Kargan moves to the curtain in the eastern arch way and tears the curtain down. This chamber occupies the northern tower of the castle. A stone altar stands in the middle of the room, covered with bloodstained black cloth. Golden ritual implements; a chalice, a knife, and a censer, are carefully arranged on top of the altar. The other curtained archway is visible to the south west and there is a door in about the middle of the west wall.
The Altar sits in a small chapel the has been commandeered by the Goblins and rededicated to their murderous God Maglubiyet.
Mr Skittles squeezes under the barred door. Zaxx shares his whiskery friends sensory input and hears the deep rumbling snore get louder on this side of the door. It takes moments for Mr Skittles senses to adjust to the heavy oppressive gloom of the chamber. There is a strong animal odor that sends the rodents instincts quivering...a predator is nearby.
Very carefully moving forward Mr Skittles climbs over a low pile of rubble and sees the large outline of an Owlbear hunkered down on the southern side of the room. The creature looks badly treated and bears many small wounds.
There are many gnawed bones from forest creatures and other more disturbing origins lying about on the floor along with excrement and the detritus of many years of ruin and neglect.
Gundren coughs for a short while and wheezes a little bit but a stubborn familiar smile returns to his face.
"It seems I am lucky in my choice of friends, or friends who have chosen me for a friend at any rate...One or two more moments Kryinor and I'll be right to stroll on back to Town with you all." He sits still for a moment and takes the offered drink from Eedim, "Ahhh good stuff that. No goblin juice to be sure, thanks Eedim." Taking another long pull form the flask his eyes widen, "Did you, did you find the map by any chance?"
Zaxx quickly summons Mr Skittles back before the owlbear gets a whiff of its potential next meal.
Regaining his own senses, our plucky wizard turns to his elf-friend.
"Elf-friend! It appears a mealy aberration sleeps amongst a bone-pile in the southern room. An owlbear, I'm afraid. Always hungry, always angry. Though I have little pity for these things this particular one has been ill-treated by the goblin-kin. It is well fed though, so it may not be a push over, if you wish to lay steel to it."
I'm Pretty sure Breecha and Titus found a map amongst groll's possessions." Kryinor stands and smiles. "Here take these, you can borrow them until we get back to town, safe" Kryinor hands Gundren his crossbow and his hand Axe. "I Trust you havent forgotten how to use these, old friend, dont worry, i have other ways of fighting thesedays" Kryinor winks at Gundren. "Eedim, if your happy to drink and keep Gundren company i will go and see if i can find that map and see if there is any others who need my help."
Kryinor will wander down to where titus and Zaxx are.
“Aha magister fine sport indeed. Shall we come back to it later? Let’s turn over the rest of this lair first. Capital effort Mr skittles, capital effort!”
Kargan removes the most significant evidence of the worship of Maglubiyet in a simple yet enthusiastic ritual of destruction. Stuffing the cloth through the arrow slit he is of the mind that the chamber is a bit brighter and the air more sweet.
Breccha Joins the dwarf and, Titus, Zaxx, and Kryinor soon after. Eedim agreeing to stay with Gundren and keep a slightly inebriated watch over the rear.
Kargan listens to the western door and hears aught but settling dust, lonely wind, and falling stones of the old castle.
Old casks of salted meat and sacks of rotting grain fill this storage area. Among the supplies, you see a bloody suit of chain mail, a heavy crossbow, and an unsheathed longsword with the emblem of Neverwinter worked into its hilt.
"Owlbears can be very tempremental creatures, quick to anger and highly territorial. Under normal circumstances I would advise steering clear of it, but given that it has been trapped here against its will and likely tormented by its captors, I say it deserves to be set free, no wild creature should be kept a slave, although i highly doubt it will thank us for releasing it like the wolves did. Im sure if we show it the way to the outside it would gladly hunt down those stray goblins for us...."
Kargan again listens to the door in the west, he hears nothing but his comrades and the settling of the ancient stones. Four plain straw pallets and bedrolls are lined up on the floor of this barracks. Brackets on the walls hold a number of weapons-spears, swords, morningstars, and more. The north wall shows signs of damage, but the floor is swept clean of rubble. The room stinks of hobgoblins.
Titus kicks the southern door and it swings outward revealing the castle gatehouse with its ruined outer door s to the west and intact doors tot he east and south. The area is deep in small rubble and plaster dust, along with leaves blown in from outside.
Kargan moves to the curtain in the eastern arch way and tears the curtain down. This chamber occupies the northern tower of the castle. A stone altar stands in the middle of the room, covered with bloodstained black cloth. Golden ritual implements; a chalice, a knife, and a censer, are carefully arranged on top of the altar. The other curtained archway is visible to the south west and there is a door in about the middle of the west wall.
The Altar sits in a small chapel the has been commandeered by the Goblins and rededicated to their murderous God Maglubiyet.
Mr Skittles squeezes under the barred door. Zaxx shares his whiskery friends sensory input and hears the deep rumbling snore get louder on this side of the door. It takes moments for Mr Skittles senses to adjust to the heavy oppressive gloom of the chamber. There is a strong animal odor that sends the rodents instincts quivering...a predator is nearby.
