Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[taitzu52]

OOC- Yeah, gimme a weapon!

 

[ferretguy]

Hells dwarf, if'n your so ready to kell som'tin..at least have a sword...As he takes his well crafted (but not magical...)short sword and tosses it over to the dwarf,Whereas your breath may kill a man...prob wont do much to whatever made that sound a bit ago...

 

[taitzu52]

Thromgril catches the sword, saying, "Har! Me secret weapons are no longer a secret." The scantily clad dwarf continues to stalk the corridor. His long moustache and jowl hair the only things left to cover his otherwise hirsute, and nekid body. Ready to pounce on anything that didn't arrive in the boat with him, he again, looks for an exit.

 

[Ferrix]

"By the forge..." Derrik mutters under his breath, this whole thing unnerved him, although at least Ackalon got them out of the cell, he'd have to thank him for it after this was over, at least grudgingly. However, his thoughts lingered more on where the elf was, this Daemoria was surely pushing the elf in the wrong directions.

"We should find our equipment before anything else," the dwarf comments, unused to being outside of his armor and without his hammer.

 

[DralonXitz]

As the door opened, Ackalon led his three allies out of the cell. At the suggestion of Derrik, they began searching for the lost equipment. In the dank dungeon, there are a few cages similar to the one the heroes were just locked in. As the party searches, Skarsus spots two doors, one marked with a long streak of blood down the base of it. The one on the left remains completly plain, except for a set of keys stuck into the door.

On further examination, Ackalon notices a halfling passed out in the shadows next to it, carrying a quiver and a belt in his arms. It seems he was headed for the nearby door, but the whiskey's effects took their toll before he arrived...

 

[ferretguy]

Moving a little closer to the haflings unconsious body, Ackalon checks it over...Things are a bit toooo convienent me thinks.... Then he relieves the quiver and belt from the hafling...

 

[taitzu52]

"'Dat belt look f'miliar, Derrik?" asks Thromgril, knowing damn well that it isn't his own, and hoping that their healer will be equipped soon, so he can get to the killing. He puts one of his meaty fingers behind the keyring, and lets the keys fall one by one with a jingle as he runs across them. "Well, lad. Ye gonna 'ave a look see? Or'v I gots'ta do it?"

 

[deadestdai]

Meanwhile, Skarsus puts his ear to the door where the blood comes from to get an idea of what may be inside.

*Listen -1*

 

[DralonXitz]

Meanwhile, Skarsus puts his ear to the door where the blood comes from to get an idea of what may be inside.

*Listen -1*

As Skarsus approaches the door, he places his ear against the door with the streak of blood. From the inside, he hears an occasional screaming, which then quickly dies down. A few seconds later, a maniacal laughter is heard right before the screaming, and Skarsus thinks he might even be hearing a crackling of some kind...

 

[deadestdai]

Raising a hand to gesture silence to the group, Skarsus waves Ackalon over and whispers, Can you check if this door is locked and if it is, get it open? It sounds like someone is being tortured inside. If this is the case, then I intend to free them - they could be of great help to our effort to get out of here.