CB's The Sunless Citadel v3.5

Karl quietly creeps into the room with the smaller of the two dragon fonts and, retrieving the nearest unlit and half-burnt torch, proceeds to light it using flint and steel handed to him by Elyan. Once the torch is lit, Kaeleen is able to more comfortably see to the limits of the flickering torchlight. She immediately spies her backpack two rooms to the south, lying near two other ratty packs on the floor by a greasy cot.

After patiently waiting for light to be provided, Elyan calls for Rogue. The dog steps to his master's side and the pair soon pinpoint the groaning sound as coming from the only cell door of the six that is closed. Testing the windowless door, Elyan finds it to be locked. A large metal padlock hangs from feels like a semi-rusted iron handle.
 

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Karl cocks an eyebrow at the bard's movement. He follows behind Elyan and considers the door as Elyan feels his way around it. As the blind man's hand comes to rest of the padlock, Karl coughs slightly.

"Will you be getting that?"
 

Kaeleen : Female Elf Cleric of Corellon Larethian 2

Kaeleen is very appreciative of the light. Especially when she spots her pack. After retreiving the pack she searches through the other packs for anything of use. Then she follows after the others to check on the door. As Karl and Elyan check the door, Kaeleen stores the rapier in her pack in favor of her own longsword. She checks her other equipment to make sure it is all there.
 

hafrogman said:
Karl cocks an eyebrow at the bard's movement. He follows behind Elyan and considers the door as Elyan feels his way around it. As the blind man's hand comes to rest of the padlock, Karl coughs slightly.

"Will you be getting that?"
Elyan turns around with a grin on his face. "Well," he says, "I could sing to it - but it seems a bit of a tough audience. I mean - I'm good but I'm not that good ... not yet."
 


Kaeleen heads south to grab her pack. Inspecting the contents of her backpack, she finds that while everything is accounted for, it's all in a jumble. Someone has very obviously riffled through her belongings; judging by the smell, a not-very-clean someone. The two other packs are much smaller than hers. One contains a clasped leather journal with a large celtic knot tooled on the front, along with two eagle feathers sharpened as quills, a vial of green ink, and a vial of black ink that has cracked, spilling its contents all over the inside of pack and over the leather journal, and quite recently; when Kaeleen sets the pack down, her fingers come away stained black with ink. The second pack has a pair of breeches, belt, and overtunic for a small-sized creature and perhaps three days' worth of hard tack rations for overland travel. There is, additionally, a bullseye lantern and two pints of oil inside the bottom of the second pack.

With Grotzkoshter keeping a watchful eye to the north and also on Meepo, Karl steps up beside Elyan and fingers the padlock on the exterior of the cell door. Inserting a slim implement into the lock's hole and giving nothing more than jerk and a twist, Karl soon has the lock off the handle. When everyone has readied themselves, Karl pulls open the door. Inside is a young man, bound hand and foot, lying in a fetid pool of reeking urine and, judging by the stains on his pants, his own feces. A brown crockery bowl has been kicked to the side nearest the door, out of which spills a mash of grey maggot-infested gruel. From the abuse the young man has suffered as is evidenced by multiple facial bruises, infected cuts and scrapes, and a puffy left eye, the color of his hair and eyes is absolutely indeterminate. When the door is opened and light is shed into his narrow cell, the human quickly closes his good right eye to ward away the fierce intrusion of torchlight, but groans nonetheless, flopping his head back down onto the dank floor. Whomever has held this young man captive in the cell has stripped him of all accoutrement, save for his pants and a heavily blood-soaked undertunic.
 

Karl steps away from the sight of the human in surprise. It takes a moment for the full impact of the scene to hit him . . . along with the smell. He gags slightly at the odor and considers the prisoner. Not being the most . . . friendly looking person in the world, he backs away a little more, to avoid frightening the man.

He scratches idly at one ear as he looks over the man's injuries, chewing slightly on his bottom lip.

"Our quarry, perhaps?"
 

Elyan steps forward, encouraging Rogue with a gentle pressure on the dog's neck. He kneels beside the young man, ignoring the filth on the floor, and reaches out towards him. He will lay his hand on the prisoner's shoulder and say softly, "I'm Elyan. Don't be afraid. We'll help you. Now, first things first, let's untie these bonds. I'm going to ask one of my friends to help me here. They tell me he looks frightening. I wouldn't know - I've never seen him. But his heart is good, so don't worry."

"Karl? Can you untie him? And Kaeleen - he needs your help."

Elyan remains kneeling at the prisoner's side, his hand resting lightly on the man's arm.
 


Kaeleen : Female Elf Cleric of Corellon Larethian 2

Kaeleen decides to grab the lantern, oil, rations and journal. She places them in her pack. As she heads back north she grabs the other torch from the other sconce near the smaller fountain. Once she is with the others she moves over to the man and checks his wounds.

OOC: Heal check +8.
 

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