"To exchange rooms, the fee will vary. It requires knowing the weight of the total items in your vault as well as the personal possessions lying in your room." Vezan taps a finger on his lower lip. "It should be something like 100gp plus 1gp per pound in your vault plus 10gp per additional item in your room." Vezan straightens himself out. "The vaults are easily transferable by their own magical nature but any items or objects outside of that must be transferred separately."
"Oh, there is no rush. As was said before, the challenges are completely optional and in that function they do not have time limits between each, nor the first. So, when your ready to begin your first challenge, just gather your group and prepare yourselves mentally for what could lie ahead."
Anna slightly squints at the dwarf. "No one asked about the accident and so there was no reason to go into depth about it. If you'd like to hear about it, we can only give you the gist of what happened. Hannah was there when the brunt of it happened and she is outside tending the garden."
"Oops, almost forgot", Vezan says. "In order to claim a room, you must insert your greypiece into the vault in the room. Come find me when your ready to undertake a challenge. Otherwise, talk to some of the caretakers here or try to explore. It is new to all of you."
All the Guest Rooms have a few sconces on the walls, a side room containing a single bed, and a metallic-steel door with a strange metamorphosing indentation on its center.
The only differences being these:
When going to admire your heat providing pipe, a feel lump protrude into the sole of your foot; The damned stone is back. However, you feel it give a tiny amount of pull towards the steel door, as if drawn towards it...
Seeing that his suggestion of having the entire group choose rooms from area A has been approved, excluding the fetchling and the half-orc, Ezequiel contently walks with the others to area A to select his room. If those two don't want company then that's their problem. Frankly, I think this is for the best.
He opens the doors one at a time. I should probably get a room that is clean and tidy. That might be too much asked, seeing that this tower has suffered some damage. Hm, I might also need some tables.
Argus shrugs as he scratches at one of the stones making up the floor before giving a grunt. "Good enough." the dwarf glancing down at his foot in annoyance as he picks the stone from his sole. The short bearded dwarf frowning at the eerily familiar rock "Looks jus' like tha' one from before. Mah. Whatever, stupid rock." The short humanoid tossing the rock above and behind him only for it to wobble in air behind his head and fall back toward him as he looks at the metal door in the back of the room. The meaty sound of stone meeting blockhead resounds in the small room as Argus glances around while rubbing the back of his head.
"@#$#in' rock" The dwarf mutters again as he looks out the still open front door of his room, which he then closes looking slightly sheepish. good no one saw that.*1*
With that Argus looks again at the tenacious rock and notes the rocks small pull to the door.
"So you wanna go that way then? Fine." The dwarf then chucking the stone at the strangely warping steel door.
*1* This can either be true or false as is determined more amusing by those in the group.
Dench walks back out of the room, then back in again. When the sconces relight, Dench watches the walls around the sconces. If the same thing happens, Dench will write "HELLO" in the dust on the walls.
If there is a spirit in here out would be good to make friends. It probably knows as much or maybe more than the caretakers do about this place.
How curious...
Shellin will pick up the book and examine it
As he touched the vault the pain in his chest resonated with it. Part of him was glad he wouldn't have to go through the awkward motion of putting his chest to it the doors or worse, having to rip it out of is flesh.
Satisfied things were in order he took the time to sumarilly executed the other light sources in the room effectively plunging it into pitch blackness.
This done, he inspects the damaged wall seeing where, if anywhere it goes.
Hmmmm, Gordon thinks to himself. This metal door appears to be the vault? Hmmm? He moves toward it, and opens the door. Then inserts his disk in the vault to see what happens.
Dwight inspects the door more thoroughly and then starts to search the room for a key.
If casually searching the room doesn't get results, then he will ask about it later. If it does, he immediately (and carefully) tries the key on the lock.
"Comfy. This will do nicely," Ezequiel muttered to himself. He closed the door behind him, taking note of the number of the room, and began searching his pockets. That Vezan fellow said to claim the room I need insert my greypiece into the vault.
He takes out the grey cube with the word "Koon" engraved on it. The small cube begins levitating around Ezequiel's left arm. I suppose the Light Bearer is my greypiece. It's not exactly grey though, more like silvery-blue. Ah, who cares?
He inserts the cube into the room's vault, thus claiming room A8.
Next, I should make some friends here. I heard that there was someone in the garden, Honey or something.
After retrieving his meager possessions, Gordon head out to the hall to lounge about waiting for the next part to reveal itself.
