OOC: Alora just killed an orc! How did that happen? I think it is her first outright kill in the whole adventure. Buoyed by her success (and convinced that this being a paladin thing is working out rather well) she goes for the nearest orc still standing.
OOC: Alora just killed an orc! How did that happen? I think it is her first outright kill in the whole adventure. Buoyed by her success (and convinced that this being a paladin thing is working out rather well) she goes for the nearest orc still standing.
OOC: Not the singing bard part, her singing a tune everytime she enters battle may turn her luck.
Okay, Neera magic Missiles the Orc on the floor, hurting it, but not killing it outright. Then Aerie casts Sleep, and puts the last three orcs, And Ajantis to sleep. Arkanis reels, though that's probably a result of his drinking rather than the spell. You are able to finish off the rest of the orcs, now asleep, with no trouble at all.
Alora is wondering why the orcs were protecting the desk. "I wonder why these orcs were protecting the desk?" she says, her thoughts becoming words as soon as they pass through her mind.
She starts by searching the orcs. She will then go over to the desk and check for traps. If she doesn't find any she will attempt to open it with the key from the acid pool and if that doesn't work she will attempt to pick the lock (assuming there is one on the drawer).
Okay, the Orcs have about 7 gp each (so 42gp total). The key fits smoothly into the desk. You open it. Inside are a pair of boots, a Moonstone worth about 50 gp, and a scroll.
"There are some boots in this desk? Why would someone keep boots in their desk?" Alora wonders aloud.Then she has an exciting thought: "Maybe they are magic boots! Can I try them on please? If I can try them on I promise I won't ask for anything else."
What if the boots are cursed? Do you foolishly want to risk that? I have heard article of clothing and accessories that can change one gender, or turn them so grotesque that they look like a zombie.
Okay, I forgot to describe the room. Sorry, everyone. Brainfart. :P
This room continues the striking golden brown, obsidian black and white tile floor which is in the pool room. The décor is pleasant, if ininspired. There are minimal furnishings in the room. A common bed constructed out of pine wood, three chairs, the aforementioned desk (old and rather battered, truth be told), and an equally battered old table. The walls are barren, save for a framed painting which hangs over the desk, showing two figures standing side by side- one a warrior of handsome mien and truly impressive proportions, and a wizened magic user in a purple robe. This is a full color painting, beautifully rendered, and in one corner there is an inscription, unreadable to many of you.
The desk is mostly empty (besides the locked drawer), and holds some notes, in the same language as the inscription on the painting. Each is signed at the bottom "Marevak".
Alora will thoroughly search the room, checking all the furniture and behind the painting. She will gather all the papers and the scroll and give them to Aerie to see if she is able to read them.
The painting is heavy, and you need to take it off the wall to look behind it. There is nothing behind it, though you do see the artist's name, "Tuflor". The painting appears valuable, but weighs about 30 pounds in the frame,
Neera is able to read the inscription at the bottom of the painting. Neera reads aloud, "To wise Marevak, worthy advisor and counselor, from a grateful Zelligar and Rogahn."
"I think we should make this our base of operations once we clear this place out. Great art, massive living spaces, and all we have to worry about is the occasional Orc or Slime monster!"
Neera is able to read the inscription at the bottom of the painting. Neera reads aloud, "To wise Marevak, worthy advisor and counselor, from a grateful Zelligar and Rogahn."
"I think we should make this our base of operations once we clear this place out. Great art, massive living spaces, and all we have to worry about is the occasional Orc or Slime monster!"
"I still wonder what happened to this place, to make them abandon it."
Curiosity getting the better of her, Jaheira poked through the notes, which weren't of much use to her. Muttering under her breath as she scanned the Elven writings, "What could I possibly care about the future development of Quasqueton? I would burn the place to the ground, letting nature regain her rightful place, had I the power."
"I still wonder what happened to this place, to make them abandon it."
Taxes.
Adventurers...
Upon their all-too-immediate response, Aerie blushed. "B-But the destruction of such a secret lair could not possibly have been brought about by something so s-simple!" But she paused, and her long ears appeared to wilt sheepishly. "...Could it?"
"I don't think it was adventurers. We've found lots of treasure. If there had been other adventurers they would have taken it. I think they probably thought it was a bit dark and gloomy and so decided to move somewhere sunny. Or at least somewhere that had windows."
Ajantis sits up suddenly, groans, and grabs his head with both hands. "Who hit me with a hammer?" he asks, immediately regretting the comment as the sound reverberates around the inside of his head. "What happened?" he finally manages to whisper.
Comments
"Eat flaming, or possibly frosty, death!"
What next?
Neera will stand back until all the Orcs are confirmed dead.
"Hah! That's what they get for fighting us all-powerful mages! Right, Aerie?"
She starts by searching the orcs. She will then go over to the desk and check for traps. If she doesn't find any she will attempt to open it with the key from the acid pool and if that doesn't work she will attempt to pick the lock (assuming there is one on the drawer).
This room continues the striking golden brown, obsidian black and white tile floor which is in the pool room. The décor is pleasant, if ininspired. There are minimal furnishings in the room. A common bed constructed out of pine wood, three chairs, the aforementioned desk (old and rather battered, truth be told), and an equally battered old table. The walls are barren, save for a framed painting which hangs over the desk, showing two figures standing side by side- one a warrior of handsome mien and truly impressive proportions, and a wizened magic user in a purple robe. This is a full color painting, beautifully rendered, and in one corner there is an inscription, unreadable to many of you.
The desk is mostly empty (besides the locked drawer), and holds some notes, in the same language as the inscription on the painting. Each is signed at the bottom "Marevak".
"I think we should make this our base of operations once we clear this place out. Great art, massive living spaces, and all we have to worry about is the occasional Orc or Slime monster!"
Adventurers...
Upon their all-too-immediate response, Aerie blushed. "B-But the destruction of such a secret lair could not possibly have been brought about by something so s-simple!" But she paused, and her long ears appeared to wilt sheepishly. "...Could it?"
"Who hit me with a hammer?" he asks, immediately regretting the comment as the sound reverberates around the inside of his head.
"What happened?" he finally manages to whisper.