Looking at Gurthock, Shellin, and Argus, "I'm equipped well enough for now, but there's always room for improvement. I say we take a look at the buildings to the south, and work our way north. Whatever we don't need, me might be able to trade."
Dwight looks to Koon, "Sure. I'll take a wack at it," he then cautiously walks into the church and tries to yank open the door that Koon's eidolon was yanking on.
Master no! I can do it! the eidolon proclaims with determination. It then rams its head against the door, and again, and again. Almost! Almost! Almost!
Grumbling something about having the organizational skills of blind drunken cats Gurthock moves up the street between the two buildings the other 4 are raiding.
Dench follows 10' behind Gurthock.
Whilst talking with Gurthok, you try opening the locket. It seems to be kept closed by an un-describable force; you can't figure out why it won't open. Not giving or letting under pressure, You read the note. ~~"Find me my place."~~
"Err, Errm, hmm... Well... Month or two...? Maybe three." After leaving him, he says "I'll be here for a while longer... you know... until i entirely rot away." Shellin palms the longswords before Dench, Argus, and Gurthok, asking them if they need it . Using detect magic on the hammer, you see that it is magical in nature but you cannot determine what properties it holds.
Your picks slip as you try to unlock the door, making you start again. Your picks feel to be in the right spot but when you try to unlock the door, it is still not budging.
You swore you unlocked the door and when you try the handle again, the mechanism clinks into place, unlocking the door.
The door is still held onto by the vines and growth.
Dwight having failed, LightHouse starts ramming the door. LightHouse eventually bashes the door down.
" Find me my place? The hells that suppose to mean you mage tricked piece of hammered fools gold." the dwarf rants before flippantly dropping the amulet and its note to the snowy ground.
" I'm gonna go see this dead guy of yours and if the sneaky one has any skills at opening locks. If not I suppose I'll go help him with this big @#$#in' thing. Guess everyone else headed up the the church over there."
-Argus walks
Argus examines the dead man and the floating spectre " Well you got the @#$# kicked out of you. How're the worms treatin' ya?" the dwarf asks bluntly while scanning for the sneaky one.
" You see a guy, probly has a big @#$#in' burlap sack of loot and a curly mustache?"
Shellin pick up the dropped locket and examine it as well
As Gurthock and Dench walk off, Shellin will shrug and stow the swords, muttering "...needed money for scrolls anyway. I hope we can trade with these..."
Shellin will follow Argus to the storehouse. Seeing as the others are gone, he swaps to Dwarven:
When they return to the alley, Shellin will greet the ghost and Gordon. "Greetings again! Argus, this is the remnant of Fwarth Dentley, formerly of the Black Capital Guard." Turning to Gordon at the back door he continues with a smile, "If you need to know about the worms I'm sure Gordon could tell you, considering his earlier encounter! Any luck with the door there, Gordon?"
The spirit of Fwarth talks. "Thank you Shellin. I haven't been given an introduction for sometime; I'm grateful. So, Argus eh?" You introduce yourself through your questions... "Worms?..." Fwarth looks over at Gordan who is just finishing up with the door. The blue-ish head turns back to you seeming to be smiling. "Even better now. They died awhile ago but even now with people like your locksmith over there they still find a way to rile you up inside... However momentary... A man carrying a sack of loot you say. Like a burglar? thief maybe? I have not... Perhaps you could more specific as to why your asking... No rush though, I only have as long as you do..."
Detect Magic: The locket is giving off moderate auras of abjuration, divination and illusions; The abjurative force being keyed to the locket, and the divinative and illusive forces are as though they are trapped on the inside. What is going on the inside you almost have no clue, but you feel that the external abjurative force is there to keep the locket closed and has done so for some time.
As you ask Gordan about the door, the inner-lockings clink into place.
"Finally. Good work."
Ezequiel sends his eidolon through the door. "See anything interesting?"
""
Not waiting for the others, Gordon goes through the door, his rapier in his hand.
Argus waits for a moment to see if he hears any dangerous clicks or cries of pain before following after the human into the room itself.
giving the room a once over with his own senses.
Shellin will follow behind, head on a swivel and eyes aglow
LightHouse enters through the broken door. For a 30 seconds or so, he doesn't respond. You begin to feel worried but he pipes up. He describes the area as follows:
:: It seems like it used to be a garden or scenic resting area.
:: A few wooden benches used to lie back here. They are now too rotted for use and are but splinters on the ground.
:: The over-growth reaches up to the roof tops of the buildings surrounding this space. Vines, surprisingly, cling and hang on to the walls.
:: The most distinct feature here is an smooth, flat obsidian oval hanging above a obsidian square stone. A hilt is embedded upon its face and extending from it are purple jagged lines; giving it the impression that its shattered, however still flat.
:: Around the Obsidian square on the floor is a circle in which the stone is perfectly clean and absent of growth.
:: The air seems a bit charged here... It causes the tiny hairs on your neck to stand on end...
