Kroshav will shimmy out of the leather he's in, and squeeze himself into the breastplate.

"If I had my tools and a forge, I'd be able to get this fitting a lot better!"

"I've got a fancy hammer they took somewhere down here, figured I'd just smash at the tunnel til it comes down. Once we find the hammer."

"We have a lot of personal items to find yet, and we will stay till we find them, no worries, you two."  Jaq still wants his Elven boots back, too.

“Did everyun get everythin they need?  Imma goin’ ta burn it down so they cannae get more items.”

joe starts piling leather and wooden weapons and armour and other flamables in a pile

Jaq nods and begins moving safely away.  "There is nowhere for the smoke to go really here, so we'll need to move on once that is started.  And I'm pretty certain burning leather armor is gonna be a nasty smell."

OOC:  Jaq doesn't care Mikram is Deep Dwarf.  Unlike some of the elves in the cities, he is not an elf-snob-centrist.  He is very anti-drow, now, though.

Jaq finds a suitable set of studded leather to wear and reclaims his equipment while Joe prepares a pyre.

Kroshav looks very much like he is wearing a size of armor too small for him which makes him looks even bigger as a result.

 ((So other than some mild arson, what is the plan? You checking the rest of the rooms on this level or heading up to the tunnel on the level above?))

We could just move through the corridors and ask Sword to check our surroundings for anything that looks like another armoury or more prisoners?  Lets us do a quick search and then move on.

"That smoke isn't going to make it worse for us, is it?"

Kroshav tugs at the breastplate, and reaffixes his shield, going through a couple practice draws of Sword to make sure he's got range of motion.

"Tha be why we run aft'rwards.  Can ye carry meh on yer back? Yer fast'r than Ah .   Ah be pretty sure it willnae make much smoke, n if thar are, bett'r fer us as a distract'n."

"Until the drow says 'hey, do you smell smoke?', then they look over at us all running away. Yeh, I can carry you."

"Tha' be why we start a small fire first n run while it be growin'.  Now, where would Ah keep magik if I were some goth elves?"  

Once everybody is ready, Joe hops on Kroshav.  "Alright when Ah give tha signal run *DIRECTION*"    Joe then uses presigigitation to light a very small fire, the size of a torch fire on one of the bows.

??? Cartography? 8

((Not sure what that cartography roll is for?

So you're essentially in the bottom right corner of the floor. In the north and south centers there are stairs up and east and west stairs down. You just going to go check everything? Sword's vision doesn't extend to the middle of the quadrants but she can definitely check the small rooms.))

(basically trying to figure out the best area to stash magical treasure, IE what seems more secure?)

((Well, it was a good roll but I haven't a clue how cartography would help you determine what a drow might consider as a secure spot in the given floor plan? That would require a significantly better grasp of drow psychology than anyone in this group has! Anyhow-))

Joe starts a fire, it takes a little bit more effort than expected since while the gear is flammable it doesn't mean its easy to burn. Once the fire is going, producing a great deal of smoke, and doesn't look like it is just going to go out again she yells and the party runs from their little act of arson.

Swinging out of the room the party decides to head counter clockwise around the outer perimeter of the floor. Sword lets you know as you move what is in the little rooms along the way. In the Southeast quad the little rooms all seem to have been converted to quarters for the drow and the one on the top right is filled with webbing but no spiders (of any size).

Passing the east stairs down to the Librarian's floor the party continues along the outside of the northeast quadrant and finds it largely empty of everything except what appears to have been the drow's latrine in it northeastern most room.

Passing the north stairs up to the 4th floor the party begin checking the rooms in the northwest quadrant, the area that was used as cells. The very first room nearest the stairs Sword pings Kroshav with bored tone since all of this describing things in the rooms is apparently not that interesting to her,

<Kroshav, there is a body in that room. Chained to the wall.> There is a brief pause, <Oh wait, no it is alive.> She projects a very confusing imagine into Kroshav's mind of what she is apparently seeing of what looks to be maybe a human, definitely naked floating in a very uncomfortable half slumped position arms raised. The man's, if Kroshav remembers his mammal bits right, mouth is open strangely and eyes are closed. As Kroshav comes to understand what he is seeing the chest of the person rises and falls in a labored fashion. They look not good and have crusted cuts all over their body and look to have lost a couple of toes and half a finger recently.

"We get any keys off those drow?", Kroshav asks, testing his strength against the door of the cell.

((Give me an athletics check please, with advantage if someone helps.))

"Hey Lurn, give me a hand, yeah?"

Athletics: 25

Joe will help, if Lurn does not bu pointing out the weakpoints.

With Lurn/Joe's help Kroshav puts a shoulder to the door and pushes it open with a loud crack.

The smell of unwashed body, filth and rot rush out of the room as the light of Lurn's shield reveal a gaunt figure chained and hooded wearing tattered clothes in the cell as well as two very clearly dead bodies laying on the stone floor still chained.

The living prisoner's hooded head lifts towards the light and muffled, wet,

"Mmmhfgh?"

Can be heard.

Mikram comments dryly in dwarven,

"That ain't one of meh squad."

“Donnae worry Lass, we be gettin ye out, aye.”Joe conjures up a lockpick for Jaq and helps him, reminecing of the old days. “Ah’ve seen me first matey Abby do this a few times before. Ah believe she said tha trick was rakin’ these type o locks.  But Ah donnae know how gardinin’ helps with lockpickin’”

"It's certainly not, Mikram, but we should check anywhere there are survivors.  Maybe one will know something."

Lurn removes the man's hood, and presumably gag, then steps out of the room. "Let's be quick, the door was loud, and the drow will come."