"We might as well finish up here, and then head back down" says Damiel and he moves along the northern parapet to the door entrance to the NE room. There he listens at the door, checks for traps, and if needed disables. Once all that is done, he moves aside to let Godwyn or Flavius open the door and enter first, after saying "it is safe now."
Gundar follows around hoping that they do not come across anymore headless bodies.
So, we have evidence that lizard men have attacked this camp and tried to frame the local halfling tribe. Perhaps this is enough and we should risk no more. We have a duty to report this discovery.
"I think we need to finish investigating the whole place first. "
and then we move on to the NE corner.
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The parapets, wooden walkways, raised fifteen feet above the ground, connects two towers of the fort. Thick logs form a makeshift barrier against the outside world, rising up two feet from the edge of the walkway. The North East tower is the tallest of the fort.
Flavius opens the safe door, and peeks into the room. Six wide arrow slits look out over the surrounding marshland. Straw is piled up in the corner of this chamber, opposite a single ladder that descends to a lower level. A lockbox rests beside the straw, with a pillow propped against it. Two doors exit to the west and south.
But his attention is fixed in the frog-like small creature pointing an arrow at him.
"Go away!" - it says with a clear voice somewhat feminine, in Polyglot - "This is my house now!"
Without drawing a weapon Ojore responds. This cannot be your house. It was build by men and men will come back to take it and make it strong again. Best if you find another place.
Ye got a lot of dead bodies in yer house. We could leave and when those that did the killin' come back ye will still be here - but alone!
"Now now, we're all friends here. My name is Godwyn, and my companions and I have been sent to find out what happened here. We are here to help. Would you please come out so that we could talk like civilized men?"
Flavius will just try to figure out what the frog thing actually is.
"Now look here, this is not your property. We've been sent by the appropriate authorities to investigate the fort. If you can help us with what happened, we might allow you to stay, but if you don't cooperate, we are prepared to remove you. "
Do you wish so badly to fight us? We will not leave. Its our job to explore this place. Now stand down, or clearly attack us. Its your choice, but we've no wish to hurt you.
Seeing that the Grippli was preparing to attack, Godwyn raised his axe and moved to block the southern door, so that the creature couldn't escape through that way. Then, using the axe's reach he swung..
...to no avail. The small creature was in cover, and his axe merely glanced off of it.
Godwyn, upon being hit, unleashed a roar of anger. He surged forward and used his oversized axe to swing at the ceiling, aiming directly at the murderous grippli.
Ojore throws his spear.
Flavius will step forward and try to disarm the critter with his whip.
nevermind
Knowing that he has no place on the front lines, Damiel begins spouting poetry in order to lift the spirits of his fellow companions.
An acid dart launches from Gundar's hand.
Take that, Froggy!
"Well that went well. That will teach the little bugger to attack first and not negotiate" Damiel quips, and stops his poetry recitation.
"I doubt that will be the last we see of him. I expect persistence. "
"Keep an eye on that window. I bet he'll come back. " and he will go examine the lockbox.
but the straw seems more interesting.
I wonder how long he was here and if he was the garrison's mascot? Gundar says as he looks down the stairs.
Noticing that Flavius has picked up a lockbox, Damiel waits till he finishes inspecting it, then holds out his hand, "may I look?" He then inspects the box for traps, and if needed disables them. He then opens the box.
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Ojore watches the window, as the others move around. He does not peeks out.
Gundar peeks down.
The odor of spoiled meat wafts out from the stair. Three beds lie along most of the northern wall of this wooden chamber. A large wooden trunk along the eastern wall is opened, exposing haphazardly tossed clothing. A cabinet runs across the southeastern walls. No source of the smell can be seen from here.
Flavius and Damiel check the chest. Is not trapped, but it is locked. The lock is of extremely good quality, as even Damiel's best efforts fail to force the lock.
You will have to smash it open, or find the key.
Ojore retrieves his spear as he watches. Bring the box. he says. The key might turn up.
He will kick through the straw and search the pillow before casting Detect Magic and scan around.
As the Grippli flees, Godwyn takes one last swipe at it. However, it nimbly avoids the blow and scurries off. With a grimace Godwyn watches it go, before looking down at the arrow in his side.
"Damn...losing blood here. Anyone...know how to fix this?"
Gundar wrinkles his nose out the smell down the ladder until he notices Godwyn fidgeting with the arrow in his side.
Here! Let me see! He grips the arrow with one hand. This is going to hurt! he says as with the one hand he tugs the arrow out and with his other hand quickly covering the wound. He mutters a short prayer to Torag.
There! All better!
How heavy is the box?
Looking in shock at the healed wound, Godwyn exclaimed "Miraculous! You have my thanks."
Oh! I's not me. It all comes from Torag! Gundar says with a grin.
Now that Godwyn is healed back up, Damiel moves to the southern door of the room, and listens at the door and checks it for traps. If needed he disables the trap and then stands aside and has Flavius or Godwyn open and go first. "There you go. Ready for you do head south."
"Let's just leave the box here. It's so damned heavy, it's not going anywhere. "