Greep will go over to the back exit and block the door closed.
"We may need to get out of here quickly." -greep- "Any of the patrons that ran out could go for more of the 'Broken Claw'. Watch the other doors."
"Hey- If they get the guards out of the warehouse, this might be a good time to go search it."
-grEEp-
Eir adjusts her breastplate. There was a little shifting during that melee.
"Hey, guys?"
"I think we need to help Karrin out."
Greep hurries to the farther door to see if it can be blocked. As he approaches it, he can her the faint echoes of something coming from the stairway beyond the scarred portal. It sounds like a large mob of pissed off goblins. The escaping patrons must have summoned reinforcements.
Greep discovers that the door is thoughtfully equipped with a bar that can be slid in place to bar it from the inside. He easily swings the door shut, it being equipped with handles suited for smaller beings to pull. As he shuts and bars the door he hears the sound of the distant mob getting closer and closer.
Karrin starts and returns to the present. She cannot make heads or tails of what happened, but she still feels slightly disoriented.
The group falls to, scurrying about the bar looking for anything interesting.
Greep runs to the swinging kitchen doors and peeks around the corner. He sees a rather dingy and ripe cooking space, with a large hearth and a panoply of dirty pots and pans. Various hard-to-identify meats and cheeses hang from the greasy rafters. A pyramid of mushroom ale casks line the far wall. There doesn't seem to be any other way out of the room besides the doors.
Zigel, Karrin and Ffethpaar rifle the bodies on the tavern floor while Eir prepares her comatose caster for a piggyback ride.
The three find roughly 100 GP in various denominations in pocket change on the bodies. They also come across these trinkets:
A ring with a large black opal stone encased in a basket weave of gold wires. (On Duuvarg's finger)
A palm-sized crystal orb that slowly changes colors between red, blue, white and brown. (In Duuvarg's beltpouch)
A set of full plate mail that can fit any medium creature. Made of mithril.(On Duuvarg's body)
3 blue potions, each bears the same label in Common: Wooly Cupgrass’ Philter of Health Improvement. Cures what ails you.(Duuvarg, Horv, Sargak)
A bilious green potion without label.(Duuvarg)
2 necklaces in silver with a banded agate set in a silver mounting.(Horv & Sargak)
A rusty horseshoe, a white marble, a banded agate and a brass key. (All in one of Duuvarg's beltpouches)
2 longswords, plainly made (Horv&Sagrak)
2 steel chainmail shirts (also)
2 steel helms (ibid.)
3 hardwood billy clubs (servers)
3 Leather aprons (servers)
Swift finds a ring she missed, a ring set with an aqua turquoise stone shaped like a shield on the bartender's finger. She frantically looks for the key to the lockbox.
The sounds of the goblin screeching has dimmed somewhat with the closing of the door, but it seems to be gaining power once again.
zigel casts detect magic as fast as he can. then gathers up only small light wight items or magic ones.
"Think we need to make are selves gone ,fo we end up in the dead book cutters"
Greep cautiously enters the foul-smelling kitchen. The fire in the hearth is blazing, and a large pot of some incredibly noxious stew bubbles on an iron hook suspended above the flames. Greep hears a banging and clanking coming from the back. He hurries over and finds a hatch in the back wall, with a nest of moldy straw on the floor in front of it. The sounds are coming from beyond the hatch, sounding like someone hitting metal with a hammer or something similar.
Zigel casts Detect Magic on the pile of goods he, Karrin and Ffethpaar have found. The ring, orb, plate mail and the 4 potions all glow with an ethereal blue light. Karrin, still in a bit of a daze, picks up coins and items on autopilot.
Greep cautiously enters the foul-smelling kitchen. The fire in the hearth is blazing, and a large pot of some incredibly noxious stew bubbles on an iron hook suspended above the flames. Greep hears a banging and clanking coming from the back. He hurries over and finds a hatch in the back wall, with a nest of moldy straw on the floor in front of it. The sounds are coming from beyond the hatch, sounding like someone hitting metal with a hammer or something similar.
While looking for a way to block off the hatch, Greep yells (in Goblin)
Greep is hoping the noise is a delivery not an alarm.
The knocking sound Greep and Ffethpaar hear from the hatch does seem to be dwindling. There are stacked kegs of mushroom ale that could be put across the hatch if it needsd to be blocked.
Eir had wrapped up Nurkrak the caster so that he can be transported fairly easily. He still looks rather bad, his greenish face still and grey-tinged. Blood is staining the bandages applied to his wounds.
In her happy land of looting and quietly cooing over shiny things Swift misses a lot of whatevers happening with the hatch, shiny things first.
In her happy land of looting and quietly cooing over shiny things Swift misses a lot of whatevers happening with the hatch, shiny things first.
Swift looks around for the key to the iron-bound chest. She notices a upside-down cup that looks less dusty than many of the cheap earthenware mugs under the bar. She flips the mug, revealing a dark brass key hidden underneath it.
returns to main room
"There's a -greepin- hatch leading out the back wall- we heard some noise at first, but it quieted down when I told them to go away. May have been a delivery? Anyway, looks like the -greepin- servitor gobbo left that way. Want us to open it up and look around? If its bad we may need backup."
A little surprised that none of the others seem at all concerned with her declaration of triumph the tibbit gives a little sigh and shake of her head, nobody ever played her games with her, silly nonshifters. Humming her little 'I found the shinys' tune she'd made up a few years ago the little rogue opens the chest.
A little surprised that none of the others seem at all concerned with her declaration of triumph the tibbit gives a little sigh and shake of her head, nobody ever played her games with her, silly nonshifters. Humming her little 'I found the shinys' tune she'd made up a few years ago the little rogue opens the chest.
As Swift inserts the key into the lock of the cashbox, a slender needle lances out from a small hole just above the keyhole.