The door swings open as easily as the others, feeling as though the hinges were freshly greased.
The room is another small living space, a single bed in the far corner, this one with a large thick blanket covering it. Another desk sits in the corner with an inkwell and quill sitting on it and a stack of parchment.
Leaning against the frame of the desk is a satchel, its bag about as large as a large watermelon.
Mani walks straight to the bed in the corner and lies back on it. "No, we are in a very large transport of some sort." She wraps herself in the blanket and sits up. "And if everyone on it is as dead as these blokes, we may all be screwed. We need to find the control room or we might just crash and never know what really is happening."
Searching through the desk and its contents, Klick finds that most of the parchment is blank, with only the topmost having writing on it.
I'm afraid I must keep this short My Love, my work has left me little time to write, but the Sivis messenger arrives on the hour.
Soon to be with you, and always yours...
Frederick
Mani's eyes light up, literally, as she sees Sihdrin toss the silk clothes on the bed. "Don't mind if I do." She says as she slips out of her own clothes and ambles over to the bed. Anyone hoping to catch a peek is disappointed as she let's her womanly features androgynate until she slips into the silk. Once on, her breasts and rear-end plump out and fill in the clothes pleasantly.
The clothes that Mani slips into are loose fitting and baggy, especially around the shoulders and legs, she realizes they were most like tailored for a man, or possibly an extremely athletic woman.
Mani frowns, then knots the silk shirt up front so it hugs her torso more tightly, and rolls the top of the pants down and knots it as well, baring her midriff. Then she smiles and puts her boots and coat back on and follows Sihdrin down the stairs.
The stairs at the end of the hall lead down to large set of ornate double doors carved from redwood. After making sure they're safe to open (they are) and unlocked (They in fact are not... but Klick makes short work of the lock) the doors swing open.
On the other side is a mammoth Dinning hall that is easily over fifty feet long, the doorway through which you enter being on the left side at the head of the room. At the head of the hall is a raised dias, a long table with chair set on one side to overlook the room.
Four more tables run the length of the room, a number of ornately carved and plush chairs line both sides of the four tables. Huge iron wrought chandiliers hang from the center of the ceiling and on either side drape long white banners that fall from ceiling to floor, each emblazoned with the sword, gear and shield emblem.
The only other door to the room is another set of double doors at the far end of the room.
Sihdrin approaches the double doors at the end of the hall, his hand slowly resting against the intricately carved wood. Suddenly he hears a loud crash, feels the doors shake and Sihdrin springs back, just in time!
The doors swing open with a thunderous crash! Standing in the doorway is what looks to be a Warforged, Broad shouldered, bulky legs and standing at well over six feet, this is a Waforged that was built for battle. But even though it's eyes still shine a bright green it has obviously seen better days. Large chunks of its steel body has been corroded with rust and decay, to the point that even pieces of its armor have fallen right off, exposing the vinelike piping underneath. In its hands, the construct holds a well crafted, double blade sword, each blade curving wickedly to a side.
The Warforged lurches forward, brandishing the longbladed sword and swings clumsily at Klick as the man rolls under the attack. "Unidentifieds... access is not allowed.."
Niko's homemade club slams into the Warforged's side, breaking off a piece of rusted armor and the thing turns and screams at him in a sound that's close to twisting metal.
Mani feels her magic flow from her, but it unable to break the Warforged's mental defenses. Beside her Sihdrin begins to assess the situation and shout commands.
Nik'o, as he takes notice of the cavalier's advice, takes another shot at the warforged: "Hey! Put down your weapon and we'll stop beating you up!" He swings right after Klick.
His aim is completely wide as he misreads the warforged's intention. He sidesteps out, leaving a spot for the cavalier: "By all means, my club is about to die on me!"
The Warforged swings wide at Sihdrin, who dodges the attack with ease as his own strike slams into the rusted side of the construct's head, breaking off another piece of the creature, as he does Nik'o's swing slams into the table beside him with enough force to shatter his makeshift club.
As the Warforged turns back towards Nik'o, seeing an opportunity to strike... Klick takes an opportunity of his own, leaping towards the Warforged from behind, he grabs it by the chin and lifts up, dragging his blade across the Warforged's neck, sending a spray of dark blue liquid spraying out as the thing falls to the ground, dead.
Sihdrin grunts, kicking the warforged corpsed with his toe to check if its still a threat. He wears a slight smile on his face, and the quick battle put a gleam in his eyes. He looks upon his new companions with a bit more respect.
On guard, he will cautiously check what lay behind the door and the warforged.