Inside the storage room, you see a couple racks of tools and equipment, 4 barrels, and a chest (partially open). The tools are mostly what you would see in construction or field work; hammers, hoes, pickaxes, rakes, and so on. The barrels are labeled by year and nothing else, dating back a good several hundred years (an average of 600-900). The chest, though partially open, doesn't yet reveal what is inside. Something is glinting from within...
Hearing nothing, you venture in.
You don't see any traps to speak of.
Nothing magical I'm afraid.
"Nothing magical, all clear." Shellin will walk over to the barrels, find the most recent year, and open that barrel to check its contents.
Out of boredom Gurthock moves to the end of the street staying close to the east most building and peeking around the corner.
Dench continues to stick with Gurthock, keeping an ear out for either group to run into trouble.
Argus shrugs as he looks at the human obviously having lost interest in the room. "Alright. tell me if you see anything actually useful. There other places ta look still." The Dwarf then steps back to the ghost.
"Seriously the #$@# did you direct us to a bunch of rusty rakes for? Bah whatever I'm gonna go check one of these houses."
Dwight looks to Koon, "Is it safe to move forward? Your spider found something interesting?"
No enemies! It's a garden! There is weird rock!
"Sounds like it's safe," Ezequiel answers Dwight and enters the garden. "What's this talk about... oh! That is weird indeed."
Ezequiel inspects the bizarre obsidian monument.
"Careful, don't touch it..."
The barrels are actually casks of Mead; at least the one in the front is. The side was popped and laid back over to give the look of a barrel, but no longer are they the barrels they seemed. The Mead inside is aged but looks unspoiled. The other three casks are untouched.
To the right at the end of the street is a collapsed building. Few large chunks remain and the terrain is especially hard to move in there. Otherwise, it has been reduced to a pile of rocks.
To the left, continuing along the road, is a large fountain atop a staircase and platform. Somewhere behind it, you swear something is moving.
The door opens easily. The inside of the rooms is sparse of substantial materials. Only small splinters and chips of wood litter the floor.
The room, sparse as it is, is clear of traps. However, something about the inside door seems off, as its inward bowing provokes your senses. There is the point of a pin sticking out of the doors center. You think whatever is wrong with the door will become clear upon opening it, however tripping the trigger as well.
It is magical, although you do not have the skill set to determine what school or what properties have it. As well, it does not pertain to any of your knowledge bases, your SURE of that. Its either something that doesn't relate or is something quite new and unheard of.
Argus considers the doorway, looking at the obvious trigger and back to his hammer. The wheels in the dwarfs head overtaxed as he considers the building.
"well f#++ that." the dwarf states to himself. He then hefts his new hammer and sets about making a brand new doorway out of the wall immediately to the left of the doorway.
Gordon will attempt to acquire the shiny object(s), on the assumption that shiny == saleable. Then, having acquired saleable objects will rejoin the others.
"This is... something beyond my studies." Ezequiel sighs. "What about you, erm... I'm sorry, it's just on the tip of my tongue... Dave? Anything you know about this monument?"
Maybe it's the item! What we are looking for! Lighthouse suggests.
"Doubt it, the man said it's reasonably sized... but give it a go. I am not touching weird objects like that."
Ezequiel and Lighthouse leave the church and greet Dench and Gurthok.
Shellin will check all the barrels to confirm they are all, in fact, mead. With this much mead, I'm sure even Uncle could drink himself sick of the stuff
He pauses for a moment at the thought, frowning, and then he smiles slightly. He takes his little silver serpent out of his pocket and dips the tiny statue into the dark brew. He watches as the serpent slowly, drunkenly winds itself into a knot, and, smiling at the bauble, returns it to his pocket and closes the barrel.There, you have had your taste, little devil.
Next, he will check the chests contents:
Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Shellin flings open the chest haphazardly.
After parsing out the details of the contents within the room with Gordon, Shellin will leave the storehouse, and stop a moment to say to Fwarth, in a very formal manner, "Thank you for your help Fwarth."
He shall then take his leave of the alley and, assuming he hears the hammering and cursing of a busy one man demolition crew, he will join Argus in the soon to be broken building.
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"Nope, but -highly suspicious doors- don't get the @#$#in' pleasure of being opened by me." the dwarf grunts back in the dwarven language as he surveys his progress before knocking a few loose bits off and continuing.
"Don't you have some unwilling tomes to forcefully read or somethin'? "
You begin chipping and breaking the mason wall of granite. It is a slow but steady process...
You believe that the glinting object from the chest could be saleable... You flip the chest; inside, a silver candelabra. 'Neath your cloak and pack you stow it and set underway.
LightHouse thoroughly touches the obsidian square platform and the large obsidian oval. Nothing seemed to happen. The protruding hilt, though, lies untouched.
Your serpent swimmingly enjoys the mead. As you look towards the chest, finding little to nothing about traps, you WERE going to take what was inside but Gordan beat you to it. An antique silver Candelabra was inside. He quickly stows it and moves to leave.
