Feint Whispers Chapter #5: The Excavation

[Mirth]

jericho moves towards Tarowyn's side, "Oooh nice key elfy, any idea where it goes?"

"No idea," Tarowyn says as he begins rubbing his shoulder and back, groaning, "I'm still achy, though. You mind picking it up there, big guy?"

 

[Tokiwong]

"No idea," Tarowyn says as he begins rubbing his shoulder and back, groaning, "I'm still achy, though. You mind picking it up there, big guy?"

Jericho dismounts, and picks up the key looking it over, "Interesting, well wee man, lead the way to the cellar..."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Originally posted by Tokiwong
"Interesting, well wee man, lead the way to the cellar..."

Norri gives a salute and clambers down the other side, carefully forging a path to the cellar. He keeps his eyes peeled for any other nasty surprises.

 

[Mirth]

Bhartus passes Tarowyn a potion of healing. "Get thou healed long-ear. And no running ahead!"

Seeing that nothing untoward has befallen Jericho upon picking up the keys, Tarowyn gives an inner sign of relief. Turning to Bhartus, he hands back the potion of healing, "Thanks, priest, but I have my own healing draughts. Save this one, for you will probably need it to save the D'orite later." Then the elf draws out a potion of cure light wounds from his satchel and downs it in one fast gulp, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. "Lead on, Pinky," he says to Norri.

 

[jasamcarl]

Tarowyn's sore spots begin to heal after gulping down the magical liquid.

Tarowyn regains 9.

The party approaches the cellar. Detecting no traps or other impediments, Norri unlocks the cellar door. Light shines down on worn floor cobble to reveal several figures; one short, stocky male human with black hair along with three women covered in worn brown leather rags. The man squints upwards at the light. "Thank the gods!!! You slew the janitor!!!" He breaks out in a forced, somewhat desperate laughter.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho raises a brow, "Who is ye, don't be thanking us yet, someone detect if they are evil, cause if they is, me blade got a few more victims to take!"

 

[Krug]

Jericho raises a brow, "Who is ye, don't be thanking us yet, someone detect if they are evil, cause if they is, me blade got a few more victims to take!"

"That'll be a waste of a spell," says Bhartus. "Anyway, if they be undead, they probably won't make jokes."

Bhartus approaches the four and examines them for wounds, starvation or other signs of fatigue with his healing skill.

 

[Tokiwong]

"That'll be a waste of a spell," says Bhartus. "Anyway, if they be undead, they probably won't make jokes."

Bhartus approaches the four and examines them for wounds, starvation or other signs of fatigue with his healing skill.

Jericho grumbles, "Ahh well, at least vanquished some evil, have to keep my status as the greatest D'orite adventurer alive going you know! Once we rescue these peasants, I say we hit the tavern for some good ol' fashioned drinking, Jericho style!"

Jericho mounts Saladin, and looks around the area, still wary of more otherwordly nasties.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Aye.. we should be getting them to safety afore we continue on?"

 

[jasamcarl]

In response to Jericho's doubt, the man crawls up the stairs on all fours so that his head is close to the warrior boots, "No, no, sir. We be good people. I be Drasik. I come here for work, sir. The garrison needed a blacksmith. But Lord Hurazrod be turnin' to evil after I arrived. He be finding something under the keep that corrupted him and he started making with fould creatures like that janitor Wretch. He sacraficed we good folks to those horrors and raised the bodies as servants!!! Then the paladins came and attacked the Lord and his army. Me and these servant wenches here run for the woods to avoid the fighting, but Wretch caught us as he and the dead were collecting wood. After the paladins left, he returned to the keep and began digging for gold and evil, but he only found some treasure. It is in the bottom of the cellar, sirs. Please take it!!! That wee fiend was going to sacrafice us to his masters!!!" The women are gently sobbing. The glint of gold is apparent on the floor around their feet.

Drasik seems completly sincere.