Wesh says"I agree" Wesh goes in looking for a map or scrolls or maybe some potions as well as those were used up in the last battle and they seemed to have some.
I disagree with this plan of action, but I will join you since the party seems to agree. They are only 10 minutes ahead of us now. After the search, they will likely be well-prepared for us.
Head down, Dieredon reluctantly follows the others into the Manse.
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"When we track those curs down... the pig faced brute that felled me, will be split asunder by my scythe and no other!"
The huge druid(ess) lumbers inside, flanking the priest and staying close to Rianna.
Skane claps the broad shoulder of the alfur as they enter the manse;
"Friend alfur... 10 minutes nor 10 days will hide their trail from your fey eyes, nor save them from tasting our steel... But for now we need your keen eyes and ears"
Readying his shield and axe Skane moves to near the groups frontline, not looking for anything other than trouble or threats to the others...
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Dieredon smiles at Countless, then searches with the others.
Perception:
Wesh searches with the rest of them.
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Hello Roslyn, Silar. Sorry we didn't meet in better circumstances. My names Rianna. And I don't forget a face, so this must mean you helped us out after I got knocked out?
Rianna uses the wand on herself.
Well, that's better. I really don't want to go traipsing through the underbrush after that group. Besides a good story needs a good antagonist. Rianna gives Dieredon a sly grin at the last statement. We'll see him again. We accomplished the main goal of our task, and it will net us some good profit.
Rianna gives the mansion a quick glance, as if she hadn't noticed it before now. She whistles at the sight. Looks like there is a lot of rooms in there. Plenty to go around. She gives Bjorn a wink at the last statement.
As the group enters the manse via the main doors, you find yourself a large space with a fireplace near the backdoor with a dozen candles in various states of consumption. A staircase up sits next to the front doors. The many windows provides a view of the compound, though rather dirty. An area suitable for meeting is located centrally with the bodies of two semi naked half-orcs with fresh burns, clutching greataxes. A recent explosive force has shattered a few windows with debris scattered on the floor.
A number of doors and paths lead from this common room.
a - staircase up
b - door to the back patio (outside)
c - a corridor to the left with doors leading
i. south
ii.north
iii. northeast
iv. northwest
d - door leading outside to firepit
a segregated partition which houses a kitchen with dining table is seen to the NE region of the manse..
Rosslyn looks at the charred orcs and exploded windows. "Um, was that your doing?"
She then starts down the corridor, examining the door to the south first.
Trapfinding:
The Bramble Knight remains out front to keep a look out. [/b]"We ain't much good searching Biggun's beds and tables."[/b]
Wesh will search upstairs says "I don't think they could trap the only way upstairs."
If we are going to search, let's do so as a group diligently and systematically. Let us begin on this floor and then head upstairs.
Silar, still a bit hurting for the arrows, follows the others in their search. Since it's still trying to figure out what is exactly going on, he doesn't take any personal initiative, but rather does what the people that saved him tell him to do. From the pile of loot, he just takes a longsword: he can't really use it, but he likes swords and it would be a great prop for his show once this is over.
Wesh after getting halfway up the stairs comes down to search with dierdron and goes to the door headed north in the hallway.
Rosslyn opens the door to south.
c - i - South
A cosy room greets her, lined from wall to wall with books, manuscripts and scrolls, measuring 20x20 feet. A desk sits near the middle of the room with a comfortable looking chair. A pair of unlit lanterns sit on the table.
Wesh and Dieredon head towards the room North.
c - ii - North.
As they pass through the corridor, both of them notice the slightly ajar door to NE and NW filled with items related to household maintenance such as candles, lantern oil, cleaning utensils and linen.
As the door opens, both of them are assailed with the odor of unmistakeably a dormitory or makeshift barracks. 4 sets of scale armor are nicely arranged in the corner. A quick count sees a stack of a dozen javelins, a whetstone, a pile of unwashed clothes, a healer's kit and a medium sized chest in the corner.
The 5 beds in the room are unmade, bedsheets looked recently used.
Silar and Rianna go about the common room and the kitchen. Noticing the table with an assortment of dried fruits and nuts plus an erect dagger stuck on the table with a cut of boiled meat, it amounts to rations enough to feed a dozen men for a day.
"I found the library," Rosslyn calls out. "I'd like a spellcaster in here!"
Starting with whatever scrolls, papers, and books are left out to read, Rosslyn looks over the room, and then checks the desk's contents.
Perception:
Silar snatches some food and goes to Rosslyin. What did you find? he asks, examining the scrolls and books.
The Northmen scour the lower level, both attempting to notice anything untoward or remarkable about their surroundings, whilst staying alert for threats;
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Skane mimicks his shield brothers reaving strategy, attempting to notice anything untoward or remarkable about their surroundings, whilst staying alert for threats;
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Dieredon sticks by Wesh and then enters the library with the newcomers upon their call, completing the search of the main floor.
