THREE HUNDRED NINETY FIVE
(I/C)
Holding up his head to get everyone to chill, Brendon placed the Healing potion in Abraxas’ hand (Add Healing Potion [5] to Magic Inventory) with a quick, “Here, Doc. Give it to her if she gets worse, otherwise, it’s yours,” and then jogged over to the northern doors through Duchess’ room. “Before we start searching, let me check out the outer rim to see if we’ve attracted anything.”
“Did you find a key on Mira?” Wyn asked, “Cen you check de chest to make sure dats de key we need? I would do it, but I don’t want ta risk settin de trap off.”
“Yeah. And it’s TWO chests. One thing at a time. Someone police that south door please?”
Abraxas closed the portal and then took out one of his many iron spikes. Crouching low, he proceeded to drive it home (Set spike, <Blue 5), saying, “Let’s trying a block as many puertos as possible. We should usamos tiempo mucho a mirar el room para de bajo y arriba.”
Once satisfied the north doors had no surprises waiting for them behind it, Brendon walked back in and looked around head nodding slowly. “What’s the game plan?”
De chests are important,” Wyn said.
Brendon held up the silver key and tossed it softly, catching it quick. “I’m on it.” As he stalked past the room, he gave Mirabellis’ leg a short kick, growling at her corpse, “Bitch you better have left something great in here or so help me I’ll wear your head on my belt.” He reached into his pack and tossed his Prybar to Abraxas, “For the north door, Doc.”
“Gracias.”
“Be careful, dere may be more potions in dere dat we need... en we need to get movin as soon as we can.” Wyn moved to the dead panther and crouched low, “We also need to check Mira, de cat en de skeletons for stuff... en keep en ear out so we don’t get surprised. Let’s get to it.”
Kovid went to the chest of drawers, Abraxas was making his way to the north doors, spike in hands, Brendon was already at the chests, which left Lannis to head over to Mirabellis. He stopped and crouched low by Lyra, moving her hair out of her face and gave a troubled sigh. "Well one of the women trying to ruin my life is dead, and the other is dying, you think I would be happier about that but no, I find myself realizing I would be quite upset if something irreversibly bad happened to Lyra.”
“Vera touching, Monsieur Offop.”
“Yeah,” he stood up and dusted his hands clean before heading over to Mirabellis, a stern expression on his face. “I don’t look forward to explaining it to her jockey either. That said I don't feel that way about this dumb bench."
“Bench?” Brendon asked
"Yeah. Rigid, inflexible and unbelievably annoying should it be found outside of its place in the world"
"Miramos amigos por todos cosas useful, si?” Abraxas was grunting as he worked on lifting the door in its portal, shoving the spikes underneath in an effort to slow down its potential opening (remove a second spike – down to 8). “Estoy Do not miss anything! Estamos listo? Hacemos ese, amigos!"
Wyn checked Piddles over with care, noting that the feline did have a collar on. He felt around, finding the release and pulled it off. It was a well made wide leather collar with a dangling brass fob with the name “Piddles” carved in the middle on both sides. The collar had some low quality blue sapphires running through the surface, reflecting some of the light in the room. “Monsieur Du Lac? Any idea?” he asked, holding it up.
Brendon gave it a quick look over and nodded (Thief, Int>12, no roll). “Not the best but there’s a bunch of them in the collar. Probably get 150 crowns back in Specularum.”
“Great,” Wyn replied, adding it to his bag for now (Add Leather/Sapphire collar [2] 150 crowns to inventory).
Kovid was going through the chest of drawers one at a time, the dwarf finding a variety of clothes, mostly blues and similar colors. But he also discovers a disturbing amount of lacy types of undergarments. Way too many unmentionables, things with straps and snaps, sheer nightgowns, items that appears to be too small, and others with silk ties and bows and whatnot. It was the last drawer that was just string type underwear and a few that appeared to have the crotch cut out that had the dwarf wiping his hands on his ass and shaking his fingers as if they were dirty. “Yeah. Nothing here. At least nothing any of us want to consider to be treasure.”
Lannis was looking over the wizardress’ corpse. He picked up the small 9” doll and looked it over. “I thought the head had come off?” he asked, seeing that wasn’t the case now. The doll did indeed bear a more than passing resemblance to the wizard in a crude fashion. He was a bit weirded out and when no one seemed to be looking, he pinched the doll’s arm and steeled himself to feel the same pinch – but nothing happened. “Well, that’s a relief.”
He gave the doll a closer look, studying the face for a bit, before he reached up and flicked the nose. The doll’s head snapped back and “blood” stained under his nose. “Ah!” he cried out, holding it away from himself and feeling his own nose. Nothing was there. He looked closer at the doll and saw the face was slowly fixing until the “blood” disappeared.
He looked down at Mirabellis and frowned. “You are a twisted bit of shit, huh?” He began going through her stuff without worrying about decorum, courtesy, or respect for the dead. Lannis uncovered three rings, all silver, and one of them had an elven design to it. Her quarterstaff was well used and had been polished and treated in the past. She was wearing a set of sleek snake skin elbow gloves with a pale blue lining that he stripped off of her and put aside. “Where’s your damned spell book?” he mumbled, looking her over. She had a purse sewn inside her robe just under her right breast. Blushing slightly, he manhandled her a bit and drew out a folded piece of vellum.
