THREEE HUNDRED THREE
(I/C)
Fingering the gold comb, Brendon noted the small pearls on the handle and mused aloud, “Worth 200 crowns back in Specularum.” He then proceeded to comb his hair, absently looking about before walking up to the chest and crouching low. He handed the half full vial of ink to the wizard, asking, “Lannis what’s the deal with the ink?”
“Let me take a look,” the Magic User replied, checking the seal and shaking it slightly.
“The way I see it,” the Scout said, “I think we have a few options. Stay here and wait for the wolves to leave or go through the Throne Room. I for one don’t think we need to go through the Throne Room. There’s nothing in there we need.”
Wyn nodded absently, moving back to the south side of the chamber. “I tink we just wait a little to see what happens.”
"I agree,” the Fighter said, taking out the two short swords and proceeded to wipe the grime off of them. “We should wait por uno tiempo por los perros a go bark up un otro arbol. Let's see que treasures we found!"
“It will take ye a bit to check de chest proper like,” the elf noted. “Du Lac,” he nodded to Brendon and then walked all the way up to the south wall. “Wyn go keep ear to door em listen to what be going on.”
Kovid meanwhile went up to the north wall and studied it with care, listening through the secret door to the Throne Room and grunting softly. “ So, we are literally between a rock and a hard place. Who has the next bright idea? Big Brain?"
“Offop... cen you use ye crystal ball to see what be in de throne room? Maybe we see what de drilling en noises from de udder day be all about?”
“Hang on, this ink is...” Lannis shrugged. “Well Master Scout, it appears to be...red. Hmm. I could look into it, or the crystal ball to see the throne room. If no one has a preference I'll start with the ink. I figure scrying into the throne room is the last thing we should do before leaving."
Brendon had shifted the chest around so it would open away from him and towards the wall, but proceeded to check it over for traps(no roll needed). “Iffin you have time after de chest,” Wyn asked, “is dere a way fer ye to look over de north door fer traps? Wyn not know deze tings en I figure it worth de try. Mayhaps if we don’t know, we cen unlock it and let one of de dead guys open it?”
“Sure,” the Scout answered, “one thing at a time.” Still running his hands over the cover, he glanced around. “You guys wanna back up a bit? Can’t assume there’s not a gas or some other fucked up trap.”
One of the Guardians was hanging out pretty close to Wyn, making the elf nervous. “Priestess, I know you do dis already but keep does tings quiet, s’il vous plaît.”
“I know I know,” she griped. “They need to be quiet. It’s VERY hard to do while in combat.” She turned to both of them, one finger out accusingly, “Keep both of your mouths shut or so help me Aine, I’ll make sure I turn you both into rotting pieces of furniture. You’ll be a fucking nightstand besides Lannis’ bed and will watch every night as he defiles his mom.”
“Don’t say that, Lyra,” Lannis muttered, still studying the ink. “It’s very hurtful.” As the Cleric made her way to the north wall to help Kovid out, she muttered, “Do we want maybe a detect evil or we know what’s around?”
Abraxas was swinging the short swords now and again, chuckling. “I think it would be helpful at some point.” He then started to put them each through a series of fighting moves, testing their weight, balance, and capacity (<Wis, +2 Fighter stuff, <Blue 11), hoping to learn something about the blades.
Brendon was pretty sure there were no traps on the chest so with a careful hand, he lifted the oaken lid and waited. Nothing happened. So he took a look inside and grunted. “Lots of orc clothes.” He sighed. “Let me clear it out, I’ll let you all know what’s in here.”
Wyn had his ear to the south wall (>Hear Noise, +3 bonus quiet, Orange 1) and Kovid was doing the same to the north wall (=Hear Noise, +3 bonus quiet, Yellow 7) as well as checking the smooth fitting secret door for any cracks, gaps, or signs of tampering from this side (<Stonework Check, Yellow 1).
Lannis laid the half full ink vial down. “It’s red ink, no special properties except for the color. Probably stains. Half a vial means that she used it but outside of angry letters she most likely used in all capitals and poorly spelled, I’m not sure there is anything else to glean about it.” He took out the crystal ball and stand, set it up and sat down in front of it. “Ok, ten minutes and we’ll know what’s on the other side of that wall,” he pointed north. With that he began to study the crystal, sending his will within (<Int check, Pink 6).
