At Markus' words Sverrir grins and salutes with his brandy flask;
"Got the heavy stuff right here minn friend! Har!"
With that the dwur takes another deep draught, his face already rosy with the potent brew within...
He wanders over to where Pavo is climbing down, a slight sway to his stance as he queries the rogue's wisdom;
"Stink komms up... You climb down? Maybe you nei komm back eh? Maybe just the stink! Har!"
Pavo, I'm right behind you, lad... Sverrir, toss this when I get down there. Markus hands the Dwur his fauchard.
Let me know if you got something... bigger. Smiling, Markus decends.
Sverrir nods hefting the heavy weapon, afore lowering it down haft first to the martial librarian.
Descending down the ladder you find a small unadorned room. In one corner rests a pile of travelling gear. A man dangles limply from manacles bolted into the ceiling. Dressed only in britches, he is a filthy mass of bruises and dried blood. An unconscious moan escapes his lips at your approach, but he does not stir otherwise.
"uuhhh"
Pavo, you're better at this than I am... can you unlock these manacles? Markus looks to support the man's weight.
Hold on, whoever you are. Fool, you might be... But, they didn't like you for a reason.
He is one pale half-breed, but you are probably right. Let me see what can be done with these manacles." Pavo says as he pulls out a few lock picks to test on the manacles. Pulling his googles over his eyes, he continued, "Might be good to get Ramos down here with a bit of his healing magic too. Much easier then trying to haul a body up that ladder."
Markus tries to ease the man's body down into a sitting position.
What you say about Ramos is true, but you'd better swap places with him... don't want too many of us in the hole at one time.
Sverrir wrinkles his nose and takes another swig afore offering a shot to Lucid;
"Not much we kan do friend hobniz... Keep vigil and toast the treasures they have uncovered!"
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The dark skinned half-elf opens his eyes at the healing, blinking away cobwebs. He has a confused look on his face as he sees all of these strangers looking at him.
After getting filled in and introduced to the newcomers he also introduces himself and who he is and goes over some of how he got here, "After arriving in town, I began to look for a special place that once belonged to the Wind Dukes. When someone offered to take me there, I followed him out of town and ambushed out and taken prisoner by the Hextor priests. A half-orc named Garras and human female named Kendra spent some time torturing me. After not getting any information they wanted, the head priest Theldrick told them to not waste any more time on me as they were going to "feed me to the pool", whatever that means. Anyways I lost consciousness and the next thing I saw were you all."
Once freed he sends out a prayer and some of his wounds are healed
While not completely healthy, he does look better and stands up straighter. He quickly goes through his items and verifies everything is there before putting on his gear.
He looks to the others and says, "Well what is everyone defeated here in this temple or is there still Hextor priests waiting for some payback?"
Sverrir steps forward, clapping the half elf on the half elf on the shoulder with a grin and offering his brandy flask;
"Neh. There will be more blodd... plenty more friend half-olv... Now sup somm of minn dwur brandy... will warm the bones and lift the spirit better than any prayer! Har!"
Markus seems accepting of the half-elf's story. Makes reasonable sense. Any good with a bow?
Senniki take a drink of brandy coughing a bit after he drinks it, "Smooth" He says is a raspy voice.
At Markus's question he nods, "My father was the best bowman I have ever seen and I was taught by him"
Sverrir grins and takes another swig himself;
"Har! Smooth he says! I like this one already har!"
Let's move... Everyone up. Lucid, Pavo... which way?
"They are probably reorganized by now, so let me worry about getting the door open. Keep a ways back, but not so far that I am up there on my own though." With that, Pavo heads toward the door on the right side of the hallway, checking the door for any traps.
The door on the right is still ajar and looking down it, you find a short hallway that ends in another door leading to the north.
Keeping his mace and mailed fist ready, Ramos hangs back behind Pavo ready to move to assist him should trouble find him during his explorations. Is everyone else ok? Does anyone else need a bit of healing before we press in deeper? I worry that we might have let the initiative slip... hopefully luck will be on our side.
I should be fine for now, I suppose. Thanks, Ramos.
Markus ensures the half-elf has a bow (and if not, will offer the one he's been using). As everyone is preparing, he scribbles some lines and marks onto a piece of parchment... Keeping his map close to reality as he's seen it.
Hefting his fauchard, Let's do this.
Senniki finishes putting his gear back on and after a few adjustments grabs his bow and nods that he is ready.
Markus cautiously moves down the eastern passage, listening at the north door.
Moving just behind Markus, Pavo isn't as confident as Lucid and fears that they have hunkered down and are laying in wait for the their group to step into and ambush. Also moving stealthily, Pavo's sword hilt and dagger hilt are in hand and ready. When he gets to the door, he too presses his ear to it to determine what can be heard.
Sverrir nods as the group filter past with purpose. He stows his flask, and hefts his hammer in one hand.
In his cups the burly dwur takes slow, over exaggerated steps as he tells himself to "shhhh!";
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The door is scared and age darkened. Thick bands of iron run across it and an ugly black iron ring stands in its middle. There is no visible key hole. Leaning past Markus, Pavo puts an ear to the door.
Keeping to a whisper, Pavo takes his head form the door and says, "I hear murmurs on the other side. Strange, you'd think they would have all fallen back to where the other guard ran to."
Replying with his own whisper. You'd think, but who's thinking?
Markus attempts to kick the door open with a wink... FOR HEXTOR!!!
Senniki pulls back the bow ready let an arrow fly if any one of the evil priests are behind the door
Markus' mighty kick doesn't even cause the door to shiver.
Following the furious kick by Markus, Ramos hefted his mace. Lets not waste any more time. They probably hear that. Someone take point.
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Fall back, it's locked!. Markus yells.
Sverrir watches the lore warden first lead a charge, then order a retreat...
His brandy dulled thoughts, become a bemused shrug afore he brings his hammer to bear on the door's lock area;
"Har! THIS is how we dwur unlock things!"
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Shaking his head ruefully, Ramos sighs. Well if they didn't know we were coming before, they do now.
The door crunches beneath the dwur's mighty blow and a several boards shift and splinter.
Through the crunching of the doorway, you hear a muted, "They're trying to break through!!"
Picking up some muffled words, he tries to stop the dwarf, but isn't able to before the dwarf swings his hammer. Whispering, Pavo says, "They definitely know we are here"
With that, Pavo hurries back down the hallway to the door the guard ended up running through. Once there, he checks to see if the other door was equally secure
Markus sees the dwur's intent... taking out his light mace, he hammers the door. Can I borrow something bigger? Fauchard isn't made for this.
"Keep at it guys, the door is buckling already!" Senniki will ready an arrow for when there is a hole big enough to see someone on the other side.
Sverrir nods at Senniki's advice, bringing his arcane hammer to bear once again;
"Nok! Nok! Har!"
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Well since they know we are coming.. Ramos trails off, closing his eyes in prayer. Severrir, hold a moment, knowing you, your going to charge head first into whatever is behind that door, let me give you a bit of protection. Holding his holy symbol aloft, Ramos whispers something. Completing a prayer, he digs out a silver piece and flips it over his shoulder in an offering. Hand twinkling with an inner light, he slaps it down on the dwarfs back. A bit of luck mate. Go get em. Closing his eyes again, Ramos utters a second prayer. This time his Gauntlet starts to drink in light in an awe inspiring dark-radiance.
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