Orwen sitting back listening to the others speak he feels it's time to chime in himself, "I think setting off the alarm with one team and watching with two others is a good idea. Since if we hit the wrong one the other will be on full alert to any attacks." He scans the room and looks towards Naboo, "I wonder if the city keeps any maps of the under ground passages, you know a clever little doll could easily take it from which ever clerk may have it. If that's a no go we could find ones that have spent years cleaning down there or at least helped shaped it. Unfortunately I wouldn't know off hand being raised out in the country but I doubt it wouldn't hard to find out. What do you all think?"
As he waits for an answer he mentions to Gunser, "Like Blast I have skill in picking locks and disarming traps. Just so you know."
'I don't think that's the outcome we're looking for." Says Taurven drily.
Naboo is very skeptical of his ability to puzzle out such esoteric information; he's not sure he'd be able to accomplish it at all, let alone this month. You fellows might have more luck, being able to go straight up to people and talk to them directly.
He also suggests that Cheliax administrators wouldn't be bothered to keep exhaustive records of tunnels, let alone ones taking into account all the other building projects through the years.
"True enough. But we've a couple fellows we left in a bar under some bawdy drawin's, they had a fair knowledge of such things, once upon a time. It's a folly, I know, but indulge an old man: In absence of any other real knowledge, I'd go there, buy them fellows a drink, and tell all at the bar, y'know, like you do. Can't hurt, and I'd have had a drink before I died next to Jelani, if it came to that."
"Absent any other more sensible plans, are we off, then?"
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"Well, these things can be made permanent" Mirrender interjected, "and just because someone -- or something -- sets it off doesn't mean that we can't get surprise."
"We've seen some mighty big rats down there, after all. And even if, say, Jelani trips it -- that doesn't mean he or they have to see all of us."
"Being in the Narrows has quite a few tactical advantages, but it also has a few tactical problems." He speaks from experience.
"It makes it easier, for example, to protect the Mages when you're in the narrows -- which can make it harder to get at the opposition's Mages. It can also limit what your Mages are aiming at, since they have a limited angle of view."
"Spider Walk is a great spell for such situations ... assuming, of course, that the narrows aren't so low ceilinged that it really only fits one. Course I don't happen to know that spell, but ..."
"Well, for narrows, I'd favor Mister Blast's bottled hellfire. We've a grand gang, and clever. I like our odds, for all that I don't know 'em. Sometimes, you've just got to sail the open reach, unmapped. Pack a lunch and a lute, and pray for rain.", Gunser grins.
"Well, for narrows, I'd favor Mister Blast's bottled hellfire. We've a grand gang, and clever. I like our odds, for all that I don't know 'em. Sometimes, you've just got to sail the open reach, unmapped. Pack a lunch and a lute, and pray for rain.", Gunser grins.
"Now that's all I been needin' to hear. If these spell thrower types show themselves, I'll handle 'em. Time to mount up and move out." He grabs his musket, checking his aim. Seeing how it's as perfect as always, "I'm ready."
"As am I, though throwing bombs in an enclosed space with limited view will be an interesting experiment," the tiefling remarks, heading to his room to gather his things.
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"You never know what's next in life, only cowards waste theirs worrying about what might come. We are the eight! It is our destiny to do more than sit around talking. ONWARD!" Jelani says, and despite his speech not being that good, he pretends it is, and starts walking out of the base. He stops a moment later turning back to ask, "How do we get there again?"
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Mirrender loads up, taking all three masks along for good measure. Naturally he will only be wearing one at a time, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't have them all along.
"Say, Sir Naboo (For isn't "Sir" how one addresses a living Ragedy Andy?), "Have you heard of something called 'the Order of the Shield'? I heard it mentioned with respect at the Orphanage ... something about protecting innocents I think ...
"Proper planning and information gathering are not cowardice, they are wisdom. But never mind that, Jelani, lets go see about that well."
Taurven puts on the shozoku on over his chain-shirt. Then he covers the shozoku with the cape from his noble's outfit. He grabs his bow, quiver, and backpack. Before shouldering the backpack, he pulls the bedroll out. It's not likely to be needed.
Taurven takes the hooded mask from the shozoku and tucks it under his belt. that will go on at the last minute before he drops down into the well.
Casey grabs his pack and the rest of his weapons and then places a new toothpick within his mouth. Making sure he's locked and loaded, "Lead the way," he says as he lowers the tip of his hat just a bit.
Naboo gives you directions to the well while he heads for the bar; you set off.
The streets are deserted and you make it there.
The well has its wooden box lid on top of it; you'd guess that it would be about wide enough for one man to comfortably climb down into it, maaayyybeeeeee two, but they might get stuck.
"Y'all don't s'pose the lid is alarmed, do you?" He asks as a matter of fact.
As the casters detect nothing of the sort, "Mighty fine then. Well alright, let's see what kind o' trouble we can cause. I'll be waitin' on the rest o' ya, seein's how we probly gonna need a light." Casey removes the lid and starts down the well barring any objections.
"Um, nevermind. I can't see a dang thang down there. Anybody got a light?"
"We'll lash that lightstone to the end of the rope, and have a look...", Gunser says, taking the necessary steps.
Taurven cast Dancing Lights, and sends the torch-like illumination down into the well.
A certain distance down- I'm not sure how you can accurately guess, but it's a fair way, over 60ft- the lights reveal the bottom of the well. You can make out brickwork and, surrounding a clear patch in the middle, some boxes with an unidentifiable pile of something bursting slightly out of the top and leaking out the bottom.
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When asked, Mirrender checks the area for magic but finds none. He looks around, knowing that a group of eight huddling over a covered well is probably going to look suspicious -- even in the surface world.
"Ummm ..." Mirrender whispers with some confusion, watching the dancing lights go down the well, "You guys do realize that I can see real well in the dark, right? There a reason why you didn't ask me to check it out before we let the Bad Guys know we're here?"
Otherwise, he waits knowing that he should not be the first one down. He's probably a better rear guard in this situation.
"No, Mirry. We'd ha' known if we'd ha' thought, but we didn't." Gunser drops a coin in, aiming for the whatever that's escaped the chest...
"One... Two...", Gunser counts softly.
Taurven hands 50' of silk rope to Jelani. "Let's use the plain old ropes here, and take the magic one with us. We may want it later."
"Hmm. We might guess he's out, with the crates at the top. And with him out, we might have set our own trap at forty feet or so. With droppin'-down magics, would you get caught in a net? Or settle on top, and end your magic? And fall the rest? Just a thought."