Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

covaithe

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• Aug 10, 2008

• #511

The room to the south of the rotunda is another lushly carpeted room, this time in a pale pink hue. There are several upholstered chairs with covers embroidered in flower patterns. The chairs are visibly warped and cracked.

There is a door to the west.

 

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Trouvere

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• Aug 10, 2008

• #512

"Sae back thaur they played at darts an' cairts, in haur th' leddies sat of an evenin', an' in atween they contemplated th' end ay th' warld. Streenge fowk, if ye ask me," Gildrim observes. "Oan we go."

 

covaithe

Explorer

• Aug 11, 2008

• #513

The westward door opens, revealing a utilitarian room lined with shelves full of dishes: china plates, cups, and saucers of every description. The floor too is littered with broken china. In addition to the shelves, there is one large cupboard with a prominent keyhole.

There is another door to the west.

ooc: I think that's the direction you guys are intending to go, yes?

 

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Trouvere

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• Aug 11, 2008

• #514

"We havenae been sae quiet sae far, but if Ah gae trampin' throu haur, everythin' in th' hoose will ken Ah'm haur!" Gildrim mutters, with an eye on the fragments underfoot.

 

Halford

First Post

• Aug 12, 2008

• #515

"Gildrim my friend I think that particler oceanic conveyance 'as buggered off already." Says Erf moving forward into the room and using one of the sticks to carefully sweep the china to the side making a path for the sake of Fenenn's bare paws.

Finally he moves over and tries the cupboard door.

[sblock=OOC] If anyone is really that concerned about noise just let me know and I'll edit, but I to think that ship has sailed...[/sblock]

 

covaithe

Explorer

• Aug 12, 2008

• #516

It doesn't take long to clear a narrow path through the broken crockery, though the process is not quiet. The cabinet door doesn't budge at Erf's tug; it is locked.

 

Trouvere

Explorer

• Aug 12, 2008

• #517

"Mebbe we'll juist fricht them aw awa." Gildrim kicks his way through the crockery. "Staund back, Ah've a knack fur locks," he says, with a twinkle in his eye. "Ready?" He lines himself up carefully and takes a swing at the cupboard with his sword.

OOC: damage 1d8+3=11 (if that doesn't do it, two more rolls of 10, 8)

 

Halford

First Post

• Aug 12, 2008

• #518

Erf steps aside giving a theatrical bow as he does so and chuckling.

"Ah, I had always heard tell of the skilled craftsmenship of the Dwarven people, a pleasure to see it in action!"

Fenenn lies down and waits for the crashing to stop.

 

covaithe

Explorer

• Aug 12, 2008

• #519

The cupboard buckles, and with Gildrim's second blow, crumples inward, spilling a torrent of antique silverware onto the china-encrusted floor. The shelves sway dangerously, dishes dancing close to the edge but somehow failing to fall.

A quick look at the silverware is enough to determine that it is made from real silver, and, though tarnished with age, would not be cheap.

 

Trouvere

Explorer

• Aug 12, 2008

• #520

"Aye, weel, Ah'll leave th' tender workin' ay wid tae gnomes frae th' forest, an' tae th'... tae ither fowk. But silver's a fine sicht ony day. This will polish up juist fine. It wad be a shame tae let it sit haur uncared fur, dae ye nae think?"