[PbP] The Heroes of Silleria

[MerakSpielman]

OoC:Er, I have lost track of just how many XP I have (shrugs).

Well, I guess you'll have to start over at 1000 again...

A careful search of the room reaveals mostly over-frozen meat products, but in the NE corner, under perhaps a foot of ice, you see vague shapes that could be something else... was that a glint of gold? It is impossible to tell, especially since the ice is more cloudy-translucent than it is transparent.

 

[silentspace]

OOC: A few pages back Jemal said we had 1735 xp. So we should have 1960 now. I'll update my sheet.

 

[Jemal]

OOC: 1960 Sounds about right, I think... anyone have contradictory numbers?

IC: Michelle walks in and looks down at the stuff frozen under the ice, taping her foot against it and shivering. Moving her somewhat 'less-than-adequately' clothed rear out of the freezer, she shivers some more out in the hallway "Don't suppose anyone has an Ice pick? OR we could just light a fire.. Brrr"

 

[MerakSpielman]

Michelle re-notices the ice picks hanging in the hallway outside the freezer.

 

[silentspace]

"Ye think that mephit was powering this place? Or is it kept cool by magic?" Xendengalis ponders. "Looks like that poor critter's been locked up here for years."

 

[dpdx]

"This is going to sound very uncharacteristic of me, but right now, the meat is probably of more use to us than that gold. Where's those picks?"

Kerith will grab a pick, and chip off a couple pieces of meat, tossing them outside to defrost. If that doesn't thoroughly exhaust him, he'll at least chip at the gold area enough to verify what it is.

 

[Thanee]

"Growing bored yet, Alexi? Or saving your magics?"

Alexi turns to Michelle and nods, smiling faintly. “Yes and no, the spell I prepared would burn our comrades, too, and that is not acceptable. Also, it seemed they didn't really need the help, so yes, I'd rather save them for another time.”

 

[MerakSpielman]

Kerith, you chip off a couple chunks of meat - the ones hanging from the ceiling are easier to get at than the ones in the walls. It's surprisingly easy with the right tools. The meat looks somewhat freezer-burned, but edible enough.

Getting to work on the "gold area," the chips and fracturing of the ice quickly totally obscure the objects. Eventually, you break into a little bubble of open space and survey a tidy pile of treasure:

150cp, 5sp, 40gp, and a set of bronze bracers, embossed with scenes of nobles with bows hunting deer from horseback.

 

[Imerak]

Foran shrugs and walks over to the treasure, thumbing through it. "We can divide the coins later...hmm...these bracers might be magic, want me to take a look?" Without waiting for a response, Foran whispers an incantation and casts detect magic.

 

[MerakSpielman]

The bracers radiate faint transmutation magic.