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<blockquote data-quote="hbarsquared" data-source="post: 2814374" data-attributes="member: 4550"><p><span style="color: slategray">Found another post...</span></p><p></p><p>Chapter Three, Part Eight (Edit: Part Nine)</p><p></p><p></p><p>OOC - Abrina at -1 hp, automatically stabilizes.</p><p>* * * * *</p><p></p><p>Felian lowered his spyglass and shifted his position on the rooftop after the cleric unlocked the door to the locksmith's shop and stepped inside.</p><p></p><p>She's in, Felian mentally communicated to Fario on the neighboring rooftop.</p><p></p><p>Of course she is! Fario responded. I can see as well as you.</p><p></p><p>Felian gave a mental shrug. They both knew quite well that if Fario had indeed been the first to notice, Fario would have made absolutely sure that Felian knew exactly that.</p><p></p><p>Felian tucked away his spyglass in a beltloop and slowly crawled back from the ledge, hoping to avoid being spotted by any of the passerbys on the cobblestoned road below. When he reached the ladder against the side of the brick shop, he lithely swung his leg over and scurried down the rungs. He jumped the last few feet, landing quietly in the alley, to find Fario already there and grinning.</p><p></p><p>"I won," Fario said.</p><p></p><p>He stood with hands on his waist in a triumphant stance. Fario was a young and eager half-elf, as was Felian, but that was where the similarities ended. Fario had a pale complexion with crisp blue eyes and silky blonde hair pulled back in three braids and avoided the sun whenever he could, preferring winter and all the rainstorms and cold fog that accompanied it. Felian, on the other hand, relished the spring and summer, with tanned skin, bright green eyes, and curly black hair.</p><p></p><p>Felian smiled back, unperturbed. "I wasn't racing."</p><p></p><p>The two half-elves crossed the road to stand at the front foor of Ghelve's Locks, where moments before Abrina, the foreign cleric of Ninurta, just entered.</p><p></p><p>"Hold on a moment, let me get out my tools," Fario said, digging into his pockets. "You stand in front while I try to open the lock."</p><p></p><p>Felian nodded and reached out to test the door handle. It opened easily.</p><p></p><p>Fario wrinkled his nose and sighed, pocketing the tools he had retrieved. The two entered the brightly lit room and closed the door behind them. Felian slid the bolt into place, locking the shop.</p><p></p><p>Fario and Felian explored the shop, opened the unlocked chests and examining their contents, sifted through the keys on display, and rifled through some of Ghelve's possessions on the second floor. Abrina was not in sight, and there was no evidence pertaining to either the kidnappings or the Cagewrights.</p><p></p><p>She didn't just disappear, Fario said mentally, pulling open an empty drawer.</p><p></p><p>There must be a secret passage, a hidden door, or something, replied Felian through their telepathic bond.</p><p></p><p>They entered the kitchen, which contained all the basic amenities, including a table with an hourglass resting atop it. A fireplace dominated one wall, with pots hanging from hooks on either side. Two cabinets with frosted-glass doors held dishware and utensils. A half-barrel washbasin stood in the gar corner next to a pantry. All of the furniture seemed perfectly sized for a gnome or halfling.</p><p></p><p>Felian was examining the fireplace when they both heard a loud squeal from downstairs, and a voice drift up from below.</p><p></p><p>"Hungry, Starbrow? I'd think so. Let's get you something to eat."</p><p></p><p>Felian's eyes met with Fario. We need to hide, now!</p><p></p><p>Fario frantically searched the kitchen and his gaze locked on the pantry door. In there! he thought, and grabbed the handle. It jiggled in his grasp and refused to open.</p><p></p><p>Quick, unlock it! yelled Felian into Fario's mind, glancing over his shoulder. He could hear Abrina's footsteps on the staircase already.</p><p></p><p>Fario fumbled for his tools, inserting them into the pantry lock. He shifted the prongs around within the keyhole, trying to get the tumblers to fall into place.</p><p></p><p>Hurry!</p><p></p><p>The cleric had reached the landing.</p><p></p><p>I am! Fario pulled out a slightly smaller prong and slid the tool in next to the other one last time. He twisted, and the lock clicked.</p><p>OOC - Open Lock check, +6 against DC 20: rolled 12, failure. Open Lock check, +6: rolled 23, success.</p><p>Fario silently opened the door, motioning Felian inside. The expected supply of preserved foodstuffs and spices lined the walls of the pantry, with just enough room for the two half-elves to fit, standing face to face. Fario pulled on the door, closing it from the inside and plunging the pantry into darkness. The two held their breaths as they heard a nearby door open and close.</p><p></p><p>They heard Abrina's muffled voice a few times, then silence.</p><p></p><p>You're standing on my foot.</p><p></p><p>Sorry. Let me just...</p><p></p><p>"Ow!"</p><p></p><p>Shhhh!</p><p></p><p>You just stepped on my other foot!</p><p></p><p>I didn't mean to, it was an accident.</p><p></p><p>You did that on purpose.</p><p></p><p>What? I can't see a thing in here, let alone your foot. And stop poking me with your hand.</p><p></p><p>That's not my hand.</p><p></p><p>Oh, you've got to be kidding--</p><p></p><p>Shhhh! Hear that?</p><p></p><p>What?</p><p></p><p>Shhh.</p><p></p><p>From downstairs came the same loud squeal they had heard before, then nothing.