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Turning her attention toward Harguk, Kasha waits to see if the troll takes any action against them, dooming himself.
Harguk stares at the carnage in befuddlement before clapping his hands in joy.
The two monks start to slip on the grease Valeria conjured...
...but manage to keep their footing.
Suishen lets out an exultant "REPENT!" as Kavell swings, cutting his target and scorching him. He flinches, but prepares to strike back!
Moving into the room, and realising too late that she probably should've put up some defensive spells earlier, Valeria lashed out with another gout of flame through two of the monks.
Both monks twist and drop to the floor, managing to evade the gouts of flame.
They spring to the attack, two swarming Kavell with punches and kicks...
...with one monk missing with a wild punch and accidentally kicking Kavell in the shin as he flails to regain his balance.
The other monk's fist is partially deflected by Suishen and grazes Kavell's ear.
The other two monks recognize Valeria for the mage she is, and decide to focus on her first. One tries to leap past Kavell...
...and gracefully sails into Valeria's personal space, greeting her with a flying kick.
Unfortunately, he doesn't stick the landing, falling prone.
The last monk forgoes the flashiness of his partner and opts to punch her in the face.
His fist collides with her temple. A meaty *THUD* fills the air.
Suishen. Can you threaten them in Minkainian?"
He asked as he stepped back shaking his head slightly to clear it from the blow that struck near his ear. He also didnt want them to somehow surround miss Valeria.
He focused for a moment and let the magic of the blade focus on his defense before he stabbed downward at the prone foe.
Friday clucks his tongue before walking the rest of the way into the room and striking at the nearest opponent .
*SPLORTCH* "Shikizoku... ZEKUU!"
*SHANK*
Kavell and Friday brutally slaughter one monk each.
Kasha embraces the spirit of battle with a primal roar that washes over her companions filling them with an almost predatory penchant for violence
Blood coming from her (hopefully not broken) nose, Valeria stepped back as a trio of orbs appeared in the air in her wake before racing forward into the monk who'd just punched her.
The missiles crash into the monk, but don't seem to slow him down much.
The monks leap forward, one trying to punch Friday...
...with his first punch causing him to miss. He pivots on his leg and brings his heel crashing into Friday's temple with a meaty *THUD!*
The other lunges at Valeria, seeking to bring her down before she can cast again.
His first punch misses Valeria's nose, but he spins around and plants his heel firmly in her solar plexus.
The kick catching him off guard Friday sees stars for a few seconds.
His head jerked back torwards Kasha for a moment as she unleashed her primal roar and he smiled slightly...until he noticed them hitting both his friends.
"You've angered the spirits and that will cost you."
He said simply as he brought Suishen into play attacking the one attacking Valeria.
Kavell hacks the monk to the ground.
Kasha locks her gaze on the other monk, extending her hand and closing it into a fist as vines seem so spring up from nowhere, to entangle him.
The monk's eyes widen in surprise as vines erupt from the floor to restrain him.
Coughing as she tried to get her breath back, Valeria gave Kavell a nod of thanks before moving to have Friday between her and the remaining monk, another trio of magical bolts flying out.
Valeria's missiles knock the monk to the floor where he lies still.
The monks were each carrying:
--A masterwork spear;
--2 thunderstones;
--A silver amulet in the shape of an icicle.
Friday rubs his head. "Sorry about that."
"Don't be, its said there are many almost mystic ways to some monk orders, they moved quickly."
He paused and glanced back out in the hallway looking for the dangerous coal shoveler to make sure he was still well there.
He briefly picked up his holy Symbol and paused channeling energy from it to help heal his friends wounds.
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"Yes, the mystical art of hitting someone hard enough to give them a concussion."
Glad to feel her nose fixing itself via Kavell's magic, she quickly prestidigitated the blood away before going over the monks. Something about the magic in their amulets seemed familiar but something was eluding her.
