Thanks, Siral! Let me see if I can pick up any other trails around the site.
Hack begins to circle the perimeter looking for trails other than those from whence they arrived.
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Survival:
Wesh will try to look for tracks as well.[survival]
Amidst the muted curses of the halfling within, trying to disable the chest's lock, Wesh notes numerous animal tracks to the south corridor and west corridor.
Still in the keep, "Skane? Perhaps you can help Krill coax the chest open?" And she mimics a few smashing motions to the Northerner, behind the struggling halfing's back."Loosen it maybe. But be careful, they might have hid their pie in there...I know I would."
Wesh says "Maybe we should investigate the west corridor the south one looks impassable but I see animal tracks Does anyone know how to identify them?"
Still sore from his wounds, Skane wearily nods at the BrambleKnight's suggestion;
"Ja"
Ushering the halfing out of the way, the Northman forces the pick end of his Battle Ax into the chest's lock and rips;
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"Nei..."
Skane's wounded condition renders his attempts impotent. With a sigh, Krill bends down and resumes fiddling with the locks.
After a short while of sniffing Siral and Ralyip concludes the south corridor bears the markings of a serpent like creature while the west reveals a mix of footsteps and 8 legged animal with a tail.
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With a hesitation in his voice Siral addresses the group, Does anyone know anything about an eight legged animal with a tail? I think there may be something of that nature to the west.
Then pointing toward the south, My guess is that they didn't want to deal with the serpent there so they blocked it up.
We can try to follow a trail if the group chooses one. We are decent at following trails. Aren't we Ralyip? Siral squats down and caresses Ralyip, smoothing his hair across his back and itching beneath his chin.
"That doesn't sound like anything we have come across, huh boy?", says Betony as she pats Thistledown's neck as he sniff's at the tracks.
Wesh says "8 legs sounds wierd unless it was a spider but why would it have a tail?"
Skane shrugs his burly shoulders;
"Nei... but perhaps a foe worthy of the Sagas eh Hack?"
The Northman smiles through his pain, and casts a baleful eye at his nemesis the chest...
Aye, Countless, I'm for gettin' after it.
Krill emerges from the room, throwing his arms up in the air.
Crummiest of days. I'd give it another go after I've distracted me mind of it for a while.
You note he's now packing the liberated dead halfling's crossbow slung over his back.
He looks on to the group, closely reading the tracks in the area.
When's you know where to go, I'll be ready.
Betony remounts Thistledown, readies her shield and lance. She will take up a position behind Skane and Hack.
Wesh takes a few steps towards the corridor to the west.
Skane looks up, feeling his battered bones creak;
"Ja. I still feel... verra fyrir slit... "worse for wear"..."
The wand revitalizes Skane and soon the aches and pains of the previous melee lessens.
The way West leads to a corridor. A flight of steps lead down to darkness. A few doors head off from the corridor with a set of double doors at the corridor's end.
Aye. Let's go west. Hunting bandits sounds better than hunting beasts. The west is doors and a way down. Would think humans would be living up top here before living down there. Is that correct? And here she looks to the others in the party. Although I bet it might be cozy down there, huh boy, she whispers into Thisledown's ear.
The big Northman nods at the little gnomeknight's wisdom and wearing a grim smile he readies his battered shield once more and moves Westward.
Skane steps up and leads the party into the corridor. The broken stone floor is layered in a fine field of dust. The tracks noticed before heads down the stairway.
Other small fine prints are noticed, crisscrossing the corridor ahead and general smells of mustiness come to your senses.
Skane peers down the stairs and looks over his shoulder, awaiting some form of agreement from his fellow party members.
Wesh will take a look down the stairs to see if he sees anything. perception.
All Wesh notes peering down the stairway is the the dim illumination of a torch burning down below.
Wesh whispers"I see a torch burning down there."
"Well that does look promising then. No beasty is lighting torches. Lead on Skane."
Skane leads the procession downwards to the underbelly of the seemingly abandoned keep. You find yourselves in a rather spacious room, dark save for the sputtering torch mounted on a sconce at the wall at the stair's base.
There are two doors to the West which is partially obstructed by mounds of broken furniture and rubble. The littered torn stacks and broken weapon racks seem to indicate the previous room's use as storage and armory.
You also note a door to the east, within the torch's shadowy light, set to the north.
The Northman tips his helmed head towards the West, then whispers to the others in accented Common;
"Núll comes that way without noise eh? I say Austur und the single dyr..."
Siral points to the door in the shadowy light of the sole light source of the dungeon. A general smell of mustiness and humidity permeates the abandoned armory.
Wesh will take out his shield and cast light on it. edit
Skane stalks forward; shield readied and axe raised as he reaches the door;
"Krill koma hér... Door needs checked..."