Out loud, Dench will respond, "My name is Dench. What's your name?"
Dench will wait for a response. If the spirit responds, Dench will continue to speak to it out loud. If no respond is given, he'll write on the wall.
1. "What are you? How did you come to be here?"
2. "Are you stuck in this room or do you move around throughout this place?"
At some point mid-conversation, Dench will go to the vault and place his hand to the door. He'll gather his things, take a drink from his cask, and start donning his armor. He'll also fill his waterskin with ale. He'll leave the rest of the cask of ale, and his coin pouch in the vault.
3. "Do you not like the light? It's ok, I don't mind the dark.
4. "Is there something keeping you bound to this place?"
5. "Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?"
6. "What do you know of these challenges I'm supposed to face?"
7. "Do you know who's running this show?"
8. "It's nice to meet you. As it seems I'm stuck here too, I'm glad I have someone normal to talk to. The others seem out to get me. I don't think I belong here, and they seem to know it."
After the conversation, Dench will bid his friend a fairwell and walk out to the common room.
Dench walks into the common room wearing his scale mail with his falchion in one hand with the blade sitting on his shoulder. A holy symbol hangs around his neck. A dagger and a waterskin on his belt and a quiver of javelins on his back.
To whomever is in the room: "I'm ready, let's get to our first challenge."
"How delightfully ironic..."
Shellin shakes his head at the little novel. He sets the book on his bed and inserts his grey piece into the vault, retrieved his spell book and other equipment. He carefully packs his equipment in his old backpack, and then sits on the floor and performs the oh so familiar routine of preparing spells
Gurthock takes his time meticulously ordering everything in the room and taking care that his possessions were in order. gripping the axe he wondered for a moment if the weapons and armor he held were counterfeits.
Perhaps. The worn smooth handle of the axe felt familiar, as did the heft of the shield. Some painful work with a knife and some padding made the armor bearable to wear but the constant rubbing against the deep wound did not improve his attitude much.
As he left the room he lingered under the pipes for a moment fighting a gnawing curiosity. He decided he would wait.
Once out of the room he waited by the first portal to the first of these so-called challenegs. As he waited he focused his mind and body to the task at hand and pondered the tools at his disposal.
Hmm... Maybe I shouldn't open it...
Argus picks up his rock and looks at the now obviously strange item. "Tha'hell did this thing come from?" A gradual darkening of the shadows around the dwarf gives him the clue of such being true.
The dwarf then shrugs reaching into the vault and retrieving his gear.
I'll leave asking questions with no answer for those with the time for it.
The Dwarf reaches into the vault and assesses the contents "Huh. coulda sworn there was more than this..." Argus trails off as he stows his weapons and checking their sharpness.
"Now where tha heck is a garden in this place?"
The Garden itself is divine and well kept. Flowers of many colors and exoticism make there stay here, slowly drifting back and forth as if there was wind. Tending to the flowers nearby there are 2 figures; a man who stands up to your approach, holding out his hand to stop you, and a women kneeling down tending to the flowers. The man has Red crimson hair, spikey and tall, with just as red pupils. All he wears is a waist-sash and pants revealing his scarred chest and throat. The women is turned away from you wearing a white dress and black apron, with coal toned skin and silver hair. She doesn't appear to notice you yet or at least grace you with your acknowledgment. She is tending to a wilted flower...
Argus has just entered behind you.
0) "I don't know my name. But you may call me Wendy... It feels sorta right." It seems talking aloud works just as well as writing.
1) "I don't know what I am but I feel I am not the same as what I was before this"
2) "I try to move around this place but sometimes it feels like I'm being watched and I don't like that. I try to stay here... but it does get lonely. If I stay away too long I get dizzy though and I don't like that either."
The vault's metamorphosing indent reaches around your hand and solidifies, making a sort of hand socket that you may insert and draw your hand from. It ripples with violet energies before simmering and falling ajar, allowing you to retrieve your stuff. She continues answering...
3) "No, no. The light is fine, though when its on I must hide or I get hurt. I was also checking to see if you were easily scarred. I guess not..."
4) "I haven't come and gone like the others that have been here so perhaps... I haven't thought about it all too much."
5) "I can't think of anything... I'm quite forgetful. But if there is, I will tell you. Thank you."
