Malvoisin's Savage Tide, Act 1 - There Is No Honor

Rhun · Apr 5, 2007

Anar turns back to the door. He licks his lips, takes a deep breath, and then grabs hold of the door and yanks it open, ready to spring away from any danger.

Malvoisin · Apr 5, 2007

Rhun said:
Anar turns back to the door. He licks his lips, takes a deep breath, and then grabs hold of the door and yanks it open, ready to spring away from any danger.

Despite Anar's pull, the door resists being opened. The handle turns easily in the rogue's hand, so it doesn't seem to be locked. Rather, it seems the door is stuck...or perhaps barred from the other side? In any case, it does seem that an application of brute strength will be in order to force it open.

Rhun · Apr 5, 2007

Anar turns back to his companions. "Chongo, I am in need of your strength! This door doesn't want to open."

Malvoisin · Apr 5, 2007

Rhun said:
Anar turns back to his companions. "Chongo, I am in need of your strength! This door doesn't want to open."

Chongo responds to Anar's request immediately, diving into the water, and swimming powerfully across the pool to join the rogue in the short passageway on the other side.

The barbarian grabs the handle of the door, and pulls hard for a full minute, the muscles of his arms and chests bulging as he exerts his prodigious strength. When the door doesn't budge, Chongo ceases his exertions, and draws forth his axe.

"Stuck all right. You want Chongo to chop it down?"

Rhun · Apr 5, 2007

Anar takes a couple of steps back away from the door. "Sure, chop it open." The rogue readies himself to draw a weapon should anything untoward lurk behind the portal.

Legildur · Apr 5, 2007

Bael watches from the safety of his dry position as Anar and Chongo work at the door. Taking a quick mental tally of his magical stocks, he double checks his longbow to make sure the string is serviceable and that arrows are at hand.

Voadam · Apr 6, 2007

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stonegod said:
"Do it! If thar be a way outta thar, it do be better than a swimm'n!"

"The last pool held silver for sharp eyes to find while the dry areas have . . . oh wait, you can swim can't you?"

stonegod · Apr 6, 2007

Voadam said:
"The last pool held silver for sharp eyes to find while the dry areas have . . . oh wait, you can swim can't you?"

The old man looks at the elf with slitted eyes. "Th' water be fer boats, elf, not fer old men. I'va spent enough'a time in th' drink fer m'life already." He turns back to those on the far shore, trying to ignore the current beneath them.

Malvoisin · Apr 6, 2007

While Chongo sets to hacking through the sodden door with his axe, Keoni paddles over to join he and Anar in the hallway.

In its semi-rotted state, the door sdoesn't hold up for long against Chongo's powerful axe blows. The door splinters, and the trio in the corridor pull away the rotting planks to reveal a ten by ten foot room beyond, just visible in the light from the sunrod across the pool.

The smell in this chamber is horrific, a cloying stink of rotten meat rising from the bloated, seeping body slumped in the middle of the floor. The corpse's dark, almost black flesh bulges against its armor, ready to burst at the slightest touch. An intricate tatoo of a dragon clutching a flower is barely visible on his shoulder against the diseased flesh, and clutched in one hand is a crumpled scroll.

stonegod · Apr 6, 2007

Col cranes his head to and fro, eyeing across the pool as best he can. He looks askance at the water, then calls, "What you be find'n? A way out? Search 'ard!"