After the sounds of battle, there seems to be nothing but the sound of dripping water in the tunnel. However, the party gets a feeling along the backs of their necks that this silence is a menacing thing
"Anyone 'urt, afore we moves along?" Norveg waves his wand threateningly.
”A few scratches, I’d say,” Tragon says, indicating the gash on his shoulder.
"Roit as rain, mate."
Taishe reloads his crossbow, tucks his cane into his belt, and examines the tunnel.
"Thiss one doubtss there are trapss nearby. Zombiess would have triggered them. Shall we proceed?" The kobold asks politely, keeping his crossbow trained down the tunnel ahead,...
There are broken doors to the east and to the west
Taishe falls in alongside Tragon. The kobold trusts the taller warrior to be able to swing over his head if they run into any more walking dead.
The kobold points to the eastern door.
"It iss closser." he states simply.
Taishe does not see any obvious traps. He notes that in this salt-water damp environment, it is unlikely that any mechanical trap would remain functional for long.
The eastern doors look as if time destroyed them, not any force. They were once stout mahogany bound in iron, but they have been warped snd twisted by years of damp conditions, the iron fitting flaking away into rusted ruin.
Looking beyond, Taishe sees a large room. In the corners are heaps of rotted wood, mushy with rot and age. A few crates and barrels are visible, and it is obvious to his eyes that the heaps of rotted wood were once also barrels and crates. There is also a large marble basin about the size and shape of a barrel with a matching stone lid. .
"Anyone 'urt, afore we moves along?" Norveg waves his wand threateningly.
"I would not say no to healing." Nahuatl ti says calmly.
Taishe waves the others forward.
"Hm. A marble barrel. Mosst unussual. One wonders what it iss meant to sstore, yess?" Taishe asks casually.
The kobold winks at Norveg and approaches the stone barrel cautiously. Memories of their encounter with a golem-snake-guardian still fresh in his mind.
Once he determines it is safe, Taishe motions his taller friends to assist with the lid,...
Norveg makes with the wand.
"Am Oi good or wut?"
"Thank you."
Taishe waves the others forward.
"Hm. A marble barrel. Mosst unussual. One wonders what it iss meant to sstore, yess?" Taishe asks casually.
The kobold winks at Norveg and approaches the stone barrel cautiously. Memories of their encounter with a golem-snake-guardian still fresh in his mind.
Taishe notes a delicate tracery all around the marble exterior. The barrel is covered in ancient script, possibly Senginese. Dragon turtles, ducks, octopi and other animals twist and cavort around the exterior. The lid is easily lifted, and beneath the barrel is revealed to be filled with clear cool water
"An exotic container for ssuch a common treassure, yess? This one wonders,..."
Taishe carefully dips the tip of one claw into the water, and examines it closely,...
"Common treasure? Mate, at sea, fresh water's good as gold," Norveg remarks, waiting for Taishe to turn into some horrid monster.
"Ah. Very true. One sstandss corrected." Taishe admits absentmindedly, still examining the water for unusual properties,...
The water is remarkably clean and pure, easily the equal to any Taishe has seen in the past. He detects no contaminants, which is remarkable in that most water that one drinks usually is chock full of various silt and other things
Tragon looks about the chamber for any other unusual features, secret passages, or the like.
Tragon looks about the chamber for any other unusual features, secret passages, or the like.
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Tragon sees another set of ruined double doors directly opposite the ones they came in from. There is a regular single door in the northwest corner of the room, on the same wall as the double doors they entered from. The single door looks intact.
"Mosst remarkable" The Kobold says in a voice of awe.
"Thiss may be the puresst water I have ever sseen. But, it doess seem to be only water. But the purity. I would be mosst interested in mixing potionss with it." Taishe slides the lid back into place and pats it gently.
The kobold turns back to the others and raises his cross bow once more.
"Check thesse doorss? Or back to the other end of hallway?" He asks.
"Definitely valuable at sea." Nahuatl ti agrees. "May as well check."
Taishe nods, and turns to point his crossbow at the single, closed door in the room.
"Agreed. Asss long asss one iss here anyway."
The single door is stout mahogany as the double doors, but still in its place. However, it doesn’t take a master rogue to see that the centuries of damp salt air have warped this door, swelling it within its frame. It will be an effort to open it
"Ah. Master Tragon. If you would be so kind?" Taishe indicates the warped door.
Norveg stands back to let the big boys play with the door, peeking into the barrel of fresh water and sniffing it appreciatively.
Norveg has never smelt purer water
"Ah. Master Tragon. If you would be so kind?" Taishe indicates the warped door.
Tragon sizes up the door. "I could probably get it open, but it's gonna make a racket. Anyone we didn't alert when we were fighting those corpses is sure to hear. You sure you want me to bust it?" Tragon says to Taishe.
Taishe strokes his tendril-whiskers.
"Thiss One thinkss yess. Since door iss sstuck, gang wass not using it. It may lead to nothing, or may provide alternate accesss to gang'ss area. Come in behind defenssess. Either way, curiossity killed the Kobold it iss true. But NOT knowing iss unacceptable!" He explains with what might be a draconic smile.
"Curiosity killed the kobold," Norveg mutters softly, standing well away from the door.
"Unless someone is good with locks, there isn't much choice." Nahuatl ti points out.
"Lock iss minor issue. Door iss warped in frame by humidity. One iss afraid that, sometimes, brute force ISS besst ansswer."
Tragon launches himself at the door, hoping to batter it from its hinges.
The door was once quite stout, but those days are long in the past. The warped wood gives way with a crash, and the door shatters in to a shower of worm-riddled fragments. A narrow corridor is revealed beyond
Nahuatl ti directs her bobbing lights down the corridor, illuminating the way ahead.
Taishe slowly but deliberately aims his crossbow down the corridor, looking for what targets Nahuatl's magical lights may reveal,...
The narrow tunnel behind this door heads west for ten feet, then turns north, obscuring any further view
Tragon cautiously follows the tunnel and looks around the corner. He is not particularly concerned about stealth, after having battered down a door, but he is wary for any dangers.
Taishe bravely (and logically) follows the Half -orc, his cross bow ready.
the narrow tunnel is only wide enough for a single file. Tragon advances around the corner, and then around another that heads west. This terminates in another door, in much the same condition as the one he just shattered
Taishe peeks around the bulk of Tragon when the Half-orc stops moving.
"Hm. One ssurmisess that gang iss not ussing thesse particular tunnelss. One wonderss why."
"Prolly trouble wif the doors," Norveg offers from the rear, where he's backing down the corridor at the tail of the line, watching their backs.
Norveg hears the shuffle of approaching feet. She turns and sees a zombie pirate moving towards her position
"Trouble behind, lads 'n' lasses," Norveg yells, activating his wand and attempting to touch the approaching undead, lunging like a man with a rapier, but swinging wild.
Taishe bobs from side to side, trying vainly to see past his taller companions. Finally the kobold hugs one wall, using it to steady his crossbow as he aims past his friends.
"Norveg! Ssstep back!" Taishe hisses, (his 'accent' becoming more obvious during the time of stress.)
"Where did thisss one come from? There were none left in hallway or room we jusst passsed through?!"