6) "That's a pretty broad question. There is so many things about them and I do forget most of them... Oh, there is a secret in each of them. Some are easily spotted while others are kept away. They're usually the confusing sorts of secrets that seem to be just scraps of what was left. But they are fun to view."
7) "The master, who else?... I did know his name once... Its just slipping away from me right now."
8) "Hmh, your kinda funny Dench. I think we can get along."
9) "Well ok, but... come back soon... its quite lonely here..."
Anna is there to hear you. "My my", she says. "Someone is looking fit for a challenge. Go wait in the lounge for the others. It can be quite bothersome waiting for everyone else but they will be helping you."
Believing the gardens are on the first floor, you make your way down the steps. Walking your way down, you exit through the front doors. Looking left to right you don't really see anything but rubble filled false-skies and the far edge of the rock your atop. Not seeing the garden, you think to yourself that perhaps its on the terrace and the garden is actually an upper floor hobby rather than a first floor hobby. Up the stairs you go again circling around the terrace, looking out for pots or flowers or something, when you see that the garden is actually down stairs past the creepy rune outside. Going down into the first floor chamber again, you just see Koon slipping through the double doors toward the back. Following him, you come across the garden.
The Garden itself is divine and well kept. Flowers of many colors and exoticism make there stay here, slowly drifting back and forth as if there was wind. Tending to the flowers nearby there are 2 figures; a man who is standing up, holding out his hand to stop both Koon and now you, and a women kneeling down tending to the flowers. The man has Red crimson hair, spikey and tall, with just as red pupils. All he wears is a waist-sash and pants revealing his scarred chest and throat. The women is turned away from you wearing a white dress and black apron, with coal toned skin and silver hair. She doesn't appear to notice you yet or at least grace you with your acknowledgment. She is tending to a wilted flower...
"So I take you can't speak then." The dwarf asks the red man.
"Don't suppose your name is 'Hannah' eh big red? Feh. Would be irony that the only person who saw what it took to bring a rock big enough to crush that stairwell was mute." The dwarf rambles as he looks at the room.
"Damn no sense wizards. Who builds a flower garden underground anyway?"
"Hello. My name is Ezequiel from family Koon," Ezequiel says as he gives a friendly wave and smile to the tall man. "I'm a newly-arrived resident here, staying in room A8. I was wondering if I could speak with her." He nods in the direction of the woman tending the flowers. Talk about a redhead.
After preparing his spells, Shellin will once again pick up the black book. Muttering a few phrases sets his eyes with a bright, pale blue light as he examines the books.
At Ezequiel's suggestion that he be allowed to talk to the girl, the man simply shakes his head still holding his hand aloft. He was just about to point you back towards the tower when the woman speaks up.
"Oh, let them come speak to me Daridain. You mustn't be so protective", the woman says, still caring for and improving the wilted plant. The man, Daridain, looks at the woman kneeling down and then back towards the both of you. He glances back at the floor, sighing, drops his arm and loosens his stature & pose, then he waves his arm in her direction, letting you pass.
In approaching her, she stands and turns to face you 2, showing that the most surprising thing about her isn't her coal skin nor silvery hair, but that her eyes are covered with a an old-bloody fold. "My name is Hannathayialunturnumexias . But many here call me Hannah, by quite obvious means. What do you need of me?"
2nd) A dim lingering aura persists on the book.
3rd) You you cannot ascertain what spell was casted on the book but you do learn that it is not a magic item.
The cover nor the back show the aura but every single page does.
The blue light fades from Shellin's eyes as he clicks his tongue in exasperation and tosses the book onto the his bed.
Damn, I've wasted enough time already.
Shellin takes a moment to collect his gear, packing each item meticulously and by order of likely use, and straps his javelins to the outside of his pack.
With a forlorn glance at the odd book and a muttered "...Later," Shellin leaves his room to join the other prepared companions in the common room
"You are graced with a charming name," Ezequiel laughs gleefully, "but I'm afraid I'll join the many and call you Hannah. I am Ezequiel, but my friends call me Ez and so can you. Ms Anna told us you witnessed the 'accident' that shook the place there. I was wondering if you could tell us more about that event."
Ezequiel pauses. "Actually, Ms Hannah, I would also be grateful if you could tell us a bit more about this place, its master and challenges."
Dwight will ponder what he found and go sit near the fireplace in the center of the manse after he gets all of his stuff situated.
Maybe I should ask about that forge after our first... test. Though, what is that trap door in my room. Should I ask about it? Could be useful if I found the key, but that murmuring whisper...
