D&D 5E [IC] Creamsteak's Princes of Elemental Evil

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent spent the whole hour of the rest standing, his back to the wall, eyeing the door. Tension rolled off him in waves. He attempted to calm himself by stroking his latest acquisition, the earthplate armor. He fiddled with straps, caressed the metal, admiring its burnished brown, and enjoying the private joke that made the pristine-in-actual-fact armor appear filthy. Really, the plate was perfect for him. Already he could feel himself growing attached to it, reveling in the plate's cocooning embrace. It was his now. His. Would always be his. Was meant for him. Had always been meant for him. His eyes darkened with possession and malice.

OOC: AC 21 hp 39/44 Equipment: Attuned the earthplate armor

EDIT: I think I just creeped myself out with that description. Must be one too many DV cases at work lately.

 

[Steve Gorak]

OOC: Thaliss cast a alarm as a ritual in front of the door prior to the rest. He has 5hp to recuperate, and will use his hit dice until he gets them all back [roll0] [roll1]

 

[hafrogman]

OOC: Tolan should probably not be leading anything, but my proposal for exploration is to start with this (locked, iirc) door east of M11. Picking or kicking.

 

[Creamsteak]

Piles of firewood are stacked neatly against one wall of this room, and four large copper kettles stand in iron frames above iron fireboxes. Copper tubing in long coils leads from one kettle to the next. Several large wooden casks stand at the south end of the room, and shelves on the eastern wall hold scores of brown bottles sealed with red wax.

There are sixty-five bottles of recently bottled brandy on the shelves.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent picked up a bottle of brandy and examined the label (if there was one). He wondered if the booze was for the monastery's private consumption or if they exported it for sale; had he seen the label before? He put down the bottle and made a circuit of the room, hoping to catch an unsuspecting monk unaware.

 

[Creamsteak]

The label for the liquid is a single golden triangle on a green backing. This room looks like it is often used. Bottles like this were around in both Beliard and Red Larch.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Carradoc paces up and down during the rest, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching in the monastery. He is antsy, concerned about the challenge of the opposition they have faced, but aware that there might be captives still that survive.

When they move again, he falls into line. No one speaks; his companions seem tired. Execept for Dent, who seems crazed, somehow. That can't be good.

He takes one of the bottles in the wine storage. There's some value in these bottles, but they wouldn't be easy to travel. That's a problem to be solved later. For now he is looking to see if any of them seem different than the others, older, or perhaps a different shape.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

"No one's in here, I don't think." Dent moved to exit the brewery. He waited in the hallway near M11 for his colleagues.

 

[hafrogman]

Tolan nods his agreement.

"Yes, I assume even if you are a lunatic cult, you need some way to finance yourselves. Let's push on."

 

[Creamsteak]

It looks like this "brandy" is pretty close to grain alcohol in design. It is strong, but has not been properly flavored or aged. It would likely burn fiercely if ignited. The bottles seem generic and slightly assorted, and were likely not manufactured here.