Caladwhen grimaces slightly as Grumblejack pushes the bench aside, making a considerable amount of noise. Shooting an icy glare in the Ogre's direction, Cala curses under her breath in elven:
Moving into the mess hall, Cala takes a south east position from Aerent and Grumblejack, and focuses on the door on the east wall.
Perc
Sindran seems unconcerned, still rummaging around the kitchen. He inspects the fireplace for a moment before continuing his search.
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Talon will silently approach the doorway, nodding to let the others know it went well. Trusting them to be able to handle the approaching guards, he turns to Arryn and quietly says "Want to see what kind of loot they have under lock and key?"
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As the guards head for R27, one of them says :"you know... if we need to open another bottle, why not take one from the Sarge's closet? You know, the ones he always 'hides' there? After all, I got the keys" "right here..."
Grumblejack's enormous grin threatens to topple his face over backwards. In one huge arc of his massive left arm, he thrusts his hand out into the hallway. The tremendous power behind the fist makes it go straight through the first guard's face, spraying the doorway with what looks an awful lot like chef's special. The fist loses some momentum but still connects forcibly with the second guard, cracking his nose.
The first guard crumples in the doorway like a tossed origami.
Aerent, the 2nd guard is within your reach.
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1. Empty; this newly hired guard hasn’t stocked his chest yet.
2. A change of peasant clothes.
3. Ink, quill and a personal journal that reveals this week’s password “Ghastenhall” – and the details of Blackerly’s illicit gambling sessions including exactly when the next game will be.
4. A small coin pouch with 1d6 gold in miscellaneous coinage.
5. A bottle of fine whiskey (smoky, peaty with just a hint of sweetness) without label worth 25 gp.
6. A bottle of absolute rot gut without label worth 5 gp.
7. A silver holy symbol of Sarenrae (worth 25 gp) and a Sarenraean holy book (worth 5 gp).
8. Hidden under peasant garb are two decks of cards (one regular, one marked) and bag of 12 gp worth of mixed coinage.
9. A surprisingly well written love letter ending in a proposal of marriage to someone named ‘Michelle’ and a sapphire engagement ring worth 100 gp.
10. A large collection of letters from home. Perhaps they are poignant but they are also worthless.
11. A masterwork lute (worth 100 gp).
12. A small supply of absolutely delicious cookies carefully wrapped in wax paper labeled ‘From Lil.’
13. A whetstone, cleaning supplies for chain shirt, extra bowstring, and a small book of military regulations.
14. A collection of cheap, tawdry, crudely printed books (the so-called “penny dreadfuls”) about dashing heroes, daring do and amply bosomed damsels prone to fainting and outdoor bathing (no resale value).
15. A set of peasant clothes and a short sword.
16. A small coin pouch with 3 gp in miscellaneous coinage.
17. A small bag of doggy treats.
18. A map of the nearby town of Varyston including the Old Moor road.
19. A traveller’s outfit, a finely made pipe (5 gp) with a good supply (1 lb.) of high quality shag tobacco (2 gp).
20. A small bottle with a hand written note “In case of trouble – Love, Mom!” (a potion of cure light wounds).
Momentarily stunned at the ferocity of the ogre's attack, Aerent totally misses his thrust at the second guard, but he does recover quickly enough to threaten, "Surrender or we feed you to the ogre!"
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Moving a short distance to get a better line of sight, Caladwhen notices the second guard is still alive. Closing her eyes and lifting her left hand towards the doorway, the room suddenly feels as though the light is being sapped away while the elf begins whispering a dark arcane language.
To the guard, Caladwhen's voice appears to be whispering to him from all angles, her strange verbal incantations repeat and echo all about him, finally culminating in one exclamation he can understand... "Run for you life!"
"I look over to Talon. Let's open em' all" I say with a smile, and pull out my thieves tools.
Open the Chests
(if we can open the chests with keys, we will do that with the nine keys we have)
I smile to Talon as I finish my work.
(already happened)
Sindran doesn't notice anything and continues to poke around the kitchen.
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The cupboards are all marked with their contents, so it's very easy to find most of what you're looking for.
There's a couple of full packets of matches. Iron rations, some large hams, bread, cheese, some wine. There's even a couple of baskets stacked in a corner. If the rest of the prison were as organized as the kitchen, you wouldn't have stood a chance.
AFAIK, the belladonna tea is still in the large pan (with the lid on, for your safety) on the stove.
