[Koboldquest] Delivering the Calzone

Taden still holds the badger, shivering slightly as he looks around the new setting. He gives a glance behind him to the spectacle outside, then back to the rest of the groups, whispering, "I gots bad feeling about this place..."

Drar appears from under Kadan's hood and takes off, fluttering about his master's head, happy to be in a dry place. Kadan is much more cautious. He approaches the nearest door and begins to examine it. He looks for any sort of writing, handles, buttons or the like.

Zort goes to each of the doors, in left-center-right order, peeks in, and tries to listen for anything unusual.

All the doors seem to be regular, without magical markings. However, they are all securely locked.

Miki:
Outside, the storm continues to howl. Betsy, still weak from the stirge attack, appears to be asleep. Target yawns as it skitters about, nervous from the storm. Serk's teeth are chattering loudly again.

Miki glares suspiciously at the various doors still not entirely convinced the room is safe. He yawns.

"So Serk," he says sidling up to her. "Think perhaps you could spare a moment of your time to figuring out where the hell we are?"

Zort, now spotting the doors in the doorways, decides he is more tired than he thought, and plops down on the floor next to the center doorway and closes his eyes.

Kadan, noticing nothing unusual about the doors, goes over to a quiet corner of the room, far away from the rain, and if he's lucky, his companions. He sits on the ground cross-legged, closes his eyes, and slowly begins chanting something underneath his breath. Drar flutters over and lands on the ceiling above. He hangs, the familiar also squeekingunder his tiny breaths, mimicing his master.

*Lok-Nar rubs a bump on each head from the hail, and looks at Betsy with annoyance. How could she sleep through this?*

"Do you need me to open the doors?" Nar calls, shaking his head. They needed to do something to keep them occupied through this storm, otherwise they'd never get tired enough to sleep through the racket.

Serk scratches her head as she studies the rather unspecific map. Betsy looks over her shoulder as if trying to help.

Lok-Nar finds that the doors are very sturdy and hard to break down, and settles down to wait for the hail to pass.

The sound of hissing rain, pounding hail, and howling wind from outside is interrupted only by the occasional loud crack of thunder. Still, this room seems stable enough for the most part. Even when the thunder seems to shake the very ground, not so much as a mote of dust filters down from the ceiling. The doors leading into the tor, however, do show signs of weakness, seeming to tremble with every thunderclap.

Suddenly, in conjunction with a particularly loud thunderclap, all three doors break open at once, falling from their doorways into the room with a great cacophony. Seconds later, the sounds of squeaking fill the air as a pack of rats swrams in from the largest doorway. Betsy moos in agitation at the arrival of these creatures.

Initiative: Zort, Rats, Miki, Kadan, Lok-Nar, Nah'l, Serk, Taden

Cursing under his breath, Miki draws his sword and hits the closest rat.