Sihdrin takes a mouthful of the water and then passes the skin around to the others.
"Let us check this door," he says, walking over to the door.
Sihdrin takes a mouthful of the water and then passes the skin around to the others.
"Let us check this door," he says, walking over to the door.
His stomach growling, Nik'o will approach Mani: "May I?"
Mani takes another nibble and then hands over the cheese. "Too bad we didn't have anything to cut this with, but I should be safe." Mani then takes a drink out of the proffered waterskin. "Thanks."
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.
Sihdrin snorts a bitter laugh. "Funny analogy... perhaps we are just rats in a maze."
He walks over to the satchel and examines the contents carefully.
"How could anyone live in this place? There are no windows to view the open sky," he laments.
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."
Klick takes time searching the desk for anything useful.
(Take 20 for a total of 24)
Within the satchel Sidhrin finds a matching set of silk pants and a shirt, as well as a set of smallclothes, all neatly folded with meticulous care, but aside from that the bag is empty.
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
Sihdrin shrugs, takes the clothes out and leaves them on the bed. He tosses the empty satchel over his shoulder.
"Anything in the notes?"
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.
Sihdrin shrugs, takes the clothes out and leaves them on the bed. He tosses the empty satchel over his shoulder.
"Anything in the notes?"
"Some lover letter from a Fredrick or something like that". "Let's try to find another way to go".
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.
"Eventually, we will find out."
Sihdrin continues towards the double doors.
"I don't know. Maybe I was just a little off balance from being stored in those...things that we fell out of?
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.
Klick's head swivels around at the crashing sound. "You should always let me check the doors first...", then he spots the monstrosity.
Imitative
Acrobatics.
Flanking Short Sword Attack
Flanking Damage
In a flash of inspiration, Sihdrin sees the tactic play out in his mind's eye. Calling out orders to his companions, he orchestrates their attack. Sihdrin moves to square off against the warforged, hopefully allowing Klick and Nik'o to flank the opponent in a pincer to his left and right.
Mani gasps as the doors crash open. Then smiles as Sihdrin starts barking orders. Then she stands with her arms folded as the boys move into combat.
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.
"Stop trying to talk to the tinman and kill it!" Sihdrin growls, moving in to strike with his mace.
Sihdrin will continue to attack, shifting to maximize flanking positions with Klick and Nik'o.
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.
Klick takes a moment, and stares at the sword in his hands in disbelief. "This sword must be enhanced somehow to destroy automations, and warforged". "That is useful information indeed".
He then searches the warforged for anything of interest before following the others into the room.
Perception
"This thing looks like it wasn't taken care of well. Yet the bodies are fresh. I wonder what is happening here." Mani states as she wanders past the warforged and looks around the next room.