"Let me see if I can do anything about it." she said stepping forward and would start fiddling with the lock. It was clear she was out of practice. There really wasn't a need to pick many locks but her fingers worked her tools in the larger lock.
"Well, since coins are your motivation let's get them back to you."
Would go through some other stuff left around by the gang of giants. Almost as if trying to search for anything that could potentially be useful to the group.
If/when found anything of even potential importance would make it known to the rest of the party.
Karol cast detect magic with a rap of the drum. Then he examines the gear of their fallen foes.
Thiefs had 3 huge daggers on them and the mages and thugs didn't have any gear of note.
Scattered around the warehouse
Med sized Saddle, Exotic Military Of very fine quality
Huge Longspear with notches along its length
Huge Mace, light, which has seen quite a few battles and isn't the best of shape.
Huge Ranseur held together by a loose nail through the metal and looks cheaply made.
Huge Block and tackle heavily used
Large Whip coiled up on the wall
On, and scattered about the gambling table and in loose pockets.
Silver Ring
Brooche in the shape of a sun
Pearl Earrings
Brown-green garnet
Tigereye
Azurite
Blue quartz
19 tiny platinum pieces on an abacus slider
5 and most of another one pound gold coins
25 and most of another one pound silver coins
64 One pound copper coins
Stuck between two crates tucked hidden away is a large book. Inside of it it looks like strange arcane symbols.
Turgrim finds the sun broach, and with a rare display of attention to appearances, pins it to his traveling garb.
Was of course waving around the book was glad to have spotted in such a odd hiding spot. Of course held it still while Majuba looked over it. If turned out to be useless at least would keep it and use it like a paper weight. "Do good? Or more useful if bashed to a head?"
With the strange markings and faint magical traces on it. You both are able to discern that it is most likely a spellbook. Now the size suggests that this may belong to one of the giants.
Head shook at the mention of a club. "Not club. Hurled with all strength!. A large toothy grin showed on face. Majumba would have seen first hand the last time threw something.
Mogwag suggest that no items that doesn't belong to us when we came into this land should be found among us. Remember that we need to be absolutely spotless should anything happen when we meet any of their leaders
"Let me see if I can do anything about it." she said stepping forward and would start fiddling with the lock. It was clear she was out of practice. There really wasn't a need to pick many locks but her fingers worked her tools in the larger lock.
"Well, since coins are your motivation let's get them back to you."
• JARED sees the little Half-Orc trying to pick her way into the lock and the tall Golian gets offended, and impatient,
The Giant nudges her over to the side and gets out his light-weight picks and starts to fiddle about with the lock, really taking a good moment to find the sweet spot and give it a turn...!
Turgrim shakes the bloody ear a bit, spraying Golian blood on the floor. "Spotless...heh..."
Tigerwolf steps to the side and chuckles. "Well, figured you wanted your money so I thought I would help. But if you want to be ungrateful." She shrugs and waits for him to finish up.
"Hey, Mak. How are you guys going to handle this situation since there are a couple of Golian's dead. And what are you wanting to do with those two." Motions to the two still alive.
Karol cleans his axe with a bit of cloth as the haste spell dies. That was always a bit of a lurch, going from fast to slow. Putting the axe away, he pulls out his pipe, preps it, and lights it.
I can't see why the leaders we want to see would care about this lots possesions, but mogwag may have a point. Let's sell them first.
Glanced over toward the others even as the book still was holding was looked over. "Somebody would want dusty book? They sell well?" It was obvious he had not a single bit of concept it was a spellbook.
Shaking the blood off her club Runt strolls over to the others her battle fury finally dwindling down to a manageable level enough for her thoughts to become clear again "Magic is always worth money, if we cant use it it might sell well. A whole book of magic should sell very well." she said with a grin"Mogwog is mostly right, anything unique we should leave or get rid of fast at the very least keep it hidden til we leave."
"Its important not to the leaders but to the people, people think we're going around killing them and we wont be much liked, if were not liked the Leaders might not wanna see us or if they do they wont wanna listen."
Why? pretty much for the reasons listed by runt Karol. That is why Mogwag advise not to touch any of the giant belonging and let Jared and Mak deal with them. If they want to give us coins for any reasons then that is their decision he says
Karol smiles at the cleric when he uses the word "runt". Then shrugs.
