Turn 6.4 The Discoverers.
Ten minutes later the place has been ransacked, they’ve all made a fair few discoveries.
Grand Alf searches the first chamber on the left; it turns out to be a bunk room for the Goblin guards. He finds some money- mostly copper and silver.
“No…” He grins at the five silver pieces in his hands, “nothing here.”
Rifles another bunk, discovers a pouch of copper coins.
“No… Nothing here too.” He dances a little, honestly that’s all it takes to make him happy.
“Don’t come in here”, he calls out, “nothing to see here.”
He giggles to himself.
Dartamor, Jerky and Saradomin take a look in the first chamber on the right, it’s a rudimentary still, it seems the Goblins in the short pants were mashing a bunch of fungus in a tub to make their homebrew- it looks rank.
Saradomin waits for the other two to lose interest and wander out of the chamber, then quickly sticks his head under the spigot, gives it a twist, gets a mouthful of distilled Fungi.
“HA HOOO HAAAR HUMMMMMM.”
He makes noises and pecks the air, then lifts one leg, stamps the ground a few times, his whole face set in some sort of rictus death mask pose throughout the proceedings.
“Smooooth.”
He hides a bottle of the foul brew away for later.
“Bless you St. Cuthbert. Bless you Lord.”
Aleso, in the second chamber on the right is confronted by a sight straight out of his nightmares; a Dire Rat is strapped to a wooden bench, amidst the chaos of a lunatic’s laboratory. The wretched creature sprouts twig-like growths from open wounds.
The Paladin reacts instantly, slays the creature and sets to destroying the room’s contents before Grand Alf can get a look at them, Pelor knows what the Sorcerer will make of it.
Dartamor and Jerky head into the second chamber on the left, it’s a repair shop, mostly for leather armour, and ahem… undergarments. Jerky does what he can to improve his reconstituted armour, garnered from a dead Goblin previously.
“Is he always like that?”
“Yep, worse sometimes- I think it’s the sandwiches.” Dartamor answers.
“What sandwiches?”
“Magic Smash- sorta peanuty, actually very peanuty.”
Jerky looks a little confused.
“Magic Smash- never heard of it.”
“Me neither, we Elves like Jam- nature’s bounty, the ambrosia of the Gods, actually Correllon has the widest selection of Jams and Conserves known to Oerth, there’s Blueberry, Loganberry, Nickberry, Cherryberry, Appleberry, Plumberry, Damsonberry, Tangberry, Shuffleberry, Hallyberry, Flinchberry, Chuckberry…”
Jerky gets out of the room as quickly as he can, Dartamor continues to name the holy Jams of the Elves, oblivious.
“Hey.” Saradomin shouts.
Followed by…
“Hey.” Grand Alf calls.
Grand Alf has entered the final chamber on the left, there’s a door, fairly ordinary looking.
Saradomin meanwhile has entered the last chamber on the right, empty except for a huge rift in the far wall, the remains of some tectonic shift; a narrow passage leads away, high walls, a huge crevasse.
The Priest casts a Light spell on a stone and throws it as far as he can, dripping wet walls, the rift heads off into darkness.
Dartamor, Jerky and Aleso enter the chamber behind Saradomin, Bernard haunts the shadows.
“Grand Alf”, Aleso calls, “this way.”
The Sorcerer stops, his hand touching the door, about to open it, he thinks about it, then turns tail and heads over to the others.
Thirty seconds later the gang have squeezed into the rift and are heading along it, cautious like.
About fifty or sixty feet down there’s a paved secondary passage Aleso, Dartamor and Jerky head down it, it ends in a door, which is stuck. Aleso leans on it a while, it bursts open and the three find themselves in an almost empty chamber, dark and dirty.
In the centre is a statue of a Dragon, bearing an empty tray in its mouth, obviously something is meant to sit on the tray, on display.
The trio set about prodding, pulling, shoving and pushing various parts of the statue.
“How does it work Dartamor?”
The Rogue continues to circle the statue looking for a mechanism, “I don’t think it does.”
“That can’t be…”
Aleso gets a little more physical, all to no avail, actually the Paladin breaks off one of the dragons teeth, nothing happens.
“It’s broken. One of its teeth is missing” Saradomin makes the discovery.
Aleso hides the tooth away, it wasn’t him, “Damn, that was probably the missing element.”
Outside Grand Alf, Saradomin and, of course, Bernard, discover a passage heading in the opposite direction, it leads back into the first chamber, the one where they were attacked by Balsag, sorry Bernard.
The threesome head on, further down the rift, which ends in a natural cavern, strange there’s a glowing light coming from a roughly circular hole in the cavern wall, actually as they light up the chamber, there are lots of holes in the chamber walls, it’s like being inside a huge block of cheese.
But only one with a light down it.
“Hellloooooooooooooooooooooooo.”
Grand Alf leans into the cavity.
Tries to see inside.
“I said, hellooooooooooooooooooo.”
His whole head is inside, he’d climb in if he thought he’d fit, but he doesn’t.
“Nope, dunno, nothing in there, it must be some sort of natural phenoma-noma-noma-nom-nom… Nom.”
WHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH.