There's no flammable oil here though - stuff like that is probably in the storeroom (13). You do indeed still have the hip flask of blight.
Having finished her incantation, all returns to normal about Caladwhen. Looking up, she nods satisfactorily at Jack's handiwork.
"That's a relief. That guard could have blown our cover." Noting the carnage, Caladwhen points to the bodies "Jack, Aerent, we need to get these bodies out of here. Pile them in the barracks with the other bodies. I'll clean up the blood."
Quickly running to the kitchen, Caladwhen searches for some rags while speaking in a calm yet urgent manner to Sindran We can't linger here much longer. I can't imagine it will be long before the other guards wonder where the comrades are." Not waiting for an answer, Caladwhen runs out to the dining hall and quickly begins mopping up the mess left by Jack as best as possible.
Aerent allows a wide grin to play across his face as the ogre dispatches another guard. "Great job, Jack, great job!" he says enthusiastically.
He listens as Cala indicates he and Jack should move the bodies, nodding, he looks at the ogre, "Now, can you help us move these bodies into that room over there? After that, we'll get you something to eat!"
Aerent helps Jack move the bodies into the barracks, then leads him back to the kitchen to get a ham, or turkey, or other suitably large slab of meat for the ogre.
Drawing his sword, Talon smiles and calmly makes his way over to the guards
Talon quickly drops what he's doing and runs out, drawing his longsword on the way. He tries to get himself into the front of combat
Remaining calm and without any sudden action, Cala slowly places the bucket on the ground. With a slow and seductive tone, Caladwhen whispers to the guard "Looks like you got me."
Sindran turns just in time to receive a large slash from the longsword. He grunts in pain, stepping back but his back only meets the table. His one hand reaches over to where he placed the meat cleaver and picks it up.
His eyes narrow and he puts his other hand up and holds it in the direction of the guard's longsword. He says something incomprehensible in Orcish as the hand moves, tracking the longsword, but his final word is clear: "Sjohda."
Talon looks the guard in the eyes for a moment, then begins screaming in Strix with fury in his eyes as he barely sidesteps the sword. Grasping his own sword in both hands, Talon roars and swings it downword in a powerful overhand stroke
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"DIE, you devil scu-. . . *cough* . . .. Oh, no..."
When he sees the guard run at him in a flurry of wild movement, Talon simply applies all his force to one great chop. As the sword digs deep and makes quite a mess, Talon's eyes light up with vengeance, enjoying every second of it.
Dan never 'saw' what hit him, until it was too late.
I quickly run out after. dagger in hand. I move to the closest guard to the doorway, and try to get flanking if possible.
(if not flanking, -2)
Thankful that Talon had turned the tide in the Kitchen, Caladwhen quickly grabs her dagger and throws it at the guard as he turns to flee.
Talon howls his victory, then quickly makes his way to the other guard. He reaches for the mans throat while still holding his sword in the other
CMB
Aerent moves and attacks the guard with his longsword.
Sindran runs after the guard, meat cleaver in hand.
Nodding appreciatively at Aerent's quick work, Cala quickly grabs her dagger back. With some urgency, Cala addresses her companions "Our cover is most certainly blown now, so we better make our way out of here as quickly as possible."
Nudging the outside kitchen door open, Caladwhen pops her head outside and surveys the courtyard for guards. "I can give us a mist cover when we cross the courtyard if necessary."
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The guard crumples in a desperate heap as Aerent cleans up.
You count 11 down and 20 beds in the barracks. Ron is still out there somewhere, and then there's the sarge of course. You're not doing half bad!
Over the course of the next 3 minutes, Arryn finishes her lockpicking in the barracks and takes note of their contents (see GM notes spoiler on page 4). Caladwhen cleans the chef special off the walls and floor near the entrance of the mess hall. Sindran finishes his pick-a-nick basket. Grumblejack is idly chewing on one of the Dans' leg, while Talon and Aerent watch out for more guards.
Sindran looks extremely grumpy even as he carries his basket around. His shirt is bloodied and there's a large tear where a large wound continues to bleed. He takes a moment to press a hand to the wound and focus.
"Heilan."
Smoke starts to rise from his hand, the heat palpable as a dull red glow can be seen from his palm as it crosses the length of the wound. When he removes the hand, the wound seems to be mostly healed and he gives it no more notice.
He goes into the mess hall, heading to the storeroom to look for more materials.