Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[Trouvere]

"Awricht, let's find oot whit thay left ahint in whit'll nae dout pruive tae be th' cupboard aneath th' stairs."

 

[covaithe]

ooc: Are you going back to the room just inside the front door, or going just turning left from where you are on the most recent map?

 

[Trouvere]

OOC: I was meaning from where we are now in the short hallway.

 

[covaithe]

This room features painfully narrow stairways going both up and down. The walls are bare and unadorned, and the stairways plain, both facts standing in stark contrast to anything else you've seen of this house.

 

[Trouvere]

"Snug," comments Gildrim. "Stairs up tae wha knaws whaur, an' doun tae th' auld family crypt, mebbe. But let's nae be lattin' this fluir be juist yet. Whit's ahint th' neist door?"

Gildrim steps to the end of the passageway and tries the door at the end.

 

[Halford]

OOC: I vote we open all the doors on this floor starting with the bottom left corner and the working our way round clockwise. From my perspective Erf just wants to clear the floor, searching in detail can wait.

IC
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Erf pats Fenenn on the head absentmindedly as he follows Gildrim and Ter-raen.​

 

[covaithe]

The door opens easily under Gildrim's hand, and opens to a circular room with doors heading in each of the cardinal directions. The ceiling of this room is high and rounded, and the walls and ceiling have been painted with an enormous panoramic scene of a burning city, with red-eyed, bat-winged creatures circling above it.

 

[Halford]

"I prefer nature scenes meself." Erf observes taking in the art.

 

[Trouvere]

"Ah'm startin' tae wunder aboot th' moral chairacter ay th' fowk wha bided haur, tay," Gildrim answers. "Dis onybody ken th' city, or th' fients flyin' ower it?"

OOC: bardic knowledge 1d20+3=20

 

[Halford]

"Aye ye might 'ave a point here Gildrim. Not exactly nursery print is it?"