Strahd's "RttToEE" CLOSED

[s@squ@tch]

Lenuran of Lortmills, Bard 4, Hp: 24/24

The little gnome cocks his head and chuckles as the elf rambles off some phrases,"Dare I say, those are somewhat half-baked?"

"On a serious note, in the first rise of the temple, Lareth the Beautiful was the master of this moat house -- up until this point, I can't say for sure that we've found the current master of this place. Of course, the blue dragon was a worthy adversary, but it had trapped the gnolls and such inside, so it was definitely not in league with the gnolls. Besides the odd cleric and undead corpse walking around, I have to think that the current master still awaits us."

"Once you all are finished with these distasteful excuses for bedding, we should go check out those three doors in the room we just came from.". Lenuran says while holding his nose.

 

[DEFCON 1]

At the Kid's and Lenuran's snide but well-humored jabs at his ideas, Ithiken gets all haughty and sniffy. "Hrmph! You're only rhyming the second syllable... you didn't rhyme with 'turkey' as well like you're supposed to."

He turns and walks around the room doing just cursory inspections while waiting for the group to finish up and then continue on.

 

[stonegod]

OOC: The Kid is taking 20 on search. Let me know what he finds if any.

 

[Rhun]

Korbryn merely shakes his head and remains quiet, watching (as usual) for any signs of danger.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Scrabbling around the straw beds and the clothes that lie on the floor, the Kid finds only fleas and remains of rotting food.
The weapons that lie on the ground are in bad shape and covered with corrosion.
Standing on guard, Korbryn spies several beetles and small mice rummage the pile of feces.

 

[Rhun]

"There be nothin' 'ere," says Korbryn. "Let us continue on."

 

[s@squ@tch]

Lenuran of Lortmills, Bard 4, Hp: 24/24

"Lets head back to the prior room and check out one of the three doors."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Returning to the smelly room with the three doors, Beetles and mice flee from the light torch in panic as you glance at the wooden doors.
Beneath the northern door you spot a murky puddle, urine mixed with dirty water.
The southern door is cracked and furrowed. Maybe some one in the past nailed his weapon in frustration into the door.

 

[Rhun]

Korbryn nods at The Kid to check the doors, and stands ready with his blade. Should some foe burst forth, the dwarven warrior will be there to meet them.

 

[stonegod]

The Kid looks at the doors and sighs his fate. He checks the south one first for traps, opening it, moving his way north. Slowly.