Wyn could faintly hear the wolves in the distance, still barking and howling, scratching and what not. He could also smell the acrid burning scent of the flaming beds, wrinkling his nose in distaste. Kovid could hear nothing on the other side of the wall but his keen dwarven sense did spot a few fine particulates of ground up rock and maybe mortar. “Hmm,” he muttered, “they must have been trying to get through on the other side but were unable to.”
Brendon had gone through the chest and laid out quite a lot of the material from within. “Ok, so we have: at least a dozen orcish nightshirts, each of them have some mothballs in the breast pocket. There’s some half a dozen pairs of large footed sandles. Three flasks for oil are in here, 1 full and two empty.”
“That part’s good,” Kovid muttered. “I have 1 left.”
“Anyting else?” Wyn asked.
“Yeah. Four candles. Two pretty decent iron daggers. About 20’ of rope. And this,” he was frowning as he picked it up. “A Brass ball, maybe 2 pounds.
“Don’t you have one just like it?” Abraxas asked.
The Scout nodded. “Yeah. I’ve had it for a bit. Truthfully thought it was just an oddity. Worth probably 15 crowns back at the city. But this is a second one.”
“Dey aren’t magic,” Wyn commented. “We’d ‘ave known de times we cast de spell.” (WMC: 3, 4, 4) The elf then pushed away from the wall. “De stink of de fire is pretty rank, but de wolves barked and howled and made tres noise and dey have now gone away, done being crazy I guess.”
“And did anyone come and check?!” Lyra asked.
The elf shrugged, chuckling. “No! I guess Alha and her wolf nuttiness is common ‘nuff dat no one gives a fuck.”
Still working the crystal ball, Lannis muttered, “This is a silly castle.”
Abraxas had lowered both swords. “These weapons are not orcos made,” he said with confidence. “I would guess dey are elven based upon their weight and size.” He swung one and then the other. “They also seem to swing light and easy, almost like they are pulling my hand.”
“Magic?” Kovid asked.
“I am no Brujah, so I can’t tell you. But they are both easy to swing, just short and light.”
“Der be a bunch o tings we need to check,” Wyn noted. “Let’s wait until Monsieur Offop is done and what he sees and we’ll see about looking for de magic.”
By this time Lannis’ multiple images faded away and he was coming to the end of his time and the images in the Crystal Ball grew clear. “Ok, getting something. Ok. I can see the Throne Room. And there is a large assed undead snake perched on the dais, coiled around the Throne, staring at the south wall where the secret door is.”
“Great,” Kovid sighed. “Any damage to the door?”
“It looks like the entire area had been beaten and hacked and drilled and what not. Wall is all scarred up and messed up, but it’s all on the surface. The under stones are all fine. Looks like they spent some time trying to force their way in but couldn’t do it.” He squinted, “So they set up the undead snake to attack anyone who comes through the secret door.”
He pulled back and ran his hands over the ball like he was spinning the image within. “And there’s the north door, and look, they raised the other damned python from the grave and that one is coiled up and staring at THAT door, ready to attack.”
“Not a bad plan,” Brendon noted. “Anything else? Like another guard, goblin, or otherwise?
Lannis was running his fingers over the ball. “Well..you know how we wondered where the Ballista went? Well it’s up HERE.”
“Really?” both Kovid and Abraxas asked with some excitement.
“Yeah. And it looks like they spent some time fixing it up. Doesn’t appear to be as rusty. Still only see one bolt though.” The crystal ball faded and the image went dark. “And there we go. Done.”
“So…what do we do?”
Time now is Day 8, 7:09 AM
(OOC)
And Treasure XP: 215 divided
Everyone get 35 xp, except Kovid get 36.
41 Mins Control Undead
3 WMC and no one gave a fuck. Lol. Ok there is a lot to divvie up if you want it and I need to know where the group is looking to go. Let me who is taking what. Please check the last post OOC section as well as this one to let me know who takes what.
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