"Right, Hozs."
Effan shuffles up to the open tower door and peeks inside. He steps on a few errant spiders then looks up for falling spiders or anvils before stepping in.
It appears clear of threats in the room....just a bunch of old crates and barrels and such...and a lot of dust and debris near the base of the stairs that head upwards.
Effan sends a lighted rock up the stairs and follows behind, wand at the ready.
Faldor follows Effan into the room but stares and the stairs and the debris under it. "Are those safe even?"
Faldor checks the crates for anything useful.
When Effan nears the top of the stairs, Abe follows him up on foot.
"A moment Abe. Let me take a look ahead of you." Morganst give him a wink and slips up the stairs ahead. "I'm a bit less noticeable. Just be sure to cover me".
The upper area of the tower, once the failing stairs are navigated, opens to the sky, cobwebs and husks of spider-sheddings are everywhere, but there is nothing else of interest up here......except for some spideregg-sacks.....a future swarm in the making.
The first floor of the tower is free of dangers and appears to have been a storeroom. Crates, barrels and boxes are stacked throughout, covered in a thick layer of dust and old leaves.
...
Hozs makes sure the swarm is not too near hatching. "Uhmmmm... innocents." the webs whisper to him though, and hoping he will be able to translate its secrets into useful energy later, he takes an eggsack carefully from the wall.
good news: I got an interem position/promossion and my time has been utterly sapped trying to learn everything. (hence the post midnight post.)
I will be posting less frequently, but will be reading and hope to be back to a schedule soon.
Effan waits patiently for Hozs to leave with his prize, then sonically blasts the remaining eggsacks. He whispers to Abe and Morganst, "I don't want to upset the boy, but we should destroy that last sack as well when he isn't looking. It will just be trouble otherwise."
Effan waits patiently for Hozs to leave with his prize, then sonically blasts the remaining eggsacks. He whispers to Abe and Morganst, "I don't want to upset the boy, but we should destroy that last sack as well when he isn't looking. It will just be trouble otherwise."
"Damn straight, droogy."
Morganst winks at Effan. "Shouldn't be too hard to see Hozs and those spiders parted."
Immediately after that he gets distracted by the boxes and barrels. Mroganst starts taking a peek to see what can be salvaged from the boxes and barrels.
Effan waits patiently for Hozs to leave with his prize, then sonically blasts the remaining eggsacks. He whispers to Abe and Morganst, "I don't want to upset the boy, but we should destroy that last sack as well when he isn't looking. It will just be trouble otherwise.""Damn straight, droogy."
"Uhmmm... I'm right here guys, I can totally... OOOH a box!"
"I don't want to upset the boy, but we should destroy that last sack as well when he isn't looking. It will just be trouble otherwise.""Damn straight, droogy."
Keegan's approval is no comfort to the gnome. He genuinely likes the soft-hearted druid and doesn't want to upset him.
He nods at Morganst's suggestion. "Aye. A distraction."
Boxes and barrels are opened, most of which contain long-forgotten and age-ruined stores.....work implements, rotted leather in bulk, bolts of sturdy canvas covered in mold and rot, etc....except for one long box buried under barrels in the left rear corner of the tower.
Prying the lid off of it reveals a shirt of chain fashioned from mithral, a dagger made of a dark metal that appears to be adamantine, and a light rectangular shield made of a metal that appears to be a mix of mithral and adamantine. After removing these items from the box the remaining contents can be seen.....8 pieces of barstock of mithral and 8 matching pieces of barstock composed of adamantine. Quite valuable and quite heavy. Finding a smith able to work the fine-quality metals may be difficult but would be worth the effort!
Abe admires the workmanship and materials of the items.
"By the love of Shelyn, they are beautiful!"
Looking through the items the small gnome turns towards Effan, "Can you tell if any of these have any power?"
Looking through the items the small gnome turns towards Effan, "Can you tell if any of these have any power?"
Actually the mithral shirt can be adjusted to fit either small or medium sized characters, take about 15 minutes to adjust it, it is currently set up for medium.
And the dagger is sized for a small character.Also I forgot, there are 2 handaxes(medium sized), one cold iron and one made of the strange hybrid metal as the shield (counts as adamantine for hardness and stuff like the +1 to hit and damage, weighs the same as normal weapon due to the lighter mithral alloy in it.)
Looking through the items the small gnome turns towards Effan, "Can you tell if any of these have any power?"
"I'll try."
"Too shiny, it is. Not natural, like. I isn't trusting alless things... Hurrm..."
"Oooooh shiny! Almost as good as gold." Morganst grinned. "I bet that'll bring a few coins in."
He glances around the room again and shrugs. "I guess we leave it here and pick it up on the way back? Not sure it's wise to drag the bars around with us."
"I'll try."Looking through the items the small gnome turns towards Effan, "Can you tell if any of these have any power?"
