CB's The Sunless Citadel v3.5

Meepo's eyes brighten and, puffing out his petite scaly chest, the kobold gets up with Elyan's aid. Yipping excitedly, Meepo chatters, "O! Great Horned One! Meepo likeses, yes? " The kobold follows after Elyan and Rogue, nattering away to himself with glee.
 

log in or register to remove this ad

Rubbing the smoke from his eyes, Grotzkoshter bends down and rifles through the dead goblin's corpse. In a small foul-smelling rathide belt pouch at the goblin's hip, Grotz finds 24 silver coins. Though round, the silver pieces are crudely minted and bear nary a stamp nor insignia. They have the look of being hammered off a silver ingot and smelted into form without benefit of a distinct mould.
 

Searching by touch (not a pleasant experience), Elyan rifles the goblin corpses of any coin or light equipment before calling Rogue to guide him to the next chamber.
 

Karl quietly stalks about the room, carefully sifting through the debris. The goblins were filthy beasts indeed, and they seemed to have a nasty tendancy to infest dark places. . . like rats. There had to be more somewhere. . . but it seemed like something else was up ahead.

He taps Elyan on the shoulder.

"Ask the kobold."
 

Elyan searches with his fingers, dressing down each oily skinned goblin corpse, and finds one creature with a pouch containing what feels like 27 silver unminted marks, and 1 gp. A second pouch on a second creature contains more of the unminted silver marks, 20 of them along with 4 gold crowns. The third goblin in Elyan's area has a pouch that contains 12 unminted silver marks and a lone gold crown. While all the silver is unminted, the gold is heftier and, rubbing his fingers over each side, Elyan detects the insignia of the Free City on the crown. In addition to the coins and pouches, Elyan finds three saps and his foot rasps against the metal blades of three short swords scattered on the floor about the goblin bodies. The creatures also seem to sport some sort of unpleasant-smelling leather jerkin as armor; judging by the feel of the leather overtunic, however, the leather is thin and the quality of workmanship is poor.

Karl inspects the room where the fourth goblin died, the stench of the room and its contents mingling unpleasantly in his nose with the acrid smoke from the pillared hall beyond the doorway. In addition to scattered bones, bits of dried up flesh and rancid fat dripplings, Karl finds 6 intact javelins, 2 rusty scimitars that look like they might be serviceable if one could find a smith to grind away the rust, two suits of poor-quality but serviceable leather armor, and one suit of spiked leather armor in good repair. A barrel in the corner contains either piss or water, or perhaps a mixture of both.
 

Elyan slips the coins into his pouch, then picks up the swords and saps and stows them in his sack.

"Ugh," he says, "too much weight. And far too much alliteration!"

Then he shrugs and calls Rogue to guide, having placed a hand lightly on Meepo's shoulder.

Arriving in the next chamber, he wrinkles his nose at the smell - already distressingly strong on his hands - and, in response to Karl's question, turns to Meepo.

[sblock=Draconic]"The big one wants to know what's ahead. Where are the goblins likely to be in numbers?"[/sblock]
 

The kobold blinks then shrugs while yipping.

[sblock=Draconic] "Dunno. Meepo no come here. Big deep trap last Meepo know. Gobbo stink thick, though." [/sblock]

Meepo sniffs the air and points back the way the party just came.
 

"He knows nothing of the place, I'm afraid, Karl. He says the stink of goblins is strong here." The bard pauses to smile wryly. "Although I fear we are all of us only too well aware of that!"

"I picked up three short swords and three blackjacks from the corpses back there, as well as some coin. Does anyone either need or want any of the weapons? Or would one of you be prepared to carry them? I'm afraid they're a little too bulky for my taste."
 
Last edited:

Grotzkoshter

Returning back to the former room and back again with the basket of food and keg of ale Grotzkoshter address his companions
What now?
He says, pick up Meepo's rope and smell the air
The air is foul, let's leave the room
 

Kaeleen : Elven Cleric of Corellon Larethian

Kaeleen places Elyan's borrowed dagger in her belt and picks up one of the offered short swords. She swings it a couple of times and then shakes her head. "The balance is all wrong. I don't think I can effectively use it." She drops the short sword and pulls the dagger from her belt. "Which way now? Do we go forward or do we back track and look for a different way?"
 

Remove ads

Top