“What did you find, Big Brain?” Kovid asked.
“She’s not wearing a bra right now,” Lannis said, “and um…don’t worry. But I found this.” He held up the paper. “It’s like a little poem thingie...hmm.”
“Three Fives of Guardians
Two Soul Shard Effigies
One Anti Crystal
All Draw Strength from the Blessed Corfard
Twice Born of Tiamat, Child of Haven”
“Ahh. Whatever the fuck that means,” Kovid shrugged.
“Aine Damn it!” Lyra coughed, sitting up (Healing Surge 2/5: 1d4+1: White 1+1 = Heal 2 hp!!). She rubbed her face and winced at the touch. “I fucking hate caaaaaaats. Why did it even attack me?”
“Welcome back, Priestesse,” Wyn smiled at her. “Glad to see you up again.”
She pushed herself up and held on to the desk for support. “Ugh. Feel like flattened harpy shit.”
“Rather specific,” Lannis chuckled.
Seeing the Magic User had piled up some of her stuff, she asked, “That bitch drop anything good?”
“A few things. We’ll go over it all in a minute I suspect. No spell book. I would guess it’s in one of the chests.”
“Works for me,” Lyra groaned. Looking at Piddles she grunted, “Let’s skin the cat.”
Meanwhile Brendon was convinced he was ready and able. He picked one of the chests (>Open locks, notice anything? Red 45), turned it to the wall, placed the key in and turned it slowly (right box/wrong box: 1-3 right, 4-6 wrong: Red 2 – lucky shot!). The key rattled in the lock and then…it opened! “Gotcha,” Brendon smiled, lifting the lid and then peered around.
The chest had partitions on the bottom of it for 30 potion vials, each one lined and padded. As of now, only 20 of them were filled, 10 slots were empty. There was a fancy silver mirror in here as well, on which were set five gems around the frame: a jet, opal, emerald, ruby, and sapphire. Giving the mirror a once over (Thief, Int>12, no roll) and held it up. “Worth 300 crowns back home.”
“Anything else in there?” Lannis asked. “Like a fucking spellbook?”
“What’s the potions?” Lyra asked, coming over to help. She pointed to the lid. “What’s that?”
Pinned to the inside of the lid, was another silver key. Brendon frowned and took it, looking it over. “It’s a duplicate key?” He compared it to the first one and holding them up, he could see that the second key was NOT exactly the same. “Ahh! Wait – this key has a small stud here at the end. Meaning the lock is very similar, but not 100% exactly the same.”
“So…it’s for the other chest?” Lannis asked.
“Yep.”
“Then how did you know that THIS key was for this chest? Didn’t you say that the wrong key would set off the trap?”
Brendon frowned. “Um…yeah. I did.”
The Magic User frowned. “You are a lucky assed and shitty thief, aren’t you? Scout, Scout, I mean, scout.” He shook his head. “If you were a thief, you might have caught that little fun fact.”
“You wouldn’t have caught it, Big Brain,” Brendon retorted.
“Damn straight. Not my job. I stay in my lane.” He gestured to Lyra. “Hey! Gwyneth! Potions. What’s in the box?”
Lyra went through them one at a time, calling out what she found. “Healing potions…SIX of them. Extra Healing potions…FOUR of them.”
“Dats nice.”
“Recall…Three. Potion of Fly. Potion of Gaseous Form. Potion of Climbing. Potion of Giant Strength. Potion of Growth. Potion of Haste. Aaaaannnnnd…Potion of Undead Control.”
Abraxas clapped his hands together from the archway, “Winner, winner, Cena de Pollo!!”
The group all gathered around as Brendon readied to open the last chest. He put the next key in, turned it, and opened it away from him facing the wall…no problem! “Alright,” he muttered, “let’s see what we’ve got?” Turning the chest back around we could see the bottom was filled with gold and silver coins (1000 silver, 200 gold), there was a midnight blue leather bound spellbook strapped closed. And there were also 4 scrolls loosely placed on top. He handed them over to Wyn who looked through them while Lannis gave the book a quick once over.
“It’s done,” Lannis sighed, “Crazy broad wrote it all fucked up looking so someone else can’t read her work. Need a read magic scroll or spell to do it.”
“Well, I’ve got you ‘ere,” Wyn said, waving the 4 scrolls. “One of dem is Read Magic, One of dem is Sleep, One of dem is Mirror Image, and de last one is Detect Magic.”
The party all felt pretty good about everything found and there was already some thoughts on what to take and what to do next. Kovid hitched up his pants and asked, “What’s next? We need to regroup and heal a bit?”
Time now is Day 9, 12:20 PM
(OOC)
Alright? Seriously –Discord it please and let me know who is taking what. Remember there is a HARD limit of 8 magic items per person – UNLESS you have a box, then you may carry more up to the weight limit (25 CW). Figure it out. Also, potions, reminder – you cannot combine the effects – except for recall and healing.
Treasure XP: 150 crowns (collar), 300 Crowns (mirror), 1000 silver, and 200 gold.
125 xp each!!
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