This spell will only last a few minutes, mogwag. So leave off the "runt" comments. You might hurt my feelings. What I meant was we sell the stuff before meeting the leaders. And I don't believe the leaders care about a group like this. Anyway, I believe we are owed something. Karol turns to the giants.
• JARED manages to unlock the loot chest with his picks (+25) opening the top to reveal a bag of coins, a pile of scrap and...something else rustling in a cage in the corner, it seems there was something small and scaly living in the chest...
• KAROL determines he only has a few minutes left until the reduction spell wears off.
• TURGRIM will remain giant-sized for a few more minutes too
The kobald glares up, the light blinding him as he kicks out at the rusty bars. "Sod off you bastards!" He yells up at the looming shadows above him, his eyes still needing time to adjust to the sudden light. "I already saw what you did to the others."
The small lizardman backs away from the door of the cage, seeming petrified, but trying his best to not show it. The cage had originally held more than just him inside.
He shifts, facing the wall of the chest, seemingly refusing to talk to his "Captors" Though you can hear some angry mumbling and the odd draconic swear word. He watches the door to the cage out of the corner of his eye, ready to move.
• JARED seemed a bit surprised at first, of course he recognised his money and Mak's things but he wasn't aware they owned any pets. He reaches for the cage and pulls it out of the box to peer inside,
,
JARED shakes the cage a little in both hands.
Tigerwolf laughed at the sudden outburst and then Jared's reaction.
"A Kobold. Interesting."
"Hey everyone we got a live one."
Turgrim smiles down at the kobold. "He's got a mouth on him, for one so tiny. I respect that."
The kobald grips the bars as JARED shakes the cage, making him almost miss the half orc's draconic.
The kobald hisses, spitting through the bars onto the floor.
He glances over those he can see, now that he's not being blinded by the rush of light he can at least tell you aren't his usual captors. However, his view of most of the room is hidden thanks to the size of those rather *generous* sized people crowding around.
The question from MAJUBA makes the kobald tilt his head, before letting out a snicker. "I don't know any Rockeyes tribe, and until I can actually trust you lot, I don't think I'll be telling you squat." He smirks, sticking his tongue out at the doctor.
Tigerwolf looked at him and spoke in common. "You just made the wrong mistake little scaled one. Insulting those that may be allies. You have now made your chances slimmer of you getting out of this alive."
She points to the dead Giants. "Those were the ones that imprisoned you and look at them now. Are you sure you don't want to wizen up and be smart about this. The others have been looking for a toy to use for experiments."
Karol steps forward.
doctor, everyone, don't be so threatening. This was a prisoner, who was mistreated. Expecting him to greet you like a lost brother is unrealistic. Release him. Give him a reason to trust.
Was able to hear a new voice yet from others around could not exactly see what/who was speaking. Did recognize similar speech back last mission. A hand raised high in the air to give a wave. "To one not see. Hi! Make big BOOMs. Last met ones speak like you make them!" Voice was of course upbeat and almost playful sounding. On top of the deepness of it.
Turgrim grins and crosses his arms as he gazes down at the white-scaled creature, raising one eyebrow. "Kobalds make terrible slaves anyway. Too tricksy and resentful. I agree with Karol, set him free."
The kobald is obviously a little surprised to see the dead giants behind the group, though he's getting the impression half of the current group isn't much better from the sounds of things.
"See, they seem more trustworthy than mr *I'm goin to cut yer tongue out* here." He says, thumbing in Karol and Turgrim's direction.
"And how the hell am I supposed to see through you? Until you moved I couldn't see any dead people." He huffed, sitting back. "So I'll apologise for believing you were one of them. But saying you want to experiment on me? How exactly does that make you any better than a bunch of murderers and torturers?" He asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks Tigerwolf in the eye.
• MAK gently pushes past to take a closer look at the tiny Kobold in the cage as he turns towards the others,
"Its a polite warning that should you keep insulting people that are around you that you might end up dead. We have kobold Allies but they know not to provoke and Orc' or Giant's rage. I did try to put it nicer but then you popped off at the mouth. I thought a more obvious hint would get the point across."
Tigerwolf explained. "Ill take the saddle and the whip though. Those are our size."