Next Turn: Bar-B-Q.
Ten minutes later the place has been ransacked, they’ve all made a fair few discoveries.
Grand Alf searches the first chamber on the left; it turns out to be a bunk room for the Goblin guards. He finds some money- mostly copper and silver.
“No…” He grins at the five silver pieces in his hands, “nothing here.”
Rifles another bunk, discovers a pouch of copper coins.
“No… Nothing here too.” He dances a little, honestly that’s all it takes to make him happy.
“Don’t come in here”, he calls out, “nothing to see here.”
He giggles to himself.
Dartamor, Jerky and Saradomin take a look in the first chamber on the right, it’s a rudimentary still, it seems the Goblins in the short pants were mashing a bunch of fungus in a tub to make their homebrew- it looks rank.
Saradomin waits for the other two to lose interest and wander out of the chamber, then quickly sticks his head under the spigot, gives it a twist, gets a mouthful of distilled Fungi.
“HA HOOO HAAAR HUMMMMMM.”
He makes noises and pecks the air, then lifts one leg, stamps the ground a few times, his whole face set in some sort of rictus death mask pose throughout the proceedings.
“Smooooth.”
He hides a bottle of the foul brew away for later.
“Bless you St. Cuthbert. Bless you Lord.”
Aleso, in the second chamber on the right is confronted by a sight straight out of his nightmares; a Dire Rat is strapped to a wooden bench, amidst the chaos of a lunatic’s laboratory. The wretched creature sprouts twig-like growths from open wounds.
The Paladin reacts instantly, slays the creature and sets to destroying the room’s contents before Grand Alf can get a look at them, Pelor knows what the Sorcerer will make of it.
Dartamor and Jerky head into the second chamber on the left, it’s a repair shop, mostly for leather armour, and ahem… undergarments. Jerky does what he can to improve his reconstituted armour, garnered from a dead Goblin previously.
“Is he always like that?”
“Yep, worse sometimes- I think it’s the sandwiches.” Dartamor answers.
“What sandwiches?”
“Magic Smash- sorta peanuty, actually very peanuty.”
Jerky looks a little confused.
“Magic Smash- never heard of it.”
“Me neither, we Elves like Jam- nature’s bounty, the ambrosia of the Gods, actually Correllon has the widest selection of Jams and Conserves known to Oerth, there’s Blueberry, Loganberry, Nickberry, Cherryberry, Appleberry, Plumberry, Damsonberry, Tangberry, Shuffleberry, Hallyberry, Flinchberry, Chuckberry…”
Jerky gets out of the room as quickly as he can, Dartamor continues to name the holy Jams of the Elves, oblivious.
“Hey.” Saradomin shouts.
Followed by…
“Hey.” Grand Alf calls.
Grand Alf has entered the final chamber on the left, there’s a door, fairly ordinary looking.
Saradomin meanwhile has entered the last chamber on the right, empty except for a huge rift in the far wall, the remains of some tectonic shift; a narrow passage leads away, high walls, a huge crevasse.
The Priest casts a Light spell on a stone and throws it as far as he can, dripping wet walls, the rift heads off into darkness.
Dartamor, Jerky and Aleso enter the chamber behind Saradomin, Bernard haunts the shadows.
“Grand Alf”, Aleso calls, “this way.”
The Sorcerer stops, his hand touching the door, about to open it, he thinks about it, then turns tail and heads over to the others.
Thirty seconds later the gang have squeezed into the rift and are heading along it, cautious like.
About fifty or sixty feet down there’s a paved secondary passage Aleso, Dartamor and Jerky head down it, it ends in a door, which is stuck. Aleso leans on it a while, it bursts open and the three find themselves in an almost empty chamber, dark and dirty.
In the centre is a statue of a Dragon, bearing an empty tray in its mouth, obviously something is meant to sit on the tray, on display.
The trio set about prodding, pulling, shoving and pushing various parts of the statue.
“How does it work Dartamor?”
The Rogue continues to circle the statue looking for a mechanism, “I don’t think it does.”
“That can’t be…”
Aleso gets a little more physical, all to no avail, actually the Paladin breaks off one of the dragons teeth, nothing happens.
“It’s broken. One of its teeth is missing” Saradomin makes the discovery.
Aleso hides the tooth away, it wasn’t him, “Damn, that was probably the missing element.”
Outside Grand Alf, Saradomin and, of course, Bernard, discover a passage heading in the opposite direction, it leads back into the first chamber, the one where they were attacked by Balsag, sorry Bernard.
The threesome head on, further down the rift, which ends in a natural cavern, strange there’s a glowing light coming from a roughly circular hole in the cavern wall, actually as they light up the chamber, there are lots of holes in the chamber walls, it’s like being inside a huge block of cheese.
But only one with a light down it.
“Hellloooooooooooooooooooooooo.”
Grand Alf leans into the cavity.
Tries to see inside.
“I said, hellooooooooooooooooooo.”
His whole head is inside, he’d climb in if he thought he’d fit, but he doesn’t.
“Nope, dunno, nothing in there, it must be some sort of natural phenoma-noma-noma-nom-nom… Nom.”
WHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH.
Next Turn: Bar-B-Q.