No magic, just good, quality dwarf-made items.
Effan looks up from the pile of goods. "No magic to be found, but what is this made of? It looks like no metal I've ever seen. And I agree with Morganst. The bars are too awkward to take now. Let's box them back up and leave it for now."
He picks up the dagger. "Some of the goods on the other hand, could be useful now. Abe or Faldor, could you make use of this." He hefts the dagger.
Jaden aids the group is shareing the load,( not Frodo's ring of power what would be wrong, just heavy things) and packs as much stuff in is pack as he can. He does take note of the adamantine as it would cut thought trees like butter.Also big moveing pots, he should what the group wants to do with them.
Looking at the dagger Faldor thinks of all the famous warriors who used two blades before blurting out, "I'LL TAKE IT!"
After the outburst he quickly clamps both hands over his mouth and turns a nice red hue. "Um... That is if it's okay."
"Sure. I do not fight with a knife."
Out side i should catch up
Jaden aids the group is shareing the load,( not Frodo's ring of power what would be wrong, just heavy things) and packs as much stuff in is pack as he can. He does take note of the adamantine as it would cut thought trees like butter.Also big moveing pots, he should what the group wants to do with them.
Hozs offers to help carry things and loads the heavy bars into his pack. He hardly notices the extra weight, much like he does not notice the logic in waitng or any protestations.
Hozs offers to help carry things and loads the heavy bars into his pack. He hardly notices the extra weight, much like he does not notice the logic in waitng or any protestations.
Effan sits on the bottom stair. He pulls out a bit of food and his waterskin. He takes a few bites and some sips while he waits for Hozs to realize that he won't be able to carry the adamantine loaded pack.
"So what's next? Down the stairs in the wolf room? Or through the secret door in the armoury?"
"Let's check out that secret passage. I've always wondered what is actually behind secret doors." Faldor seems to nearly glow with the idea of exploring into something that has secret in the name.
"Let's check out that secret passage. I've always wondered what is actually behind secret doors." Faldor seems to nearly glow with the idea of exploring into something that has secret in the name.
"Hurrmmm... Sometimes, somesuch things not be right-like being un-secreted, eh?"
"Gurtlekep seemed friendly with the wolf. Maybe it was guarding the kobald's front door. I'll bet if we take the staris we run into them right away. The secret door might let us sneak in behind them, might lead nowhere. I vote for the secret door."
Hozs offers to help carry things and loads the heavy bars into his pack. He hardly notices the extra weight, much like he does not notice the logic in waitng or any protestations.
"uhmmm... its a magical pack. See I just load up 20 of these and 20 of those and Uhmmm..." The man's tongue sticks out and his eyes roll toward loftier realms. When he eventually finds what he was looking for he adds, "Tada! See it's not so bad."
"Uhmmm... shhhh... (secret door) he whispers."
Faldor looks around begins to fidget and finally sighs with impatience and heads towards the main building. As he gets closer to the main entrance he begins to slow hoping one of the taller folk actually gets there before him his bravery slipping away with the thought of being swallowed by any more cookery.
"Gurtlekep seemed friendly with the wolf. Maybe it was guarding the kobald's front door. I'll bet if we take the staris we run into them right away. The secret door might let us sneak in behind them, might lead nowhere. I vote for the secret door."
"Yea, sez I. F@~~in' kobolds..."
... of being swallowed by any more cookery.
Hozs gulps while following the small one. "errr... or anvils..."
Abe and Leo catch up to Faldor.
"Where are we going?"
"Going to uncover secrets best left covered" Faldor seems to be partially holding back a skipping walk with the idea of new secrets.
"In through the front door then bend around to the right to the last door on the left."
Map INto the blacked out room at upper right.
"In through the front door then bend around to the right to the last door on the left."
Map INto the blacked out room at upper right.
"Secret doors sound good to me." Morganst looks around at the others, then follows Faldor. Suddenly he stops and looks back.
"Maybe we should hide those bars first. It's not a good idea to wait until Hosz's back gives out on him first."
"Maybe we should hide those bars first. It's not a good idea to wait until Hosz's back gives out on him first."
"Uhmmm... this many." Hozs holds up three hands with fingers stretched out wide to signify the power of his muscles. To emphasize his point he twirls Miss Stick, the only object of encumbrence on his person.
"Oh... I know you're strong enough there. But we may need you to carry out gold and loot. Or, uhh pretty sticks and shrubs?" Morganst looked over at the others, completely unsure of what else the druid. He pats him on the back.
"Which way are we going?"
Effan notices Morganst's expression as the man watches Hozs. The sorceror sidles up to Morganst and says quietly, "He's a bit simple, but that boy's heart is pure gold. He doesn't need anymore than that."
Abe watches the exchange between the others, trotting anxiously back and forth.
*sends fakey healing/happiness/wealthy cookies*