New Heroes Arise IC

[doghead]

"I somehow doubt he knows the proper forms," says Cel casually sitting down on anything convenient, "And I hate getting my toes stepped on." A beat. "Is he guarding something worth having?"

Hoegor stretches out his back. He had forgotton that the new arrivals have seen nothing of what lies below. And he hadn't been particularly clear, he realises.

"An underground complex of some sort. The troll's room is off to one side of a passage that continues into the complex. We only got a few hundred feet in, to a junction with two passages leading off and doors at both ends of those. The troll is, I suspect, some form of guard. Those that live below probably release it to pound any not welcome. And we would fit into that catagory I think."

As Hoegor speaks he abscently scratchs a map of what he is describing into the dusty ground.

 

[Thels]

"Evidently, Sir William of Hilgarn has pinpointed this complex as being the source of the storm that's been covering the landscape." Deirdre adds. "We were sent here to investigate the matter, but alas, half our group got struck with sickness, severely reducing the effords we can apply. On another matter, did either of you seen anything out of the ordinary when travelling nearby this complex?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Cel shrugs. "The rain, apparently, although at first I thought that it was just precipitation, rather than something that could be traced to this complex."

Cel thinks for a moment at the location of the troll. "So he can't get out on his own, yes? And he's in a underground chamber, yes?" Cel seems to be enjoying the exercise in thought. "Have you considered smoking him out? I expect he breaths air like everyone else, and not ash."

 

[Thels]

"I doubt it'd work." the paladin replies. "The doors are pretty sealed and there's no draft into the room (OOC: or is there?), so we're more likely smoking ourselves keeping the fire up than the Troll."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Hmm. What's the complex like? Stone? Wooden supports? Could one simply cause a localized cave-in?" Cel seems to be thinking aloud. To think, all that work as an arsonist comes to use hundreds of miles from home in the rain.

Knowledge: Architecture +3, if relevant.

 

[Pyrex]

"A cave-in 'd be makin it hard t' get to the other side."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Didn't you say he was off the main passage?" Cel draws in the dry dirt with his toe.

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"Or is it just a door, rather than a corridor, off the main passage?"

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"If the second, I see what you mean. So the worry is that they'll open the door if you go in, leaving the troll at your backs?"

 

[Thels]

"Yes, something like that." Deirdre continues, "Also, consider that the troll is at the top level. If a collision doesn't go as planned, and we've already experienced that the roofs around here aren't very solid, then we might actually set him free which is not that desirable. Things would be fine if it were one long corridor, but we already came upon a crossing during the scouting of yesterday.

 

[Jemal]

*Just so everyone's clear, YES it is a fairly sealed iron door, and yes it is just a door to the side of the corridor, not a passage off to the side.*

As you're talking, Something suddenly seems wrong. You realize it's the sound of rain.. it's gone. A minute later there is a large flash of light, and a crash of deafening thunder. Almost immediately thereafter, it begins to snow.

OOC: don't feel like I'm trying to rush you, I just felt like stepping the problem up a notch.

 

[Thels]

OOC: The problem is not how well the door is sealed, we're already assuming it can't get out on it's own account (It probably would have long ago, if it could). The problem is someone else freeing it, while we're down there, which is not that hard to imagine.

Looking up at the sky, Deirdre extends one hand, waiting for a few of snowflakes to dwarrel down on her hand. Looking down at the melting snow running through her fingers, she wonders if there's something more to this than meets the eye.

OOC: Detect Evil.