Airwalkrr's Greyhawk: The Forgotten Depths of Kulkanor IC

[Voda Vosa]

"Fine" grumphs the dwarf. "But I want a bigger share of coins if yer doin' thin's yer way. If dis dirty lizards attacks us from behind, I'll have to have som' mor' coin dan di fools that le dem live." States the dwarf.

 

[possum]

Thamior quickly raises his hand in the air, intent on trying to silence the dwarf's complaining to focus on the new breeze, but to no effect. The elf moves towards where he believes the source to be, and moves his hands along the rock, looking for any seams or anything else that would suggest a hidden door.

 

[Kobold Stew]

[sblock="ooc"]So -- just catching up --
1. What's happened to the surviving kobolds? They've scampered off? They're still cowering?
2. We've taken the jewels and the silver and weapons to split equally, with Muzdum carrying the coppers?[/sblock]

Kit is interested as Thamior runs his fingers along the rough stonework of the wall, but keeps an eye out ahead in case anything bursts into the room.

 

[airwalkrr]

[sblock=OOC]The kobolds are still cowering. They appear deathly afraid to do anything else.[/sblock]

As Thamior runs his hands along the wall, he notices two things: curved scratches on the floor where it appears a door might swing out and grooves within the masonry. He thinks he feels a catch within the grooves. If he pulls, he expects the wall to open out into the room.

 

[possum]

Feeling the catch, Thamior grasps it and slowly tugs at it, trying to open the hidden door.

 

[airwalkrr]

Without much effort, the door opens, revealing a 3 meter by 3 meter room. The air is stale here, as there are no other exits. Sitting in the center of the room is a short, narrow object, perhaps 40 centimeters high. It is covered by a burlap sack.

 

[HolyMan]

"Lo..lo..look," Hanon starts to stutter out. "We ca..ca..can use that as a cell." He finishes gesturing at the small room with his torch.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Aye, perhaps," says Kit, uncertain of the need for one. "But it may be a trap, or perhaps a private shrine. Stand ready, friends," he says, as he pokes the object with his ten-foot pole. If it's solid and not moving, he'll see if he can pull of the burlap bag to reveal what's underneath.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"We could have just sent the kobolds in a look what happened..." suggests the dwarf.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Valeska sighs. "I'll ask again. Can anyone speak with the kobolds?"

She reaches over to hold the kobolds firmly.