Very carefully moving forward Mr Skittles climbs over a low pile of rubble and sees the large outline of an Owlbear hunkered down on the southern side of the room. The creature looks badly treated and bears many small wounds.
There are many gnawed bones from forest creatures and other more disturbing origins lying about on the floor along with excrement and the detritus of many years of ruin and neglect.
Gundren coughs for a short while and wheezes a little bit but a stubborn familiar smile returns to his face.
"It seems I am lucky in my choice of friends, or friends who have chosen me for a friend at any rate...One or two more moments Kryinor and I'll be right to stroll on back to Town with you all." He sits still for a moment and takes the offered drink from Eedim, "Ahhh good stuff that. No goblin juice to be sure, thanks Eedim." Taking another long pull form the flask his eyes widen, "Did you, did you find the map by any chance?"
"Ach, filthy grobbi scum!"
I will store the chalice, knife, and censer in my pack, then rip the black cloth into small pieces and throw it out the arrow slit.
I listen at the western door - Perc: 17
Breccha; wondering what is going on, decides the dwarf is having the most fun, so he joins him in his quest to rid this place of soft furnishings.
(ooc - Breccha will move to join the dwarf in backup, in case the curtain tearing reveals something dangerous)
"Welcome breccha, 'ere, rip up a curtain, 'tis fun!"
Zaxx quickly summons Mr Skittles back before the owlbear gets a whiff of its potential next meal.
Regaining his own senses, our plucky wizard turns to his elf-friend.
"Elf-friend! It appears a mealy aberration sleeps amongst a bone-pile in the southern room. An owlbear, I'm afraid. Always hungry, always angry. Though I have little pity for these things this particular one has been ill-treated by the goblin-kin. It is well fed though, so it may not be a push over, if you wish to lay steel to it."
I'm Pretty sure Breecha and Titus found a map amongst groll's possessions." Kryinor stands and smiles. "Here take these, you can borrow them until we get back to town, safe" Kryinor hands Gundren his crossbow and his hand Axe. "I Trust you havent forgotten how to use these, old friend, dont worry, i have other ways of fighting thesedays" Kryinor winks at Gundren. "Eedim, if your happy to drink and keep Gundren company i will go and see if i can find that map and see if there is any others who need my help."
Kryinor will wander down to where titus and Zaxx are.
“Aha magister fine sport indeed. Shall we come back to it later? Let’s turn over the rest of this lair first. Capital effort Mr skittles, capital effort!”
titus then rejoins Kargan.
Percept whilst searching 8
"A capital suggestion, good elf!" Zaxx says, breathing a sigh of relief.
With that he'll follow Titus to join the rest of the party. He absently brushes a centipede off of his shoulders.
Kargan removes the most significant evidence of the worship of Maglubiyet in a simple yet enthusiastic ritual of destruction. Stuffing the cloth through the arrow slit he is of the mind that the chamber is a bit brighter and the air more sweet.
Breccha Joins the dwarf and, Titus, Zaxx, and Kryinor soon after. Eedim agreeing to stay with Gundren and keep a slightly inebriated watch over the rear.
Kargan listens to the western door and hears aught but settling dust, lonely wind, and falling stones of the old castle.
opens the western door
Zaxx taps Kargan on the shoulder.
"I say, good dwarf. Titus and I found a beast south-east of here. An owlbear. 'Tis locked away for good measure and-oh! An altar!"
Zaxx wanders north and searches the altar. He hasn't forgotten his Quest.
[OOC: Perception: 5 ]
Throw open doors and let the sun shine again chaps there’s naught but owl bears left in these lodgings.
"An Owlbear ye say? Good job we left it be then, nasty beasts to be sure! I'll work out how to free it safely later."
Kargan opens the door...
Old casks of salted meat and sacks of rotting grain fill this storage area. Among the supplies, you see a bloody suit of chain mail, a heavy crossbow, and an unsheathed longsword with the emblem of Neverwinter worked into its hilt.
The room seems to contain nothing else of value.
Iron bound wooden doors lead west and south.
The whole place seems eerily quiet...
listen at the western door Perc 23
Titus goes to the southern door and drives his boot to the lock to open it forcefully
"Owlbears can be very tempremental creatures, quick to anger and highly territorial. Under normal circumstances I would advise steering clear of it, but given that it has been trapped here against its will and likely tormented by its captors, I say it deserves to be set free, no wild creature should be kept a slave, although i highly doubt it will thank us for releasing it like the wolves did. Im sure if we show it the way to the outside it would gladly hunt down those stray goblins for us...."
Kryinor will follow behind Kargan.
"Ach Titus, have ye been nippin' Eedim's spirits? Ye never know what's behind these doors!"
Kargan again listens to the door in the west, he hears nothing but his comrades and the settling of the ancient stones. Four plain straw pallets and bedrolls are lined up on the floor of this barracks. Brackets on the walls hold a number of weapons-spears, swords, morningstars, and more. The north wall shows signs of damage, but the floor is swept clean of rubble. The room stinks of hobgoblins.
Titus kicks the southern door and it swings outward revealing the castle gatehouse with its ruined outer door s to the west and intact doors tot he east and south. The area is deep in small rubble and plaster dust, along with leaves blown in from outside.
Titus steps through the doorway and kicks the eastern door in