"Then we might as well pick the cellar. At the least, we can get into and out of it quickly instead of rigging things up with ropes in order to get up there." Alan paused. "Er, if we're taking my vote, that is."
Sirocco says, "I concur, going into the lower floors and working our way up seems to be the best course. However those Chaos beasts will have the high ground on us as we work our way up the stairs. Any of you packing magic? We should try and clear the way ahead as we move up. And that wizard at the top will have some surprises for us a well. Let's not get put in the dead book, eh?"
(After some consideration, I've come to the conclusion that this would be the best time for everyone to gain spell slots back and all new abilities. I know I've been shouting 'short rest' on multiple posts, but this could've been a 'long rest' instead. So go ahead NOW before you go into the dungeon. Reset spells and level up and all that goodness. )
Selytnin feels different. The rest felt good, but somehow he felt more powerful, with magical night he had never felt before. He looks at the rag tag band next to him, nods and says with satisfaction “What a fine time to take the keep!“. Leading the group, he stands expecting the others to follow.
Bradrick, Jim, and Bo stood at the ready, weapons in hand. They nervously eyed Alan and Page, waiting for direction. The humans seemed somewhat reassured by Selythin's confidence and swagger.
Cousin Zenythin hung back, sword drawn as well, but not eager to lead the charge. He waited for someone else to open the cellar door.
It appears the door used to have a lock, but it is now broken, almost hanging off it's hinges. It's still shut, but more like two big pieces of wood lying over a narrow set of stairs leading down into the dark.
(Marching order, from your cues above, looks like Selythin, Alan, Page, Bradrick, Jim Bo, Eovin flying above all them, Ralph Crenshaw, Sirocco, Zenythin) (Whew! You've got a crew. ) (I don't know if Ralph Crenshaw the Dreaming Knight is playing still or not, but technically he's there as well.)
The stairs wind and descend into a largish room with a dirt floor. There are splintered and broken boxes and shelves littering the area. Bits of food, dropped or left as garbage, lie here and there.
"Ohhh! They took all the cheese and wine! Oh no! And the bramble-berry preserves...All the duck eggs...Not to mention all the baking supplies..." Page whined, trying not to start crying again.
There's a large door on the wall across from the stairwell. This one has the lock intact.
Eovin flits toward the lock when no one seems able to open it. "Let me see." She pulls several long (for her) thin pieces of metal out of sheathes on her lower legs and slips them into the lock. "No, this lock might be too big for my tools."
Selythin says with resolve: “there are three chaos beasts within 60 feet of the door. We’ll need to act fast once the door opens. I’m wearing armor, so I’ll lead the charge. Follow closely, and may our weapons strike true.”