Rather than enter and break things, Sotha performed amore thorough inspecton, starting with the wardrobe and then
As he searched, he spoke to Todin, "Perhaps while we are searching in here you might take Grumblejack and try your skill at the lock on the armory?"
"Wool... itches. But the tunic is... acceptable."
He dresses quickly, using the wardrobe itself for modesty, though he usually does not know the meaning of the word. Still, it wouldn't do to make all his new friends go catatonic with his physical perfection.
The tunic fits more like a robe or gown, draping down to well past his knees, but with a few leather belts across the chest and waist, the tunic becomes a stunning fashion statement.
Nothing in here is ensorcelled.
Malak yawns and thinks about when he might next be able to sleep...prison breaks is tiresome work...
Shall we continue?
"Maybe not ensorcelled, but this is certainly interesting." Sotha said as he pulled the chest out from under the bed. "There might be something of use or value in here, so I'd rather not smash it just yet, is our resident lock picker up to the task?"
"Yes, yes, yes. One request at a time, now."
Before he commences with picking locks, Todin looks around to make sure it is safe. If he believes so, he will take off his chain shirt to achieve greater results.
First he attempts to pick the armory door lock:
Then the Chest that Sotha found:
"Hellish Hamatulas! This one might be out of even my league..."
Nonetheless, he tries again, hoping a little extra effort will do the trick...
Leaving Todin to his work at the lock-box, Tragen moves into the armory to search through the assortment of confiscated weaponry, looking for ones still in good condition and thus be servicable.
I have faith in your skills brother...and if they fall short this time then I'm sure mister Tragen's brawn will prevail.
Malak muttered dark words under his breath as he watched from his seat...could use a bit of padding and a foot rest but is far better than standing...and wondered how far their motley crew would get without being harrassed by more guards.
Sotha also raided the armory along with Tragen. He was hoping to find a scimitar, but settled on the rapier. He left the sword that he'd taken in the armory, giving the rapier a few swings before sighing disapppointedly.
He headed back to the sergeant's quarters, his mood brightening when he saw the money. "That will do us some good." He said.
Todin wipes the sweat from his brow.
"Indeed it will. Glad it was worth the time. I'll hold onto it for safe keeping."
Todin dons his chain shirt once more, and sees the rapier at Sotha's side.
"Say, there weren't any more of those, were there?"
Tragen hefts the greatsword before strapping across his back. He then grabs a few other weapons and carries them back to the other room.
"Here," he says, tossing the metal comb shiv to Shalastar. "This should fit with your... tastes. Bring them close with your and surpise them with it."
He then pulls out the heavy mace, looks at , then looks back down at the mace before offering it to him. "I understand that such a weapon is preferred among the Asmodean clergy... Take it, if you think you can use it to smash our foes."
He offers the battleaxe to . "I don't know what weapon your god may prefer, but I have seen many a dwarf wield a battleaxe with skill. Perhaps you can make use of it to cut our many enemies in twain."
"I'm afraid," Tragen says, turning to , "That the only such fragile weapons were the comb and rapier. Perhaps Sotha could be convinced to give it up for something of more... substance. If not, perhaps you could use this?" he says offering the spear.
Looking at , "I am not sure what sort of weapons you may prefer. But I also brought these, although I may keep the glaive for myself," he says, showing the trident and glaive.
"The rest, aside from a staff that I left behind, were merely the guard's typical fare," he says indicating the armor and weapons they had earlier acquired from the guards.
Todin balks at the large and unwieldy spear.
"I'll take a dagger over that thing any day, thanks."
Shalastar glances at the metal comb shiv. It was almost... ornamental. He slides it into his crimson and blue dyed hair where he can reach it if necessary.
"It's not exactly jeweled, but it will do, I suppose." He says with a sigh.
Grinning in spite of disdaining the use of such barbaric tools; Malak readily accepted the gift of the mace...this mans knows what the Dark Prince favors...interesting... and hooked it onto his belt.
Gratitude Mister Tragen. I'd say we are more than prepared to make our way out of this laughable excuse for a prison armed as we are now.
...he also understood each of our preferences...this man is astute...a valuable resource indeed...
Sotha sighed in disappointment again, and then offered the rapier to Todin. "Very well, take it. But in return I want my share of the gold you took from that chest."
Malak unfurled the map and gave it another study.
Up the stairs or out the front door? Those are our choices.
"The front door will probably be guarded, but it's possible if we find the warden, we'll find some of our old things. I don't think our most valuable possessions would have just been destroyed. They are worth something. But then again, the Empire is not known for its frivolous excesses, much more the pity."
"We cannot leave until all have been destroyed. Those who discover the ruins of this place will know to fear our wrath," Tragen says with a clenched fist.
Taking a deep breath, he continues: "We know the sergent is in the gatehouse, gambling with the other guards, and we know the warden tends to keep to himself at night and so will be in his tower," Tragen says, pointing at the two locations.
"We could visit the warden first and then clean up the sergent and guards on the way out, or we can take down the sergent first and then come back in to deal with the warden. This decision should depend on the possible movements of the guards. How long do these gambling sessions usually last?" he asks of Shalastar's 'friend'.