Once again hand waved while offering up a suggestion. "Small one if wants can ride shoulder of larger! No worry of splat like bug." Head gives a few hard nods agreeing with himself. Eyes were shut as beamed out a toothy not so nice looking smile.
Wolfrager let loose an amused laugh as the tiny reptilian spitting all sorts of fire at the others though seeming to calm just a bit once he realized that they really were not with those who had captured him "I like him, he's got a lot of fire in 'em for one so small. Don't worry Kobold nobody's gonna rip anything off or out of you unless you attack first"
Striding over to the cage Wolfrager attempts to much like many of the others push her way closer to the cage itself, unless halted in some manner she then crouches low to the door looking for any sort of locking mechanism "Come with us for a bit maybe you can join up with the Rockeyes if you dont have somewhere else to go." Wolfrager says as she digs her lick picks out of her bag and begins her work. "Been a bit since I've had to do this..."
• JARED hands the cage down to WOLFRAGER who attempts to break the lock, she is successful! The cage door flies open allowing the White-scaled Kobold to climb out on his own volition.
Tigerwolf grins.
"You still are better at it than me Wolfrager. It is still taking some getting use to your name. But I like it. Told you you would earn your own. Alright, lets get out of here. Anyone want anything else before we leave. Definitely take the book. Mak, Jared. I believe you will be showing us where we will be staying the night."
Grinning at Greez she walks over to Odak. "He should be fine on your shoulder. I know I was comfortable." Knocking on Odak's armor. "Alright my friend. See your brother is fine. I protected him just fine." She says. "Now go hug him like you want."
The kobald watches warily as the cage door is unlocked, his expression wary. "I... Hmm. Thank you for freeing me." He says to WOLFRAGER after a slight pause, peering around the floor before making scaling the chest to sit on the lid, not wanting to be caught on the floor around anyone who might step on him without realising.
He's still cautious around the group, especially keeping an eye on JARED, TIGERWOLF and MAJUBA. The rest of the group he feels a little more relaxed around.
"Why are you all here anyway? If I'd known there were gonna be others fighting this lot, we'd probably have tried to join forces."
We are here to do a favor for a favor. These fellows Karol indicates the giants Will help us achieve a task for our help here.
Karol gives a half bow to the kobold
Some introductions. I am Karol Heart Singer, Skald of the wolftooth tribe, and these are my compatriots, Tigerwolf, Wolfrager, Odak, Greez Fang, Doctor Majuba, Mogwag, and Turgrim Karol points to each of the others in turn with his pipe.
The other two are Mak Forge Fist and Jared the Giant slayer. They are our acquaintances we desire the favor from. And you are?
Indeed Mogwag is Mogwag he says pointing at himself
• MAJUBA: DARKAN was freed from his cage thanks to WOLFRAGER'S efforts.
• When the majority of players are okay, the group will be led out of the storehouse area by MAK and JARED to rest for the evening and continue conversations in a less hostile venue.
• MAK offers to show the others out as he collects his belongings, which appears to be a set of blueprints, an anvil and a bag of holding,
The lumbering spellcaster strides out of the storehouse as soon as he is able, waiting for the others to follow. The trip would take the team across town to what seemed to be a large wooden construct resembling a barn, it sort of made sense given that it was on fertile land, there's a big hole smashed into one wall around the side but the Arcanist and his Slayer companion open the doors to the rather plain interior,
The kobald raises an eyebrow at Karol. "Well, My friends referred to me as Darkan..." He says, glancing at that stain on the floor. "And the only reason I was in the cage was because I was caught." He says, looking rather nonplussed at the doctor.
He notices the movement towards the exit and reluctantly trails along, not through choice but more due to his short legs as he rushes to keep up with the larger people. By the time he reaches the barn, he's too out of breath to comment about the hole in the wall and leans against the wall panting.
• JARED had to contend with his big metal brother bear-hugging him on TIGERWOLF's suggestion, it was a real close 'head leaning' hug that squeezed the air out of the Slayer's lungs,
After some wriggling and writhing his brother finally lets him go and the tall giant springs away to follow MAK back home with ODAK following closely behind. At the wooden barn, JARED dashes over to a corner which appears to have some bedding already made up, dropping his bag of coins to the side and lays down, his head propped up against a sack and wall and his feet just pressed against the opposite wall of his nook,