Perception:
With so many eyes in the library, Dieredon notes a leather bound book hidden behind the rows of books in front. Upon opening it, a hollowed out compartment is revealed. Inside a pipe with two cakes of a black substance is found plus some dry tobacco.
The contents of the shelves are mostly historical and religious manuscripts which are in good condition.
The desk mainly contains writing materials and utensils with a dried up ink bottle.
The manse surroundings remain quiet throughout.
Rosslyn checks the cleaning closets to the left and right of the barracks, wondering if there is a basement to this manse.
Perception:
Silar casts detect magic to inspect the substances and the rest of the area.
The closets remain as closets as it is viewed thoroughly, there is no indication of a basement anywhere.
Skane jerks his axe towards the stairs and utters in Skald so all can hear;
"Ef til vill leita að yfirmaður vilja afrakstur a verðlaun mektarmaður af blóðugur hönd Norður! Nei?!"
Ef til vill leita að yfirmaður vilja afrakstur a verðlaun mektarmaður af blóðugur hönd Norður! Nei?! = Perhaps seeking higher will yield a reward worthy of bloody handed Northmen! Nei?!
He then claims the tobacco (but ignoring the black substance) adding it to his pipe pouch.
Wesh asks "What should we do with these religous documents?Also why would they hide a black powder unless it is poisonous or illegal in some way? Definetly do not eat it. "
At the musings of her shield brother, the Great Druid(ess) nods her head once, braided hair bobbing;
"Ja"
She then walks up to Rosslyn and spreads a green slime across her brow and round her eyes with a grin:
Nótt til ljós
Nótt til ljós. = Night to light
"Whoa..." Rosslyn responds, her eyes suddenly adjusting, her vision becoming clearer.
"Um... You've got something on your face," she adds. "But thank you!"
Rosslyn heads over by Skane. "I think we've covered the downstairs well, and I don't think there's any basement here. So, up we go!"
She nearly takes her first step when she adds, "Did they do anything special when coming down the stairs, before?" She regards the stairs suspiciously.
Perception:
At Wesh's question, the scarred Northman barks a laugh;
"Keep them prestur! We'll need something to wipe our arses with out here in the wilds! Har!"
With that he joins Rosslyn on the stairs
"Not that I remember Svartur Rosslyn... but we were all busy getting bloody..."
He smiles grimly and awaits her judgement on the stairs before moving on
Dieredon takes the pipe and the black substances after Skane takes the tabacco - keeping them in the hollowed-out book. he carefully looks at the black disks before closing the book.
Knowledge Nature (to identify black discs):
He then draws his Curve Blade and follows Rosslyn up the stairs.
Lead the way mi'lady.
Wesh follows Dierdron to the base of the stairs and then starts to go up.
Seeing the party at the stairs, "Still clear out here."
Keep an eye out Brambleknight - we are heading upstairs - the first floor is clear!
Wesh says "that is good news that it is still clear out there."
Rosslyn does not notice anything amiss as she views the flight of steps. There is nothing audible coming from above.
Wesh says "I think we should continue up the stairs"
Absolutely Wesh! Rosslyn, please lead the way and check for traps, and I will be right on your heals.
Perception:
The stairs still look fairly unremarkable, made out of strong pinewood, lacquered but showing wear and tear from the ages.
The stairs open up to a spacious landing, with a balcony that overlooks the fireplace below. A parlor opens to the east, with a harp sitting in the middle.
Landing
=>door in west wall
=>parlor=>door North (Left)
=>parlor=>door North (Right)
Bjorn(hildr) approaches the western door but does not enter. Instead the massive druid(ess) sniffs curiously at the door, cocking her head as she listens between deep snorts;
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Dieredon stands at the door off the landing to the West before exploring the parlor. He awaits Bjorn's opening of same.
Wesh will investigate the North door to left in the parlor.
Bjorn(hildr) smells the scent of unemptied chamberpots, musty and dankness rolled into one. But nothing is heard from beyond the western door. The door looks ordinary and unassuming.
A waft of incense emanates from beyond the left Northern door but nothing indicates any impending hazard nor feelings of impending doom. Likewise it is quiet.
Wesh will open the door to the left.
Rosslyn crouches next to the door, like a coiled spring, ready to pounce on anything that might occur through the door.
Wesh's door opens up to single room, approximately 20x15 room. A censer sits, smoking lazily in the far right corner upon the set of drawers, giving a pleasant scent. An unmade bed lays to the left side of the room. The sole window in the North wall, admits in the waning light of the afternoon sun.
Wesh will search the chest of drawers.
Amongst the drawer contents you find two rolls of scrolls, a fine steel dagger and a few sets of travelling clothes. A couple of religious symbols is found hidden within the clothes.
Skane maintains a stance of alertness despite the apparent peacefulness of the manse.
"Taken everything nei?"