Dwight will either wait for the others to come over to talk to him (if they want to of course) or if he sees someone from the manse that doesn't seem too busy (preferably one they haven't met yet... though any will do), he'll get up and go talk with them about his accommodations and the trap door.
I was on the fourth floor chatting with a 'player' named Tiel. She is a good spirit and I found her a friend amongst the few that are here. She was left here, as I fear, a precaution in case her friends didn't make it past their last 'challenge'. They said they'd return to take her with them if they succeeded and if they would fail, then she was to revive them. Either way, she was afraid that they wouldn't return. As you see, all who have completed their last 'challenge' do not come back here to the tower. Many of the caretakers think that nothing here would make them want to come back; that on succession they simply departed, not wanting to spend another moment on the brink of death. I think otherwise." Hannah gently and hesitantly touches her fold and at once winces with pain. Daridain looks concerned for a moment but his face shifts to that of a much happier one. "Usually I can't feel anything at all near my eyes. Some feeling, even pain, means they are coming back. I ask that all of you come visit me sometime again for I would love to look upon you all with my own eyes than just have someone describe you to me." Hannah's smile widens but is shoved away as she coughs into her hand. "Hmh, mh. Excuse me, please. Let me get back to what happened.
I was talking to Tiel up on the fourth floor, when suddenly her other group members came running down from the staircase above. We were both in shock as for one, we just saw them off on their final challenge, and for two the fifth floor door has always remained locked and no one has ever opened it, even us caretakers. They ran down, screaming out Tiel's name when the tower walls just seemed to wrench themselves apart. Parts of the walls came to life and started trying to smash the players. And statues, the likes and craftsmanship that I dare say no one has seen, sprung from the floor and dropped from the ceiling." Hannah's voice becomes a bit more rapid and panicked now.
"Then the entire floor itself was ripped and held aloft, floating in mid air! Only steel copper pipes held the floors partly together! Tiel protected me from the many attackers but as she saw her group become overpowered she threw me backwards onto a nearby floating piece of the tower, yelling at me to run and live!" Daridain walks over and places a hand over her own and his other onto her shoulder. Hannah begins to calm down, looking to be much less terrified and begins to catch her breath. "The piece I was thrown to began to lower and soon I found myself down here on solid footing once again. It was just in time to see the third and fifth floor collide into the fourth, tearing and grinding it in twain. I still remember the screams..." A few tears break free from her blind-fold and travel down her face, one of them scarlet red. Thrusting her hand up at the tower, she says, "The tower isn't as bad as it was that night. It has slowly been reconstructing the large things, like the walls and floors. Sometimes I see a blood-soaked lump of stone make its way by only to never be seen again -- Bloody atleast."
Hannah appears to just be about to say more, but stops herself reluctantly. Backing away slightly and pulling her arms in around herself. "I do not wish to speak more. Please don't make me. If you must, make your last question but be quick about it. I'm not feeling too well."
As for a caretaker you've seen, haven't yet met, or know the name of, the older man is still kneeling down by the rubble in the room, sorting out wood and broken glass. Just now, Anna has joined his endeavor to clean the mess. If talking to them would take your whimsy, then say so or otherwise.
Ezequiel listens intently but grows increasingly tired as her story goes on and on. So the gist of it is that some people screwed up and some statues came to life and wrecked havoc. What a dull story. Although this tells me that there must be some magicks of higher order in this place, I don't know how else statues could do that much damage.
When Hannah shows signs of disinterest in continuing further, Ezequiel smiles wearily. "I'm sorry for your loss. I'll leave you alone in a moment. But if you could, could you tell me something-" he pauses, remembers the dwarf next to him and continues "-tell us something of the master of this place. Ms Anna and Mr. Vezan were not generous on their description of him."
As the woman prattles on the dwarf seems to lose interest. Looking toward the garden and the variety of strange and exotic plants in the collection. Wonder if they have a gem flower cactus down here. Wait we are still floating. Up here? but we are under the ground.
"Stupid wizards and their nonsense places." the dwarf mutters coinciding with the woman stopping her speech.
"Pretty sure the lady said she won't talk to us about the master of this place. These folks are here to give us twisty words and fix the building when we get pulped by something apparently. Also, really what the hell is up with the spider? Is no one else noticing that or is it just me, because I feel like it is looking at me. And I ain't dinner for any giant bug."
