The Castle Entrance


Saeth didn’t know how that foul-tempered dwarf managed to get in front of the pack again. It seemed like a coincidence of his anger, but it almost seemed as if he thought she deserved the insult of being in the rear all the time! Not that it wasn’t an important role, but eating the others’ dust was… well, would have been a lot worse in a bigger group.

That didn’t stop her from a slight irritability as they approached the front doors. “You waiting for something up there? Too many ghosts blocking the way?” Even from the rear, she could see the damage. To Miklos, in front of her, she murmured, “What do you suppose would be a bargain price for a castle in this condition?”

Miklos didn’t wish to abandon the idea of scouting the outskirts of the castle, indeed it is an excellent idea to determine what they are getting themselves into. And off the dwarf goes in a bad mood, this famous Dwarfish anger might get them all killed, or worse. “Hold on there Master Feldard! Just because I didn’t agree with your plan to split us up doesn’t mean I disagree with a quick look, judging by the state of the castle, there may be a less obvious entrance. A fallen wall for example?”

Maruc said nothing. Miklos had said it all, but you couldn’t doubt the dwarf’s bravery. Even if it was fueled by anger. And now the elf was winding him up, this could turn ugly really quick. Maruc couldn’t understand why Feldard had taken such umbridge against the party staying together then deliberately ignoring the caution he first espoused. Dwarf’s were complex creatures. Maybe this was a sort of fear? Who knows, Maruc was no Dwarf telepathist. Maruc grinned absently to himself.

As foul tempered as he was at the moment, Feldard still had the presence of mind to take in more than just the cracked open door. Ignoring the Elf’s mocking question, he took his time glancing about the entrance—noting the stability of the stonework of the door arch, as well as the outer walls. Once satisfied that the human-built stonework wasn’t about to come tumbling down on him, he proceeded on. He took hold of the open door and widened it, so that he could enter. His hand went to his axe out of habit, and he lead the way in.

Nicolai followed the Dwarf, his eyes ready to spot any traps for the unwary that they may come across.

The stone chamber beyond the double doors looked to measure about ten paces square. Daylight entered the room through a few small windows located high up the castle walls. Peeling paint and broken scrollwork suggested that it was once decorated with some care, but now only dust and creeping wild vegetation remained. Massive stone doors—one each to the left and right, and one directly across from the entrance—lead deeper into the castle. A ledge ran along the walls. Bird and animal droppings were spread throughout the room.

Suddenly, the sound of small wings. Three disgusting bird-like creatures flew from the ledge to the east with terrifying speed toward those who had dared to invade their nest.



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7 responses to “The Castle Entrance

  1. Saeth and Miklos – Can you guys write me a post about Saeth getting the sword from Miklos? Either from when you were at the tavern, while you were preparing to leave or during your journey to the castle.

    The Castle Entrance:
    Saeth: 10xp +10xp +10xp
    Maruc: 10xp +5xp
    Miklos: 10xp +5xp
    Nicolai: 10xp +5xp
    Feldard: 10xp +5xp

    Saeth: 3010/4000
    Maruc: 2890/3000
    Miklos: 2875/5000
    Nicolai: 2690/4800
    Feldard: 2815/4400

  2. Maruc (Clr 2)

    “Backstep Feldard!” Maruc barked as he released his flail. “Then we can all attack without risk of braining each other.” He made way himself raising his shield in a defensive posture. “Don’t let them latch on to you!”

  3. Miklos (Mu 2)

    DM: Miklos would have handed the sword over to Seath during their discussion about it in the tavern after determining the Feldard didn’t want it. I’d just edit a line in to that effect.

    Miklos leapt back in shock. What ugly creatures! He hefted his staff up to protect himself should any of them choose him for their next meal. He wasn’t about to leap into combat and he hoped they would just fly away.

  4. Feldard (Dwf 2)

    The whir of air from above alerted him to the creatures descent and at first he braced himself to meet their charge, axe at the ready but the clerics barked words had some merit and he backed out of the entrance – giving more room for himself and the others.
    The dwarf watched the aerial antics of the bird-like creatures for a moment, readying himself for when one dared dive too near to him and his axe.

  5. Nicolai draws his sword and joins the combat.

  6. Saeth Tegau

    Saeth sidestepped, narrowly avoiding Miklos’ backstep. Standing the the cover provided by the doorway, she reached for her daggers as the birds swooped towards the front of the party.

    With your leave, Miklos…

    “You are looking better my friend.” Miklos waved at a barmaid to take his order of broth and ale. “You seem lost in thought, but perhaps I can distract you from this revery. I have succeeded in identifying the qualities of the Radu blade and a mighty blade it is. I was wondering who would be best suited to use it amongst us?”

    “Me, that rogue, doesn’t matter. Just best that you don’t try anything with it.” Saeth had been oddly disconsolate ever since rescuing the Elfguard.

    Miklos shook his head. What had gotten into the party? Feldard grumpy, Saeth matching him drink for drink–weren’t Elves supposed to be temperate or something?–and the others hardly seemed more cheerful. Best not to interrupt them right now. He’d lay the blade with the Elf’s effects; it shouldn’t be difficult, given that they shared a room. Easier to deal with the matter in the morn.


    Saeth awoke, the sunlight through the shutters seeming to lance into her brain. The other bed was already empty, and no matter which way she turned, it felt like a Dwarf was hammering on her skull.

    She rolled out of bed, and began gathering her armour to prepare for the day. Recoiling in surprise, she discovered there a second sword, slightly smaller than her own. After a moments thought, she vaguely recalled Miklos trying to give it away the night before–clearly he was desperate to pass it along.
    She was tempted just to leave it in the closet, but the boy seemed well-intentioned. It wouldn’t hurt to take it along, just to humour him. By the time she made it downstairs, she had two hilts on her back, not just one.

  7. I’ve updated the narrative with Saeth’s post about the sword, and also Maruc’s post from earlier in the church

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