There was a lot of back and forth on this and the group didn't like any of the options - but they wanted this area to be UNFOUND. So that was their premise on all their thought trees from this point forward.
Follows:
TWO HUNDRED FORTY FOUR
(I/C)
Going through his pack and dropping the pole and dirty towel, Brendon quipped, “Say what you will, that was probably the best sleep I’ve had in a day.” Grinning, he then filled one of his empty water skins with wine from the barrel, adding, “For the trip home, of course.”
“Of course,” Wyn smiled. “If’n we be ready, let's listen to de throne room area en see if anyone be in dere. If not, dis may be a good time to continue to check it.”
Lyra was getting her belongings together when Abraxas suggested, "Señorita, perhaps it is best to leave your old Chainmail here, so we don’t have to carry it around everywhere with us, and we have a back up just in case.”
“In case, what?” she asked.
“We know there is a Gob running around with more Slee-mei verde.” He frowned, “We would hate for you to end up with no armor, correcto Señor Kovchec?”
“Ha ha, that really totally sucked,” Kovid agreed.
“Not a problem. This elven chain is very light.” She looked around. “Are we seriously going back to the throne room now? Slither slither dead snake?”
The elf shrugged, “From what Priestess en Salazar said, it sounds like one of de snakes is alive again... but we need to deal with it eventually. For now I saw we check to see south en see where dat goes. Oui?"
Brendon nodded, cinching his scabbard in place. “I agree with Wyn.”
"Du Lac, listen to de south door, s'il vous plaît. Den we go."
“Will do.” He held up his cracked glass vial and offered it to Lyra. “Maybe slingers want to have the glass shard filled cracked vial? I thought it would be a good thing to sling at a caster.”
“Or el Dragon when he goes to breath fuego on us.”
“Thanks, Brendon,” Lyra nodded. “But with the Lolthian Flail, I am not sure how much slinging I might be doing. But I’ll take it just in case.” (Add Cracked vial with shards (2) to sheet).
Moving to the front and lighting his lantern in readiness for the day, Kovid offered, “Speaking of Corfard, I’m honestly surprised a dragon can walk around these halls as quietly as he does. I figured he'd be too big to fit through the halls.”
"Perhaps he is still a relatively young and immature dragon,” Lannis suggested, “still growing as it were. Very capable of killing us, just not as efficiently perhaps as a larger dragon.”
“Hmm,” the dwarf grunted, looking at his map, beard pursed. “I'm also of the mind that we head out through the south exit, the stone activated one, and explore one of the Guardian areas. We need to find that last Corfard figurine. Either the northwest corner or the garden area. What do we think?"
Glancing at the map and pointing to the upper corner, the Magic User answered, “I say we go northwest, less stuff over there, and if we pull it off without alerting anyone we can go back and check out the bedrooms.” He glanced north to the closed door to the Throne Room. “We could even check out the crystals, lack of sleep has dulled my better judgment, and I now think we should deal with those at some point."
“So we’re going back to the throne room?” Lyra asked, a bit distracted. “Are we thinking about taking a look at those crystals?”
“At some point yes,” the Wizard replied. “Remember, I deduced with my massive intellect that there might be a way to tell the two of them apart as one of them would be channeling the antithesis of the elven goddesses and would have an evil bent. Something I assume you would know about.”
“Hey!”
“Hungry?” he shot off quickly. “I mean because you’re a cleric. Not because you’re an anger prone cesspit of dismay and rotting hey.”
During all this time, Brendon had gone and listened to both walls (>Hear Noise, Red 88) and after a few minutes let the group know, “I don’t hear anything through the north wall to the Throne Room, but south there are some distant voices, indistinct, but deep sounding.”
“Dragon?”
He shook his head. “No, not even close to that deep.”
Abraxas looked back and forth, shrugged and clapped Lannis on the shoulder. “Bueno! Let’s vamonos amigos, let's face la dia. "
“Too early for this much cheery.”
“I had cake, Senor. I am happy.”
“You’re welcome.”
“It wasn’t because of you.”
“I know. But you’re welcome anyway.”
Kovid chuckled softly and looked at the stone block sticking out of the south wall. Cracking his knuckles he pushed the block in and it depressed slowly and with some resistance until it went flush with a faint clunk. He then went to open the wall, but it had been 3 decades, and the mechanism behind it was stuck. So he had to really push (=Open Door, Blue 3) until it finally opened with a gritty grinding feel and low rasping sound.
Getting a bunch of “shushes” from the rest of the group, Kovid forced the door the rest of the way open and then listen the lantern to illuminate the space beyond. It was a sizeable chamber, a door on the north and south walls, the north door also had a curtain hanging in front of it, partially pulled to the side. The floor of the room had old esoteric and arcane looking symbols painted upon them, including a circle that took up more than half the room itself. There were a few cushions, lumpy and worn looking, tossed in the various corners, and on the wall were painted pictures of Theystran symbols as well a repeated depiction of what looked like a red sword.
In the distance, unsure where they might be coming from, but most likely not too far behind either door, were the deeper voices Brendon commented on that Kovid and Wyn identified as Orcish. Nothing could be gleaned, but they weren’t too far off.
“Is this safe?” Kovid asked. “I don’t want to get my Underhammer blow n off walking in here.”
“De symbols on de floor are old and de paint isn’t kept up on.” Wyn and Lannis spent a minute or two looking the markings and symbols over (<Int -4 penalty, +2 elf, Orange 3..>Int -4 penalty, Pink 19), the Magic User shrugging and saying, “Who knows with these sex elves. Most likely the dildoing magic room or some such shit.”
“You are so wrong, Monsieur,” Wyn replied in a whisper. “Dis is a chamber for summoning and teleporting.”
“You sure?”
“Oui. Eets not in use now, and has no power on its own, but de Ispan’s mages most likely used it as such some time ago.”
(Enemy Hear Noise: >Black 5 – failed)
Kovid looked around. “So? We going in here or back tracking to the Throne Room?”
Time now is Day 7, 8:40 AM
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