Post by Aguila Saber on Mar 17, 2011 13:13:32 GMT -5
The three of you move further into the tunnel.
You have gone for a while when your senses alerts you to what seems to be a latch in the ceiling of the tunnel. Liekly there is a secret area beyond it. The poor light makes it difficult for you to be sure.
The tunnel is not high here, Grey Ferret could easily reach the ceiling with his hands. you being shorter would have some problems to reach it.
Yes, I'll whisper to my companions that I want to investigate this new hidey hole.
"See that?" murmurs the dwarf, pointing at the ceiling latch as he illuminates it with his lantern. "Grey Ferret, do you think you could climb through that trapdoor? I have a rope so you can haul both of us up after you if needed."
"I haven't had a brew in ages," says the dwarf, eyeing the flasks. "Why don't we load it onto the cart and divvy it up when we're done here," he suggests, waving an arm in the general direction of his cart.
"Can't shoot straight drunk anyway. Well, not as straight," he adds, thinking back to a few duels he'd engaged in during a night's drinking.
Post by Aguila Saber on Apr 25, 2011 3:49:01 GMT -5
The door open up into a corridor, which gives access to a large room.
Your assessment that this door saw little to no use quickly proves wrong, and what is worse is opening the door triggers a small port bell.
This is not a high sounding alarm bell but it has similar purpose. to announce the arrival of new-comers in the corridor.
Your luck is no better than having a robed person before you, and he can't readily miss your arrival.
"Intruders!" he shouts and heads into the main chamber beyond.
The entrance corridor is broad enough to fight two people along-side each other. (2 spaces width, 5 spaces length). The room it leads to is huge, at least 10x10 spaces.
You do not have an accurate estimate on how many people are yonder without pushing forward to the end of the corridor. It is at least a handful and probably quite a lot more than that, because the alert shouted by the fleeing person is being acknowledged by several different voices in a language you do not readily understand.
Grey Ferret is keen on moving to the end of the tunnel to asses their numbers, and tactics.
Before answering Grey Ferret, Doomy pauses a second to listen to the answering voices, trying to get some idea how many foes his group might face and if he can at least identify their language, even though he does not speak it.