The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter II

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang contemplates taking out his bow before returning to the prone Simon. He ignores the other items and grabs the key. Walking over to the double doors he inserts said key.

 

[Verbatim]

Ayden sees Trond up ahead on his way to the swamp with his guards, cutting the trip to his smithy short. Seeing the wounded cleric Trond rushes up to him. "What has happened?" he asks frantically, looking Ayden up and down.

Panting heavily from the run and his loss of blood, Ayden fought to regain his breath as he relayed the news to the sheriff and his men.

"Mayor...staff...attacked us...said we knew...too much...have to hurry...others still...trying to...get him..."

Forcing his mind to ignore the throbbing in his side which had joined in with his shoulder, Ayden prayed the sheriff believed him.

 

[Jarval]

Andreas shoot once more for the Mayor, trying to dissuade him from his own archery.

"Hey, can you pick up the pace a little? I'm assuming we want to take Osborne alive, but at this rate someone's going to end up looking like a pin cushion." He grumbles to Calenthang.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang turns his head on the human with an ironic look and turns back to the problem at hand, shaking his head in condescending amusement.

 

[Majin]

Trond doesn't know what to believe, but taking the cleric's dire condition into consideration he and the rest of the group obviously needed his help. He motioned for his men to follow him and rushes towards the mayor's house as fast as Ayden can keep up.

Calenthang feels the satisfying give from the tumbler as the door unlocks and swings open. It opens into what appears to be the auditorium for the old theatre. This auditorium has a 50-foot high painted ceiling and a well-polished dance floor. A stage rises 5 feet above the main floor on the east end of the room. The stage curatins are shut and its beautiful purple curtains depict the twin masks of Comedy and Tragedy. To your immediate left is a door, above which a sign read "Ticket Office."

Osborne ducks behind the banister as Andreas' arrow flies over his head.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang enters the theater with an air of victory. He takes a few moments to look about the beautiful architecture and figures the Ticket Office as good as any place to start his search for Applebottom.

 

[Verbatim]

As the Sheriff nodded to his men to accompany Ayden to the mayor's house, Ayden forced his legs to carry him once more.

~Uncle give me strength...~

 

[Majin]

Calenthang's air of victory is somewhat stolen from him as one moment he is walking through the door and the next finds the floor rushing up to meet his face as he trips over a cleverly concealed trip wire. Outside those party members looking up at Osborne hear a quiet tinkling sound as the mayor turns sharply behind him, and mutters something before turning back to the ones still outside, obviously trying to decide what to do next.

Thankful no one was around to witness him in an undignified position Calenthang picks himself up and enters the ticket office. Inside it appears to be nothing more than a stockroom now. Shelves are stocked with dry goods from floor to ceiling. Crude stone stairs on the eastern wall spiral downwards, and an open door to the north leads to what appears to be a kitchen.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang laughs to himself concerning halflings and their silly antics. He decides to try the open door first, a little bit more wary of trip wires and the like.

 

[Majin]

The kitchen is exceedingly clean and well stocked with gleaming copper pots hanging from hooks. A set of six meat cleavers is stuck into a block of wood mounted on the wall. There is another door to the north.

Ayden, with Trond and guards in tow arrive outside the gate to the mayor's house at this time. Trond has not yet entered to see the carnage wrought by the fight thats taken place there, so Ayden has a chance to relay anything else to Trond before proceeding.