Rholf straightens his disheveled self, even going so far as to run his spindly fingers through his hair, his hand temporarily enveloped by the flames dancing atop his pate.
"Ready when everyone else is." he says.
Lead on - I am providing bow coverage
Edwin nods to Aethor in admission of his point.
"Indeed. I have a vial of blanch myself, but confess I did not think to prepare it before hand. I do prefer the elegance of the whip over brute force of blades or missiles, however in light of the guard dogs, and,...whatever this was, I admit that I shall most likely have to forgo elegance for something more suitable to doing damage." He confesses.
"I also still carry the magical short sword, which may prove useful against similar creatures." He reminds the others, drawing back his coat to display said blade hanging low on his right side, like an oversized parrying dagger.
"I shall be more than happy to turn it over to one of you more experienced in melee. I confess that these constructs defy my ability to find weak spots. So far."
"Ready."
Laik will also cook a dose onto his flaming whip.
"Let's do this quickly. The count must be here, somewhere. And may need our help."
N'Kai will carefully open the rest of the doors already discovered by the party.
"Agreed. Slowly but steadily then. Watch above as well as around and below. Be aware of breaks in the patterns, A square tile in an otherwise diamond pattern floor tile for example,..."
Edwin continues reciting things that may be obvious in hind site, but he does so in a upbeat, metered speech pattern, aiding the others in their ability to stay alert, and possibly notice things that they might not otherwise.
U8.....leads to a lardor, and to the north of the lardor is a kitchen, with big metal ovens and the like.
Edwin sees nothing of interest.
Larissa stays near the archer, thinking to watch his back while he watches the others'.
Leik follows quietly, peering about and listening.
Nobody sees anything untoward in any of the thus far described rooms.
Entering AA6,
this opens into a dining room. A fireplace on the north wall is flanked by two suits of armor, holding halberds.
There's a long wood table, with one place made (i.e. forks, spoons, a plate) at the head of the table to the east.
The walls are adorned with paintings; mostly landscapes, of different places in the world. One has some egyptian looking pyramids with a caravan of camels; one has a waterfall; one has some mythological gods doing god stuff in classical style (kinda stuff Michelangelo or El Greco woulda painted if his universe had Pharasma instead o Jesus or Hercules or whatnot). Then there's a few nice vases on pedastals from the Orient.
Whatever else is up with Caromarc, he has pretty decent taste in art you can fathom.
omg. after I typed all that, it spun real slow and took 30 seconds to post. Scary, after a long post.......
"Whatever happened here, they were not after the Count's possessions. This seems quite nice and tidy. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Drood??"
N'Kai then approaches to the center of the room and casts a simple spell , focusing on the suits of armor and anything he deems important.
"Whatever happened here, they were not after the Count's possessions. This seems quite nice and tidy. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Drood??"
"Hm. HM? Oh, yes, indeed. As you say, quite tidy." Edwin replies absent-mindedly, looking about the room.
"Almost too tidy, considering the state the room should be in if intruders came knocking. IF the guard dogs and whatever-it-was in the closet are any indication. DO mind your step N'kai, don't get too close to those armors. They would be perfect for hiding yet another construct of some kind." Edwin advises sharply.
The detective mutters his own simple magical charm, and peers about the room himself.
it's like crap like this everywhere. A whole forest worth.
lol....I ment that for the other game......heh heh.....were all mad here!
"Whatever happened here, they were not after the Count's possessions. This seems quite nice and tidy. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Drood??"
N'Kai then approaches to the center of the room and casts a simple spell , focusing on the suits of armor and anything he deems important.
[dice=Spellcraft] 1d20+12
none of it is magic.
The halberds, though....both are masterwork. Both are adamantine.
The armor is serviceable masterwork full plate as well.
also, there's three secret doors in this room. I've made them as green squares.
Just for clarification; the secret doors are on the walls the green squares adjoin, and not the floor or anything.
Oh look.....I found a bag of Fritos irl!!! nomnomnom.....
Then I drew little arrows or "v's" as it were to point to the wall where the secret door is.
These halberds would be of use... is our priest or anyone else able to use them? I can though I'm a far better archer and more useful in that role
"Are we common thieves, then, carrying off anything of interest when the owner is not looking? I don't believe that's why we have come here."
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Consider it a loan.
"I have to side with Aethor on this one. I am running out of spells and we don't have many adamantine arrows left. That could be a problem if we come across more constructs. We should carry the halberds as back-up and give them back to the Count once we find he and Dobitoc are safe"
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The set of her mouth makes it clear that she is not convinced, but Larissa doesn't do anything to stop anyone taking the halberds and she does not argue further. But you will have to convince her if you want her to carry one.
heh heh
Aethorduil takes one with distaste. He makes a makeshift sling for it so he can drape it over a shoulder, and takes up his bow again.
[b]If anyone else can take the other, it will be helpful.
"Too big and heavy for me. Must be quick."
"I'll take the other if no one else is able to use it, just in case."
With that, N'Kai proceeds to repeat the operation, securing the weapon with a couple of his backpack straps, unless someone else claims it first.
Rholf, when mentioned in relation to the halberd, hefts his shield a bit, and says "Can't wield one of those when holding one of these."
Larissa looks at Father Kastigarr. "Is it right to take it?"
Edwin nods to Larissa.
"We are not common thieves, clearing the house of all it's silver and gold decor. But these golems are notoriously difficult to damage. And I rather doubt that we we have seen the last of them. These weapons may even have been placed here for the count to use in case of trouble. Golems are not infallible, and there are many stories of them turning upon their creators. Seeing as how the count has been kind enough to provide them, we would be rude to refuse the use of them. We will, of course, return them to the count immediately upon discovering that he is alive and well."
"He may even appreciate the acquisition of information regarding how effective such weapons are against his constructs." Edwin adds thoughtfully, and immediately makes a swift notation in his pocket notebook.
Edwin tucks away the notebook, and readies his bow once more.
"After you." He says softly.
Larissa looks at Father Kastigarr. "Is it right to take it?"
"We will leave them here in the house when we leave. Current circumstance necessitate our using them for the time being, Miss Brightfoot. An ethical dilemma will only arise if we claim them as our own with no rightful claim to them."
With a doubtful look, she holds out her hands to the magus for the second halberd. "My claws are of no use against a thing of metal like the one in the entryway. Even if I'm not trained with it, I'll be of more use with this."
She gives it a couple of experimental swings to get its balance. "It is well-made, isn't it? Even I can tell the balance is very natural."
Squaring her shoulders, she looks around. "Where next?"
With a doubtful look, she holds out her hands to the magus for the second halberd. "My claws are of no use against a thing of metal like the one in the entryway. Even if I'm not trained with it, I'll be of more use with this."
N'Kai hands Larissa the halberd with relief. "Seems like a nice enough weapon. Maybe the Count intended these weapons to be of use if the golems got out of control. Which seems a likely scenario now..."
Squaring her shoulders, she looks around. "Where next?"
"Maybe that secret door over there??"
"Obviously." Edwin says with his nose just a little too high.
"What better place to seek than behind a door they obviously didn't want you to find?" He asks with a straight face.
He clears his throat, then givers the door a cursory inspection for unpleasant surprises.