AS you leave Fwarth replies, "No problem & good day to you." A moment into your leave, he calls out "H-hey, wait.... There is a girl around here who has avoided death for sometime. Though she may not be too right in the head anymore, she is of no harm to anyone. Please, do not harm her if you find her."
Stepping back around the corner Gurthock grows impatient.
Dwight looks at the structure and thoughtfully scratches his head, "Its Dwight actually... and I don't think I've heard of or seen anything like this before..."
"Anyway, is that a handle or hilt sticking out of it?"
As Ezequiel is just about to exit the garden to meet the others, the mention of the hilt stops him. "You're right, it does look like a handle or a hilt. Lighthouse, try to lift it!"
Impossible! No hands!
"...Well... Would you like lift it, Mr. Dwight?"
Maintaining in Dwarven, Shellin responds with a smile, "Well, I did find a curious book in my room earlier that I would love to give more attention, but considering our situation I thought it best to leave the books in the tower.
No time for reading on the battlefield, though we have certainly found time for... call it scouting with a monetary focus. Sounds so much better than pillaging broken homes."
Shellin will turn to the aforementioned door.
Argus shrugs at the mans implication. And with a grunt of force swings again.
" way I see it.
*Clack*
"We got called here by some crazy old wizard. Nutty as a squirrels life savings. Im betting an elf.
*crash*
"So by that we've been dragged into this bored wizards complex game of checkers, so all that I see is other parts of the game. The looting been rewarding so far, I expect people will stop when it stops being that way."
Nodding at the dwarf's words, Shellin replies thoughtfully, "Fair enough, comrade. Personally I just hope I can afford to attain a few magical goods when we return. Scrolls of magic aren't cheap, and I cant just keep throwing tiny sparks at every enemy we face."
Profession Blacksmith You think it was not cut to shape by hand tools.
Craft Weapons Not Applicable.
Knowledge Psionics The description of said obsidian device does not bring anything to mind.
Dench looks over at Gurthock "No one has checked those buildings," pointing to the buildings on the South-West end of the church, "or those," pointing at the buildings on the South-East corner of the map. "We might as well do the hunting rather than waiting for something to come out of this fog and attack us. We can take the rogue with us," looking over at Gordon. "What do you think?"
Argus slams the hammer home as he continues to work his way through the wall.
"Perhaps you should abandon all that fru-fru spellcasting then. Learn how to use a big @#$#in' mace or somethin. The hell are you lookin' at over there anyway?"
Dwight walks over to the obsidian thing, "Sure, I'll give it a go."
He grabs onto the hilt or handle and tries to move it.
"Hmph, pillaging broken homes it is then." Gurthock says as he turns to Gordon. [b]"Lead the way then."
"Let's check out the buildings attached to the church." Dench makes his way toward the door on the south-west corner off the church.
As he passes Gordon, "You coming with us?"
As you grab the obsidian hilt, a voice booms and resonates within your skull. "Pull the sword and summon me... A powerful foe... Win and be rewarded well... Or fail and suffer equally..." Because the voice was so abrupt and sudden, you have yet to fully, even partially draw the sword from the floating obsidian. Ironically, the 'sword' the voice spoke of is no more than a hilt sticking out of a floating obsidian oval. However, it does seem loose, like some part of it is embedded in it.
Dwight motions to pull or move the hilt on the obsidian, but stops suddenly before trying. He seems like he's looking around, searching for something he can't find or see. His hands still lie upon the hilt.
"Hm? What's wrong?"
Gurthock goes along with Dench to the mentioned doors.
Dwight doesn't move, but says, "... Something is wrong with this sword... I heard a voice challenging me if I pull it... I don't know if I want to, though it promises a reward if I beat him... maybe we should tell the others and come back later if at all."
"It's a sword?" Ezequiel wonders. "Never mind that, a voice challenged you? I didn't hear anything."
"In any case, we definitely should head back now. Who knows what's happened with others. And we shouldn't accept challenges from suspicious stones by ourselves, anyway!"
Ezequiel motions Lighthouse to exit. "You run ahead, we'll follow you."
Shellin will crouch close to the door, being careful to avoid touching it. In answer to Argus's question, he replies. "I was seeing if a simple spell I had in mind could fling the door open. Seems I was mistaken as to the strength therein. Looks like its back to old fashioned work."
Dwight mutters something to himself about talking swords and the stones they are found in and follows after Koon after making sure he didn't move the thing by accident.
Argus snorts "More like back to watching me work. Not that your help'd do much against solid granite." The Dwarf states bluntly as he goes back to his hammering, stopping a few swings later to knock more stone out of the way. "I don't hear any screams so I'm guessing the rest of our band of @#$#heads have yet to die horribly. That spiky grey brick stack looks like he would take a good amount of killing to actually fall over."
How would you like to proceed?
You begin to inspect the trap. You see the tip of a pin or nail sticking out from the door, currently bowing inward (away from you). You think the door has been rigged to do something should the tension on the door be let up even tiniest bit. What that is, you don't know.
Your work is half complete...