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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1087012" data-attributes="member: 6294">"Something's Cooking" and "The Ettin's Riddle" (WotC Free Adventures) - Part 3Ignoring the protests of their supposed charge, the adventurers rush through the front door of the cottage.  Except Macwood, who instead rushes around to the back of the building, because that's where the kitchen is."Is anyone here?" Ming Li calls as the group moves into the front hall.  There is no answer, and the adventurers fan out into the different rooms of the cottage's lower storey, looking for any signs of Gendrew or his wife.  Everything appears normal in the hall, the sitting room and the dining chamber.The kitchen, however, is in a shambles.  Pots and pans lie scattered on the floor, and a huge tub of batter seems to have been hurled against one wall, spattering much of the area with the sticky substance.  Macwood, who is in the first to arrive in the room, picks up one of the shattered fragments of bowl and licks a little of the batter off his finger."I think this was going to be cornbread." He looks mournfully at the remains."Interesting." Ming Li's statement makes Macwood brighten, until he realises that her attention is elsewhere, and she is not replying to him remark.  The monk points, "See that chair, wedged under the doorknob?  It appears that someone has been trapped in there."The others - except the halfling - approach the door, Briar going so far as to press his ear to the wood and listen for sounds, but even soft calls to whoever - or whatever - is on the other side elicit no response."Oh, very interesting." Macwood sniffs, picking up another fragment of pot and beginning to scoop up the sticky remains of the batter. "There's an entire tray of cremated muffins in the oven, and you lot are messing around with a door.""You're supposed to be protecting me, remember?" Marble whines from the back door, where she is lurking half-in, half-out of the room. "Not finding some cook.  I paid you.""Be quiet." Elspeth doesn't even turn to face the trader, "Or we'll give you back the money and leave you to look after yourself."Marble quiets, a sulky expression on her face."The most logical explanation is that a robber broke in, beat Gendrew unconscious, then locked him in this other room while robbing the place." Ming Li, "And the cook has not responded to our calls because he is still unconscious.""Yes.  Very logical." Briar nods, then draws his sword and sighs, "So ... shall we see what's actually there?"There are nods of consensus, and a general drawing of weapons.  Despite her earlier analysis, Ming Li is not less quick to ready her staff than the others are to draw their blades.  Logical or not, she has been an adventurer long enough to know that the action is prudent.Taking a deep breath, the monk moves forward, and puts her hand on the chair.  After glancing around to make sure the others are prepared - and that Marble is well out of the way - she pushes the chair aside and twists the handle on the door.Whatever they expected to find in the room, it is unlikely that any of the adventurers envisioned the creature that this action reveals: standing in the middle of a thoroughly wrecked pantry is a humanoid construct made of tin-plate, with kettle-like spouts on it shoulders.  Standing nearly seven feet tall, the bizarre creation has a bulbous, tea-pot like torso and peculiarly elongated arms, each of which ends in a large, almost club-like fist.  Despite its physical resemblance to a number of kitchen utensils, it is clear that the thing would never be able to handle such implements itself: it is built for less subtle purposes than tea and refreshments.A fact that it immediately proves by lunging toward Ming Li, fists raised in readiness to smash her to the ground.</blockquote>

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