Storms of Change, Part 2

[silentspace]

Dunathar wasn't exactly sure if everyone was ready, but with Devan, Adromon, and Zanock by his side, he figured taking a peek through the door couldn't hurt.

Extending beyond the door is a ten foot wide by fifteen foot high darkened corridor, lined with doors. There are three doors on the left and two on the right. Dunathar can just barely make out another doorway at the end of the corridor, just at the limits of his darkvision.

 

[Seonaid]

"Well," Rowyn sighs quietly, "let's get on with it." She moves down the corridor, stopping short of the first door [in the 5' square before the one in front of the door].

 

[GPEKO]

Bert

"Looks like it's some kind of mining operation they have here." Filbert says softly to Manzanita. "Yet it seems calm and deserted. Except for that one guard, of course ... and the snakes, oh never mind..."

Filbert will follow the others, once most of them are in the corridor. He's always listening for something out of place.

 

[silentspace]

Studying the tools, it does indeed look like they were used for some sort of mining or tunneling. Moving their lanterns about, Filbert and Manzanita see that only a few tools on the top layer look like they have been used, then wiped off and replaced in the boxes. The majority of the tools, packed in straw underneath the used tools, look much cleaner, newer, and unused. There is a thin layer of dust on top of the crates, even the few crates that have been opened. The rest of the room is pretty clean except for the neglected mugs and scraps of bread.

 

[Manzanita]

Manzanita

"Perhaps the bandits seized this mine from its legitimate owners, and haven't further used it except as a base. It is curious. All will be revealed in time, I suspect. Before we die, I hope."

 

[Seonaid]

Rowyn turns to look sharply at Manzanita. That's an odd thing to say, she thinks to herself.

 

[silentspace]

Continuing down the corridor...

The first door, on the left, looks small and unimportant. There is no lock on the door. The door opens into a small privy.

The next door, on the right, is more substantial. A successful listen check reveals gruff humanoid voices beyond the door, but they are not clear enough to be understood or even for the language to be identified. Searching the door and its lock reveals nothing. The latch must be tested to determine if the door is locked or not.

 

[Verbatim]

"If these be Hextorites, I'm not to be thinkin' they took this mine peacefully. They only know one way of doing things."

As he pulled his ear away from the door, Dunathar told the others what he heard.

"Well, I guess it is time to get to know the neighbors."

Nodding to Zanock, Dunathar slid the morningstar from its loop on his belt and pointed to the door.

"Get ready all. I'll be opening it on three. One....two...three..."

Placing his hand on the doorknob, Dunathar turned it slowly, hoping it would open quietly.

 

[silentspace]

With morningstar ready, Dunathar reaches out to grasp the door handle. As he turns the latch it clicks, making a sound louder than the stealthy dwarf would have liked. The latch continues to turn - the door is unlocked.

Beyond is a twenty-five by twenty-five foot room, with six bunk beds, three lined up on each side of the room. The room sleeps twelve, but there are currently only three occupants. Two are talking, standing by the bunk to the far left. One is lying down on the middle bunk on the right. They are all half-orcs, and are unarmored, though there are battle axes within easy reach of all.

The half-orcs are startled at your entrance. The one on the right appears to be sleeping.

Surprise Initiative
Filbert
Devan
Adromon
Manzanita
Zanock
Dunathar
Rowyn

 

[Verbatim]

~Thank the Maker they are not all here...~

Seeing the surprised look on the half-orcs' faces, Dunathar knows the time to strike is now and ask questions later.

Rushing towards the guards, Dunathar draws back with everything he has and swings for the creature's arm hoping to break it and render his axe useless.

OOC: Sorry guys..