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[turtle]

Arthael turns to Jack and Danmor...

Just bash it with your mace or sword!

He turns to Ponulia...

If that is ok....

 

[Jack Haggerty]

"Keep your pants clean, mageling," Jack mutters as he considers the lock on the door. "My father's a blacksmith, not a locksmith, Dan. He could open that lock, but I doubt anyone would be able to close it again... Ponulia, you wouldn't happen to know where a spare key for this lock might be found?"

 

[Mark]

Ponulia looks crestfallen. She bows her head for a moment and remains silent. Finally she manages some words. "I suppose that Father might be upset if we destroyed the door. He's spending a lot of money on repairing this place and hopes that it will become a steady second income for us. If I were to rush home and check, I know he keeps some spare keys on a ring in his desk. Perhaps one of them will work this lock and we will be able to gain access to what lies beyond…"

She trails off and the three adventurers have a moment to drink in the beauty of this young woman. The darkness of the warehouse deepens the blackness of her hair giving it an almost bluish sheen. Falling down over her shoulders, it contrasts her lightly, tanned skin. Her lips, pouting slightly with frustration, quivers with each utterance and a spasm briefly wracks her frame as she wards off another bout of tears. Slowly, Ponulia slips off of the crate on which she has perched and moves toward the exit of the warehouse.

In the silence of the room a slight, skittering sound is heard from the far side of the locked door. A subtle scraping that could be anything from the careful moving of a small object across a floor, a shoe, a keg, a…

"Damn the keys! Break it down!"

 

[turtle]

Arthael is the first to "put the boot in"


(Str check?)

 

[Jack Haggerty]

Jack shrugs, "Right, then." Without further ado or ceremony, he steps up to the door, waves aside the scrawny wizard and gives it a good strong kick.

OOC: Roll for the first kick. If that doesn't work, he'll Take 20 to knock it in.

 

[Lichtenhart]

Danmor springs in the best position to help the others, trying to use something as a lever.

OOC: I'll just Cooperate with whoever rolls the check. If it doesn't work I'll just offer my morningstar to Jack who I think is the best suited for this work.

 

[Mark]

Arthael gives the door a swift kick but it doesn't budge. Moving to the fore, Haggerty joins him at the door and throws his shoulder in, even as Danmor is shoving on a weaker looking spot, where the wood seems rotted, and the portal gives way. The thin metal bindings that must have been more ornamental than structural bend away from the splintering wood and the bulk of it comes loose from its hinges and frame falling to the floor within the room beyond.

It would appear the meager cleaning attempts that were applied to the outer room weren't even attempted in this one. Piles of long forgotten cargo, broken crates, split barrels, and miscellaneous refuse lie all around. A heavy dust clings to everything and by what little light is seeping in from this vantage point, no sign of the chandler (or any other being) can be seen. No creature is viewed either, leaving the adventurers wondering what might have made the sound they had recently heard…

 

[Lichtenhart]

OOC:Here are the posts from temporary forum

Originally posted by Jack Haggerty
Keeping watch on the dilapidated storeroom, Jack speaks over his shoulder to the others, "Could someone go get some light? I want to see what we have in here."

Originally posted by Lichtenhart
Dan looks at the dusty room and then turns back at Ponulia with with embarassment painted on his face.
"I'm afraid we just broke in for nothing. It probably was a mouse."
He will look if he can get more light into the room, and if he can't he'll look for some footprint in the dust in this side of the room and for anything that could have caused the noise they heard.
I don't really see the point in locking all this stuff in. They could just trow everything into the river. There's something strange. And I definitely still got that feeling!

OOC:I'm glad reapersaurus got in. I've got Arim's stats saved if he want to look at them (and tweak them, perhaps, it shouldn't be a problem.)
Jack, if you have your full equipment you should have a lantern. Danmor didn't grab his at the temple. Mark, isn't there a window or something?

 

[turtle]

Unfortunately I don't have a Light spell prepared... He says apologetically...

Crow comes and sits on Arthael's shoulder and he Searches the room...

 

[Lichtenhart]

At Arthael's words, Danmor slaps his forehead and, if he hasn't found another way to bring light, he will take the mace from his belt, and start to murmur a prayer: "Domine Custos, suscipe deprecationem meam et dona nobis lucem.". As he touches his pendant his weapon will begin to shine, at first as a candle, then as a torch. When he turns back at Arthael he is a little puzzled by the crow. "Is it yours?"

OOC: Sorry, I forgot which spells I prepared. It won't happen anymore. Oh and yes, that's latin. I like using it for divine verbal components, but if you don't I'll edit it out. It says "O Lord Guardian, please listen to my prayer and bring us Light."