D&D 5E CB's Stonefast IC -- COMPLETE

[CanadienneBacon]

The group finished loading the items found in the iron chest into the large oilcloth bag held by Father Spec. After everything was inventoried and either distributed or stored, the five of you head for the westernmost room (Room 9). Two doors appear to access this room; one door is set midway down the west wall of Corridor C, and the other door is on the north wall five feet prior to the terminus of Hallway B.

GM: The door in Corridor C is closest to the group, so that's the door I'll roll with.

Roscoe tested the door to Room 9, but found it was locked. Guran checked the portal for traps, and, finding none, fished out his thieves' tools from his pack and set to work picking the lock. The lock warding the door to Room 9 was old and basic--of the type that Guran cut his teeth on as a youth. He sprang the tumbler and had the door open in no time.

The room's dimensions (15' x 25') were a twin of Room 6, but the contents differed. It was dark in the room, and a small collapsed wooden stage sat along the center of the northern wall. Battered chairs were scattered about the rest of the room. It appeared that this chamber was once used for presentations, or perhaps meetings of some sort.

 

[Forged Fury]

Fulgrim paused, waiting to see if one of the more combat capable members of the party wanted to head in first.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Let's investigate," says Father Spec, making his way inside carefully.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

GM: The room is as described, above. For those of you who want to investigate, let me know where you look.

 

[Forged Fury]

Fulgrim headed over to the stage, wondering if any documents had been left behind in the calamity that had befallen the old dwarf fortress.

OOC: Here's a 1d20. Investigate (Intelligence) is +4, Wisdom (Perception) is +1 [roll0]

 

[Kobold Stew]

Spec joins Fulgrim at the stage, looking under any collapsed pieces of wood, prodding with his mace where he's uncertain.

OOC: [roll0] (or passive 20)

 

[Kobold Stew]

OOC: sweet! natural 20!

 

[Skarsgard]

Colden

Moving in slowly, Colden takes position near the doorway covering the others while they search.

"Watch out for any bees lads!" he warns thems with a wry smile.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Amid the rubble of the ruined stage, Spec finds an intact sealed five-gallon keg of some kind of liquid, if the keg's slosh is anything to go by. The rest of the room is tattered bits of wood and rent pieces of iron. And dust, lots and lots of dust.
[sblock=Fulgrim and Guran]The dwarvish rune for "witbier" is stamped in white lettering on the top of the keg. #smirk[/sblock]

 

[tuxgeo]

"Oho," Guran comments as he observes the keg. "Better to be wit bier than wit-out bier, I say. How aged might this bee? Stonefast fell how long ago?"

Amused by his own assumed cleverness, Guran then starts gathering up bits of rent iron for later examination and possible re-forging. He stows the bits he finds in the bottom of his pack -- the bits that will fit, that is.