</p><p></p><p>"Okay, let's go," said Felian. "There's a hidden door down there, and we are going to find it. Now, open the door."</p><p></p><p>Fargo grasped the handle and pushed.</p><p></p><p>"Uh, Felian?" Fario put his weight against the door and pushed again, without success.</p><p></p><p>"Yeah?"</p><p></p><p>"It's locked."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="hbarsquared, post: 2814374, member: 4550"] [color=slategray]Found another post...[/color] Chapter Three, Part Eight (Edit: Part Nine) OOC - Abrina at -1 hp, automatically stabilizes. * * * * * Felian lowered his spyglass and shifted his position on the rooftop after the cleric unlocked the door to the locksmith's shop and stepped inside. She's in, Felian mentally communicated to Fario on the neighboring rooftop. Of course she is! Fario responded. I can see as well as you. Felian gave a mental shrug. They both knew quite well that if Fario had indeed been the first to notice, Fario would have made absolutely sure that Felian knew exactly that. Felian tucked away his spyglass in a beltloop and slowly crawled back from the ledge, hoping to avoid being spotted by any of the passerbys on the cobblestoned road below. When he reached the ladder against the side of the brick shop, he lithely swung his leg over and scurried down the rungs. He jumped the last few feet, landing quietly in the alley, to find Fario already there and grinning. "I won," Fario said. He stood with hands on his waist in a triumphant stance. Fario was a young and eager half-elf, as was Felian, but that was where the similarities ended. Fario had a pale complexion with crisp blue eyes and silky blonde hair pulled back in three braids and avoided the sun whenever he could, preferring winter and all the rainstorms and cold fog that accompanied it. Felian, on the other hand, relished the spring and summer, with tanned skin, bright green eyes, and curly black hair. Felian smiled back, unperturbed. "I wasn't racing." The two half-elves crossed the road to stand at the front foor of Ghelve's Locks, where moments before Abrina, the foreign cleric of Ninurta, just entered. "Hold on a moment, let me get out my tools," Fario said, digging into his pockets. "You stand in front while I try to open the lock." Felian nodded and reached out to test the door handle. It opened easily. Fario wrinkled his nose and sighed, pocketing the tools he had retrieved. The two entered the brightly lit room and closed the door behind them. Felian slid the bolt into place, locking the shop. Fario and Felian explored the shop, opened the unlocked chests and examining their contents, sifted through the keys on display, and rifled through some of Ghelve's possessions on the second floor. Abrina was not in sight, and there was no evidence pertaining to either the kidnappings or the Cagewrights. She didn't just disappear, Fario said mentally, pulling open an empty drawer. There must be a secret passage, a hidden door, or something, replied Felian through their telepathic bond. They entered the kitchen, which contained all the basic amenities, including a table with an hourglass resting atop it. A fireplace dominated one wall, with pots hanging from hooks on either side. Two cabinets with frosted-glass doors held dishware and utensils. A half-barrel washbasin stood in the gar corner next to a pantry. All of the furniture seemed perfectly sized for a gnome or halfling. Felian was examining the fireplace when they both heard a loud squeal from downstairs, and a voice drift up from below. "Hungry, Starbrow? I'd think so. Let's get you something to eat." Felian's eyes met with Fario. We need to hide, now! Fario frantically searched the kitchen and his gaze locked on the pantry door. In there! he thought, and grabbed the handle. It jiggled in his grasp and refused to open. Quick, unlock it! yelled Felian into Fario's mind, glancing over his shoulder. He could hear Abrina's footsteps on the staircase already. Fario fumbled for his tools, inserting them into the pantry lock. He shifted the prongs around within the keyhole, trying to get the tumblers to fall into place. Hurry! The cleric had reached the landing. I am! Fario pulled out a slightly smaller prong and slid the tool in next to the other one last time. He twisted, and the lock clicked. OOC - Open Lock check, +6 against DC 20: rolled 12, failure. Open Lock check, +6: rolled 23, success. Fario silently opened the door, motioning Felian inside. The expected supply of preserved foodstuffs and spices lined the walls of the pantry, with just enough room for the two half-elves to fit, standing face to face. Fario pulled on the door, closing it from the inside and plunging the pantry into darkness. The two held their breaths as they heard a nearby door open and close. They heard Abrina's muffled voice a few times, then silence. You're standing on my foot. Sorry. Let me just... "Ow!" Shhhh! You just stepped on my other foot! I didn't mean to, it was an accident. You did that on purpose. What? I can't see a thing in here, let alone your foot. And stop poking me with your hand. That's not my hand. Oh, you've got to be kidding-- Shhhh! Hear that? What? Shhh. From downstairs came the same loud squeal they had heard before, then nothing. "Okay, let's go," said Felian. "There's a hidden door down there, and we are going to find it. Now, open the door." Fargo grasped the handle and pushed. "Uh, Felian?" Fario put his weight against the door and pushed again, without success. "Yeah?" "It's locked." [/QUOTE]
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