CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk ALPHA Game (ToEE)

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign

"Yes, you are correct, Sir, and again I apologize for my waste of our "unit's" resources with a headstrong and foolish maneuver. That never even entered my mind at the time because my anticipation was either to emerge unscathed, or not to emerge at all. But, all of this is now immaterial. Let us continue our exploration, please?"

 

[Rhun]

Coraine isn't a dwarf, Leif

 

[Leif]

Of course he isn't!

 

[Rhun]

The next chamber contains a stonework fireplace in th west wall, three battered old chairs, and a trio of cots. Several old cloaks and such hang from pegs on the wall, none of which appear to be of any value. The room is currently not occupied.

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign

OOC: Are the cots for roughly human-sized occupants, or larger? Trevor will feel the cloaks to see if there is anything in any of the pockets.

 

[Legildur]

Kurt rubs his chin. "The next door?" he asks, gesturing with his hand, as he sees no other straightforward alternative.

 

[Rhun]

The cots appear to be for roughly human-sized occupants. Trevor's diligence is rewarded as he searches each rough, dirty cloak: in one he finds a hidden pocket concealing three platinum pieces!

 

[Rhun]

XPs and Loot updated in Rogue's Gallery

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign

Trevor smiles broadly as he pulls three platinum pieces from a hidden pocket in one of the cloaks. "I guess we need to distribute THIS weight evenly as well," he says as he hands one platinum piece to Kurt, one to Coraine, and puts the last in his own pocket.

 

[Rhun]

You find yourselves in a chamber that may have once served as a reception room or council chamber of sorts. Bits of once rich wall coverings still dangle here and there, and a once fine hardwood sideboard is centered along the north wall. Atop it are an assortment of dirty dishes, a cask of beer, and some stale bread and cured meat. The entire length of the west wall is lined with piles of bedding, divided into eight pallets. A small font in the northwest corner still trickles a sulphurous smelling water into a stone basin.

The room is empty of occupants.

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