butchery over the sand. “Should be dry later,” the Magic user noted.
From there we left and shutting the door made our way along and through the corridors again until we arrived at the Main Hall. Ears peeled the group made their way down the hall to the North Corridor where they approached the closed door and Brendon gave it a once over, looking and listening.
The portal had seen better days and there were gaps and some rent holes in it. (WMC: Red/Black 4) Brendon motioned the group to be quiet while he swiftly checked the door out (<Find traps+10 bonus familiar door, Red 06) when he stopped and whistled low. “Hellllo, you sneaky bastard.”
“What did you find, Monsieur?” Wyn asked.
Brendon turned back to the group and lifted Kovid’s lantern a bit higher and then pointed through the gaps. “Can’t see it clearly, but there is a set of chairs right on the other side of this door, right? Well, I would guess that the orcs could stage a guard here and waster manpower...or…they can pile a bunch of large wood and metal crap against the door like they did so that when Iopen the door towards us, the leaning stuff slides off the lip of the stairs they are propped on and fall down 20’. Making a shit ton of noise and letting the pig faces know we are coming.”
“Can you remove it?” Kovid asked.
Brendon shook his head. “No, trap is a simple leaning trap and is on the other side of the door. There is literally no way that I think I can remove it, unless one of you has a better idea?”
Lyra was fidgeting. “Are they over there? Like, right over there?”
Brendon motioned the group for silence and listened (>Hear Noise +10 bonus, Red 76) and then shook his head. “Don’t hear them.”
Abraxas nodded. “So amigos, we go in weapons caliente and ready for the Porks, or we don’t and think of another way to open door without all the ruido.”
“Whatever we do, let’s be smart and safe,” Lyra hissed, sling out, ““It’s amazing... it feels like we’ve been exploring and getting our asses kicked a lot more than just a few hours today already.”
Time now is Day 5, 10:59 AM
(OOC)
Ok! Have a plan to remove the stuff on other side of door or get in asskicking formation and take the stairs by storm?
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