The cargo lift is a four-man pull using strong hemp ropes. It can't be done from the lift itself. Four other people would be needed to lower the lift to the next level.
Four people. There's more than eight slaves available.
Yazi manages to break some of the wood of the strong door, but the iron hinges and bindings hold fast.
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The combination of massive damage and acid makes the door practically fall apart.
"Well done, ladies." Bartan moves up behind the two women and prepares to cast a spell as soon as the door is open.
The slaves look like they'd rather run away than be in the presence of an unknown fighter.
Rayhan moves into the room behind the others, holding his wand of magic missile at the ready.
ROUND EIGHT
Init:
Khayal looks the men over to see if they are concealing anything of value, especially a scroll.
Bartan moves into the room and looks around.
The slaves seem more interested in running away from you if you make the wrong move towards them.
Bartan goes into the warehouse.
This well-apointed office features a sturdy oak desk and several intricate tapestries hanging from the walls. To the southeast sits a large fur rug on which several blankets and pillows have been stacked. The rug and pillows have been thrown aside, a large rectangular crack in the floor outlining something hidden. Two iron rungs are driven into the wall to the southwest—the ground underneath spattered with white, chalky bird droppings.
Rayhan follows Nasir into the bookkeeping room. He looks around, not really expecting to find the Scroll openly displayed. "We have not seen the thief yet." he tells Yazi.
ROUND NINE
Init:
Peering around the younger woman, Rayhan looked into the room. Seeing no one other than Nasir present, the older man scoffs. "Do they really think to bluff us?" Calling back over his shoulder, he shouted "Friends! I believe they have gone underground!"
Hajar moves down the stairs
Khayal shouts out, There is a way down over here.
Bartan follows Khayal down into the depths.
Khayal attempts to activate the lift and head below.
If he is able to get below.
Let's find that scroll
Khayal says mentally preparing for what comes below.
The trapdoor Yazi's uncovered has a magical aura. (1st round)
The slaves continue to watch the adventurers.
You manage to untie the slipknot-secured ropes and the large cargo lift falls to the bottom of the underground story almost twenty feet below. Looking down, all you see is the dark chamber away from the lift's edges.
The crack in the floor under the rugs and pillows outlines a very large trapdoor. But the ring won't budge to lift up the door.
ROUND TEN
Init:
Rayhan begins looking down at the found trapdoor, and casting a spell as well.
Bartan, can you make some light down here?
It is the Scroll. It must be. Hajar says
Bartan picks up a small stone, casts light on it, and drops it in to illuminate the area.
Baran's pebble shows another level to the warehouse. The one below looks like it is full of boxes, similar to the level you are on.
ROUND ELEVEN
Init:
"Not to intrude, ladies, but that is an arcane locked trapdoor. I've seen them before, and I'm not surprised by its' intensity." Rayhan says, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "Such locks are not uncommon, especially with a guild known for selling rare and powerful magic items. The only way through an arcane lock is usually by destroying the lock. However..." The old man makes various motions with his hands, uttering arcane words.
"There. Now hurry, the lock will only be dispelled for a few seconds!" Rayhan urged.
Khayal jumps down the hole hoping Bartan will follow. landing with a thud, Khayal stands back up and looks around.
Hajar will also follow suit.
Bartan follows as well, following his allies as always.
The fighter jumps down to the darkened warehouse sub-floor, but lands awkwardly. The card-tosser tries a standing dive and lands on his face and stomach.
All around you is blackness, the One Source Guild doesn't keep this part of the warehouse lighted, especially at night. You do see some crates and boxes in the magical light.
ROUND TWELVE
Init:
Rayhan waits until everyone else is down the staircase under the trapdoor, then follows. He stuffs several pillows between the trapdoor and the floor, just in case.
Thunder crashes outside the warehouse, more heat lightning from the sudden summer storm.
Those going down via the spiral staircase notice that there is both complete darkness and no indication of how long you'll be going down.
You're going straight down more than 50 feet into the bedrock of the port city. The stairs open up 20 feet down into blackness, but continue downwards.
The odor of gnoll is fresh here. Growing stronger at the bottom of the stairs. There is a faint female human smell, as well as new footprints on the well-worn but sand-covered steps.
The stairs open up 20 feet down into blackness, but continue downwards. The gnoll smell is from the bottom, not at the landing. The female human smell also continues downward.
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With an intricate movement of her hands Nasir conjures a quartet of bobbing lights, two of which prceeed them down the stairs, one staing in the middle of the group and the other drifting back to follow behind them.
"We've come down about 50 feet. We should be pretty much at the bedrock of the city now."
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"Wow, well at least it's cool down here." Yazi quips as her eyes gloss over due to the appearance of the dancer's lights.
Hajar keeps Tempest raised as they continue forward.
They must be keeping the Scroll down here.
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"Remind me not to do that again, my dear Yazi." Bartan says with a huff, as he follows along, watching for baddies. "Now, are there things we need to kill down here?"