Finding himself surrounded by strangers and silence, and finding the two together an odd thing, Shellin greats his new comrades warmly
To Dench, he says
In Common, he continues "I don't believe we have had an introduction." He extends his hand to you. "I am Shellin Threllson, Mage by schooling, Librarian by trade."
To Dwight he gives the same warm greeting, adding with a smile, "I am happy to have a man of your skill along with us, Mr. Dwight, though I hope you will forgive me for saying I hope we won't need them! I would rather not have to replace what weaponry I have."
Dench looks the inquisitive magic user up and down. This one asks a lot of questions. Seems to be sticking his nose where it don't belong.
He reluctantly shakes Shellin's hand. "Name's Dench. Cleric of Cayden Cailean."
Where are the others. It seems the quicker we get through these challenges, the quicker we leave this place of holding.
Shellin eyes light up and you feel a great deal of weight behind his stare.
"How interesting! I've never met someone who uses divine magic before! Or perhaps I am assuming? Do you channel the power of your deity?"
His questions poar out like a roaring stream.
Daridain looks sorrowful and a little shocked at Hannah. He throws his gaze back at both of you and swishes with his hands towards the door you entered from, gesturing for you to leave.
As Shellin leans in with intetest and asks his question, Dench tenses up, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
The nosey one is starting to question me. OK, you have to answer him, but don't give any information he can use against you.
"Yes."
Dench grabs his waterskin and takes a drink.
"Pardon the intrusion, but could you show me? I would love to observe the phenomena!"
Shellin leans forward in his chair, elbows to knees, hands clasped lightly in his lap, giving you his full and expectant attention
At the continued questioning of the nosy man, Dench feels his anger starting to build up a little. He slowly grasps his holy symbol and closes his eyes.
I sense his presence in this place, but have yet to test it. The last thing I want to do is expect his presence and be unable to channel his energy when in need. Now should be as good a time as any, and it might appease him enough to stop the questioning.
A few seconds later he feels a bit more calm and, still grasping his holy symbol, casts Resistance on himself.
"OK? Are you satisfied?
As you cast your spell, Shellin falls silent with his head cocked to the side, a smile on his face, and a strange light to his eyes. He mutters "Fascinating..."
He waves his fingers and mutters a few scarcely heard flowing words and his eyes begin to glow a bright, pale blue. He turns to you with a new scrutiny.
Shellin takes a moment to observe the spells aura, his face hard focused, and says, "I have honestly no idea what that did!" This he says with a disproportionate amount of enthusiasm, as his face breaks into a smile
Ezequiel nods respectfully for Hannah and turns back towards the tower's doors. He whispers for Argus: "Seems like you were right, Mr. Argus: they are here to give us twisty words and little else. She could have just said 'I don't know' and we would have learned just as much, right?"
"My extraplanar companion and I are going to head back and see what others are up to, would you like to come along?"
the dwarfs eyes narrow slightly as he seems to catch something of importance in the room before leaving.
"Meh. Not like I was expectin' much, dunno why people are fool enough to wait on my ass. They want me to hold their hand or somethin?"
With that the dwarf looks up at the tower as they exit the garden.
"Figured like always tha' only opinion that matters is meh own. Shoulda just just climbed up there and taken a look myself."
With the the dwarf shrugs
"You know anything about ghosts? Hrmm, that pile of books with legs that was chattering at me earlier might know as well. Bah, whatever lets go join the happy friendship pile but keep yer giant insect away from me with its unblinkin' eyes."
The dwarf then walks in the direction of the towers main room and settles himself on a comfortable piece of wall.
"So this the door we are supposed to be goin' into then?"
"Yes." The fiend says as he rises up from his sitting position and stretching to his full height and pulling the shield off his back to fit it to his hand.
"Make whatever preparations you must now. Then I will be the first to enter."
As he draws his axe giving the edge an inspecting glance he adds. "Before we begin know that I am Gurthock The Fleshmincer. Knight of the Black Thorn , soldier of Hell against the all consuming hordes of the Abyss. I do not ask your service nor your particular loyalties. My one and only goal at this juncture is to remove myself from this demiplane and return to my duties. Prove useful in this campaign and you will not find a more stalwart an ally. Fail in this through treachery or incompetence and." Gurthock smiles broadly as he pauses the effect of his rows of sharp teeth reminding your subconscious of shark attacks and baying hyenas. "I will make you useful."
w/ respects to the two new late arivals:
"Greetings, Mr. Koon and Mr. Arg-" He stops, noticing the glowing spider creature following behind Koon. He stares at it, muttering an incantation that sets his eyes aglow, and asks, "What is that?" There is no fear in his voice, but an incredible amount of earnest curiosity.
w/ respects to Gurthock:
Oh he is terrifying. In case we come into any terrible situations, he makes me glad I thought to prepare that growth enchantment. And a soldier of hell to boot, how novel!