Walking over to crouch beside Valeria as she studies the amulets, Kasha hits upon a flash of insight. Though not nearly as skilled as Valeria in magecraft, is somewhat naturalistic nature of the amulets made it easier for her to understand their purpose.
"it looks like they make the wearer's body tougher almost more like an animals able to shrug off minor hits"
”Those will come in handy.”
"Wait real-... oh I am blind as a bat sometimes," Valeria remarked, "I was reading that rune upside-down."
She put one of the amulets on now that she knew what they did.
Friday moves to the western door.
This austere room contains a simple pallet and clay drinking bowl. Its only nod to ostentation is a beautifully painted lacquered screen bearing the images of clouds and mountains rendered in a fanciful style.
It looks like the screen can be moved.
Friday takes a few moments to admire the screen before gently moving it.
Behind the screen is a small leather trunk. It's unlocked.
Inside are:
--A set of washerwoman's clothes;
--A disguise kit that appears to have seen some use;
--An ornate blowgun fashioned from jade and lapis lazuli ;
--150 gold pieces in Tian coinage;
--A writ signed by King Sveinn Blood-Eagle that that gives the bearer the authority to commandeer any of the Linnorm King’s huscarls within 2 miles of Kalsgard for up to 12 hours;
--A lacquered-black chain shirt at the bottom of the trunk.
"Looks like someone had a penchant for disguises," Valeria remarked as they went through the trunk's contents, "might be worth getting that writ checked - I've read enough stories about con artists to know that disguises and forgery tend to go hand-in-hand."
"Also, it looks like this armour would be good for anyone who wants to sneak around. Even without that, though, the defensive runes applied to it seem pretty strong."
”Might I have it then?” Friday asks as Valeria inspects the armor.
I can think of no better person to wear it."
Kvell added, He knew it would most likely interfere with Valeria
s magic so he didnt see why Friday couldnt get the best use of it. He continiued to scan the area for threats.
" Disguises, possibly fake documents, shadowy armor....sounds like an assassin's hideout." Kasha notes, taking everything in. "If the writ is convincing enough it could prevent quite a bit of bloodshed."
Friday promptly removes the worn leather armor about his chest and slips on the chain shirt. "Indeed, they seem to follow orders rather well here."
The next cell Friday investigates is empty.
He peeked his head in and frowned... just a cell room.... with a lot of masonry dust....He frowned.
"One moment something is not...Ha!"
He began moving torwards a hidden door built into the Southwest corner of the room.
"There's a secret door here."
He began hesistant to touch it... yet.
"Your eye for crafts has given us a boon," Friday comments as he moves towards the secret door.
"Nicely done Kavell!" Kasha adds, drawing her sickle in the event there was a nasty surprise awaiting them.
The corridor beyond the secret door has been hewn from the native rock. It's easy to see that this corridor is of more recent construction than the rest of Ravenscraeg.
A stairwell lies at the end of a turn in the corridor, with another door on the eastern wall standing just outside of the secret door.
Friday will check the door before heading up the stairs.
Friday quietly opens the door and moves in.
Kasha moves to follow.
Valeria carefully brought up the rear, hoping the troll behind them didn't change his mind about coming after them.
A brazier in the corner of this room glows faintly with red coals, its smoke reminiscent of the stench of scorched flesh. A short bed with a headboard carved with the image of an open-mouthed demon stands against one wall, and a small table cluttered with books, scrolls, and a stuffed and mounted stirge sits across from it. A magic circle has been scribed in center of the floor with chalk. Torn papers, bits of old food, and other debris are scattered about the room, collecting in corners and under the bed and table.
Crawling about in the room is what looks to be the rotting hand of a giant, its thick fingers tapping and scraping against the stone floor as it patrols.
It doesn't appear to have noticed Friday at all.
"A crawling hand? giant sized... that doesnt sound good. Can we avoid it? Dont get too close and hit it with blades or spears its bursts out sickening pus.I just remember reading about them. ugh... "