"By 'take down', he means to eliminate the enemies of the Empire." Shalastar shrugs. "You still don't know everything yet, for your own safety."
+2 for attraction.
"Much thanks, Elf. And worry not, we will divide the spoils at a more appropriate time. You have my word as a lord that I shall render unto Sotha what is Sotha's."
Todin raises his arm as he takes this oath, and accepts the rapier. His eyes run over the blade as he sheathes the dagger that once was in his hand.
"An elegant weapon for a more civilized technique. Hmmm... As much as I'm in favor of getting out of here, I believe our chances are best if we leave no survivors to fire at our backs as we flee. It might also do best to take the warden by surprise. I doubt he'll be prepared for an attack in the middle of his indulgent gambling. So... who's up for a little surprise warfare with our wonderful warden?"
Targi squints at Tragen as he remarks upon the dwarf's likely skill with an axe, furrowing her brow as she tries to parse the line for any hidden insults. Finding none, she shrugs and accepts the weapon. "I suppose you're right. If it is corpses you wish as a carpet, I can only hope that the crimson path does not splatter and stain any jeweled coffers at the trail's end." She hefts the spear, hunts about for material to hang it across her back, and then readies herself to move on.
Upon handing over the rapier, Sotha immediately headed back to the armory to retrieve the longsword he'd left. As he was about to grab it, he saw something out of the corner of his eye, could it be? He moved the pile a bit and was elated to find a scimitar! His family had always denigrated the weapons as inferior knockoffs of the two handed curved blades his people had used since time immemorial, but a scimitar had always served Sotha's interests perfectly well.
When he returned, Sotha heard the others discussing their next move. He offered, "For what it's worth, taking down the Wardin would likely return my spellbook to me, which would allow me to offer more in battle than just another swinging blade."
Malak could barely contain his excitement that everyone seemed to be on board with whoel sale slaughter...someone made a very big mistake putting these men into the same cell...and not keeping a closer eye on the situation...a very big mistake...
Out and up to see the Warden then. I think he's going to want to wake up for us. Of coure this means we will have to go outside. Although with our guard uniforms on we shouldnt get too much notice...except for the big guy there.
The priest rolled the map back up and gestured towards their large companion.
Best we move fast across open ground.
"Agreed. We take the warden...," Tragen says, then with a sidelong glance at Shalastar and Gordie, he rolles his eyes and continues, "... to church. And then we can root out those 'traitors' to the 'Empire' with the sergent." Tragen's voice drips with sarcasm, and he does not try to hide the lie.
"Perhaps you might consider putting your 'friend' on post as a lookout for us while we work," he says looking directly at Shalastar.
"He might be able to draw the Warden out for us. It would be easier to do what is required then." Shalastar also looks at Gordie. "We do owe you an explanation. I know you're our friend now, and you deserve that at least. One will be forthcoming as soon as we're outside these walls with our proper belongings."
"That is a good idea, actually," Sotha said, giving his new scimitar a few practice swings. He seemed more content with this weapon than the rapier. "It would be a bad idea to confront the man in his own domain, if he fancies himself a spellcaster." Under his breath, Sotha added, "Unless he proves as competent as what we've faced so far."
Satisfied that they had decided their next coarse, Sotha headed for the exit, hoping that he would inspire the others to follow.
"Very well. Just make sure he doesn't get in the way," Tragen says. "Let's go."
Malak grinned and fell into the center of the line where he'd be protected by either a frontal or rear assault...hopefully they don't try to rush this...
Yes, well if he's a spell caster we'll have to be extra careful but surely there are plenty of us that he wont be too much of a problem.
Shalastar waits for a moment or two, knowing that one of his companions would likely slit the fellow's throat. (It seemed to be a recurring theme in any case.) He begins carefully making his way across the kitchen, being quiet so as not to wake the sleeping victim.
Sotha decided the sleeping figure would make a fine test of his new scimitar, and so began to approach, slowly and quietly as he was able.
When he reached the sleeping figure, he looked him over before placing the scimitar at his neck and slicing.
Malak waits in the Mess Hall for Sotha to finish off the sleeping fellow...nice, clean work there... Once done he will gather some food in a large bowl.
Best we prepare some grub for those hungry mutts yes? Might keep them quiet long enough to slip past.
Tragen watches Sotha slice the sleeping man's throat before heading do the door. Put your back into it man. He stops his move with Malak's words.
"Good point. Perhaps we can soak some meat in poison or that rotgut that Jack was drinking," he says looking back the way they had come. "Unless he finished the bottle before he passed out. Then again, they probably know better." With a shrug, he then begins to search the room for suitable fare, such as raw meats and the like.
"It's not likely we'll come in contact with them, they are up front after all. We're going around the back." Shalastar says impudently. He sighs in acquiescence, however and adjusts his tone. "Though I suppose if they should come our way, we should deal with them." Shalastar looks over at Gordie. "Can you get the dogs to be quiet if they do start barking at us? I have a feeling they'll trust you more than us."
"We may not encounter them on the way to the Warden, but we'll likely pass them by when we go to deal with the Sergent and leave this place," Tragen says before glancing at Gordie, "Or rather than trust, if there happens to be any commands that they respond to by those in a guard's uniform, assuming there is not a specific guard who serves as their master."