"Wonderful to make your acquaintance!" Shellin once again extends his hand to Gurthock.
Walking downstairs to the portal room, Dench grips his falchion in anticipation for the challenge to come.
Dench listens to Gurthock's introduction and nods.
Finally, someone I can understand. And it looks like the nosey man has found someone else to bother.
Dench takes a sip from his waterskin then regrips his falchion. Nodding at Gurthok, "Go when you are ready. I'll follow you through."
Dwight will see the others going down to the room with portals and follow.
After Gurthock makes his speech, Dwight looks at the Fleshmincer and says, "Loyalty is earned, just like any commodity. Loyalty to the customer, making what he wants and making it right, and loyalty in return to the shop keep, coming back after being satisfied with the product. I might be useful in battle, but I will try to be more useful as a smith once I figure out a forge. I will try to not disappoint..." pausing, he looks around at the gathering, "I will not disappoint any of you and will try to help you in anyway I can so that we can get back to the relative places we once were."
Vezan bursts into the lounge from one of the side common room hallways. He walks into the sound proof resting area that most of everyone is. "Okay", he says. "Some of the group has made their way downstairs already and are itching to get to it, so thought I would get everyone downstairs." Vezan leads you all to the top of the downstairs and looks to his left over at Anna and the older man. "Hey, Old Man Zeary. We need your assistance." The older man gets up from cleaning and sorting the rubble, using his knees as supports for him to stand. He gives out a gruff "Hrumf" as he stands. Old man Zeary is wrinkled in the face and hands, has tanner skin than most, shaved head, and cobalt blue eyes that make him look slightly younger than what he is. Zeary comes over slowly.
Vezan takes you all down the stairs by the rune to join those that are waiting. "Zeary here is our portal guy. He takes the portals out of their locked states and allows players to enter them. I mean yes, if you learned how to open them, you could do what he does, but he is the only one with the expertise to do it perfectly every time, so I'd be nice to him." Zeary hobbles over to the center of the rune and stands on the glass hemisphere. He starts humming loudly as red electricity begins arcing from his skin down to the glass where a red orb of light begins forming within. A brighter light runs down one of the rune's crevices towards a portal. The 1st of 20 portals begins to release its restraints and peal open. Vezan gathers everyone before they enter.
"Before everyone sets off on the first challenge, I need to tell you how to complete it. At its end, whether it has a guardian lurking over it or not, there is an item that gives off the same hue as the rune here. They only ever get about yea big-" Vezan makes a gesture that something is around his hand that is within something like a foot diameter. "-They never get bigger than this. Once you find the object, simply grasp it and you'll be sent back here, completing the 'challenge'. Sometimes there may be another task you must undertake but normally attaining the object it enough. Besides specifics I wouldn't know about, like 'What will we face?' and 'Why are we getting these objects?', would you like to know anything before undertaking your first 'challenge'?"
The Dwarf looks up at the grey skinned man and shrugs. "You can measure your big floppy devil dick with everyone else interested later. Soldier of hell or dead guy with dreams it doesn't matter. This damn twistly place and its floating rocks is where we all get to live now. I do agree that leaving would be nice, this place makes my brain hurt. seriously why flowers underground?" the dwarf responds muttering the last part mostly to himself. The dwarf flippantly gestures to the group before speaking again.
"Argus, I'm decent at punching things... I guess." The humanoid delivers as he scratches the back of his head to get at an itch.
"Dunno anything about forges but I'll likely be fine regardless of your weapons being piles of scrap or not Human."
With that the dwarf looks over at the yammering human Vevnan? yeah. thats it. Wait why do I care? "Do we get to keep what we find in there?"
"Well, finally!" Gordon gets up and follows the others to the portal.
Shellin spends the entire process watching the time like a hawk. Upon hearing Old Man's call questions, he replies, half to himself, "...about 73, but most can be answered by going through the portal..."
"If one person touches the object do we all get sent back here or do we each need to touch it?"