Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[serow]

Ter-raen steps into the room, and immediately his arms fall limp to his side as he is assaulted by all the paintings. All his enthusiasm a moment ago about clearing the first floor has been drained away from the tip of his blade to the air around him. He remains silent.

 

[covaithe]

Erf's search of the mural turns up nothing, as did Gildrim's hunt for secret areas behind paintings in the previous room. One of the paintings, though, a six-inch round portrait of a young woman with a severe frown, reminds Gildrim of Alvar Thorne. It's not an obvious likeness, but something about the forbidding creases in the brow... It might be family resemblance, or maybe only similarity of temperament. Or possibly just gas.

 

[Trouvere]

"Ah misdout Maister Thorne suffers ower much frae sentiment an' soft feelin's," says Gildrim, "but Ah'll put this young leddy in ma pack for safe keepin' an' he can mak her acquentance. She's a kinder guest than th' wee fellaes in your pack, if anely just, Ter-raen."

"Are ye duin, Erf?"

 

[Halford]

Erf taps one last panel with the hilt of his dagger before turning to Gildrim wearing a disappointed look.

"Supposed te be a secret panel." He mutters disconseletly.

"Ah well, lets check the next room." He moves over and opens the next door (23P).

 

[serow]

Ter-raen stoicly follows the gnome, his scimitar still dangling limply by his side. He obviously expects more paintings. A nod of his head at the dwarf's words of consolation, but he cannot help his feelings. It's not a fear of paintings, rather more a faint sense of disgust at all the life-like pictures of people who aren't there.

 

[covaithe]

Erf opens the southern door, which proves to lead to a library. Wooden shelves line the room floor to ceiling on all four walls, and there is an elegant wooden desk roughly in the center of the room. The shelves are nearly full of books and scrolls, though most are mildewed and crumbling.

 

[covaithe]

ooc: Map update later; nothing particularly exciting though; it's just a 3x3 square room to the south of the round one.

 

[Halford]

Erf searches the room and then moves onto the other door opening it to.

"Well I suppose it would be too much te hope every room was filled with interestin' danger." The little gnome comments patting Fenenn who gives him a long suffering look of incredulity.

OOC: We need to develop some sops (standard operating procedures).

 

[serow]

OOC: Ter-raen favours the turn paintings into recyclable paper procedure

 

[Trouvere]

"Wirth leukin' for magic haur th' morra, an' if we dinnae find th' Urn, ye twa'll hae tae leuk throu aw thaes papers an' beuks for th' faimlie records," says Gildrim with a grin. "Next room!"