The Door

Maruc was much happier now. His comrades were fully refreshed and although he needed some sleep, mighty Halav had blessed him with further healing. ‘Sleep’, he thought. It was only the middle of the afternoon or so and he felt dog-tired. The heavy splint mail dug into his shoulders and hips where his belt sat and the heavy overcloak was making him uncomfortably warm. His joints felt set into position after the meditation and complained vigourously when he arose to follow the others.

“Shall we be off, then?” The pain having largely receeded, Saeth was impatient to be off. “I remember somebody suggesting we’d like to be back to the city by nightfall.”

“Yes, I want to at least be back at Sisak by nightfall,” said Nicolai. “I’m not keen on the idea of hanging around here for the sake of it.

They set off towards this magical door ‘with no knob’. They’d cleared the web and its unfortunate, somewhat large, occupant. Maruc brought forth the second Fire Gland (Miklos had the other one) and studied the creature. He looked at the gland and back to the spider, then up to Nicolai as he waited to pounce on whatever came out of the door.

“Nicolai, what I’m about to ask is not a rhetorical question about ethics and ethos, but consider this; we have retrieved the glands from Fire beetles to light our way. What do you think we could harvest from this spider that could aid us?”

“Maruc, from what little I have heard, poisons are hard to harvest, andd even harder to keep from spoiling. I also doubt they would be of much use against the undead. I’ve also never heard of anyone selling them on, so it is doubtful we could make a profit from such and effort, without turning to some extremely unsavoury characters. I would also question the motivations of a priest who would be involved in the use of poison. So for now I will forget you asked such a question.”
“Now I would suggest that either Maruc of Feldard open this door, with the other beside, weapon drawn. In addition Saeth with knives at the ready and myself with bow and arrow ready. Miklos, stand behind us with whatever spells you have selected at the ready. Does this seem agreeable?”

Nicolai’s plan puts him up at the front, the dwarf thought to himself. “That’s a sound plan to me. We only have a few short hours before nightfall so we best get moving.” Feldard retrieved the key and moved to catch up with the Elf.

They all gathered before the foreboding metal doorway.

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5 responses to “The Door

  1. The Key:
    Saeth: 10xp +10xp
    Maruc: 10xp +10xp
    Miklos: 10xp +10xp
    Nicolai: 10xp +10xp
    Feldard: 10xp +5xp +10xp dm choice

    TOTAL:
    Saeth: 3490/4000
    Maruc: 3445/6000
    Miklos: 3385/5000
    Nicolai: 3145/4800
    Feldard: 3290/4400

  2. Saeth Tegau

    Saeth nervously touched her off hand to the hilt of her bare blade, waiting for those in front to open the door. In the back of her head, a small voice taunted her, noting that it wasn’t even the Dwarf who had put her in the rear this time, but that thief. Did they really think she’d let her down if she trusted them?

  3. Miklos

    Miklos took a long look at the door. OK so a necromancer had dwelt in the castle for a while but why the gothic touch here? It’s not as if it was the front door or was he expecting a raid? And that that raid would get passed all his defences so far. He must be particularly paranoid.

    “I’ll open the door. We are dealing with a paranoid mind here so expect the unexpected. It’s a shame I can’t cast through doors.”

    Miklos retrieved the Key from Nicolai and placed it in the lock.

    “Ready everyone?”

    He turned the key….

  4. Maruc (Clr 3)

    Maruc was much happier now. His comrades where fully refreshed and although he needed some sleep mighty Halav have blessed him with further healing. ‘Sleep’, he thought, it was only the middle of the afternoon or so and he felt dog-tired. The heavy splint mail dug into his shoulders and hips where his belt sat and the heavy overcloak was making him uncomfortably warm. His joints felt set into position after the meditation and complained vigourously when he arose to follow the others.

    They’d cleared the web and its unfortunate, somewhat large, occupant.
    He brought forth the second Fire Gland (Miklos had the other one) and studied the creature. He looked at the gland and back to the spider, then up to Nicolai as he waited to pounce on whatever came out of the door.

    “Nicolai, what I’m about to ask is not a rhetorical question about ethics and ethos, but consider this; we have retrieved the glands from Fire beetles to light our way. What do you think we could harvest from this spider that could aid us?”

    He left it hanging as Miklos was already opening the door. He brought his shield up in preparation for what lay beyond. In his other hand he clasped his Holy Symbol.

  5. “Maruc, from what little I have heard, poisons are hard to harvest, andd even harder to keep from spoiling. I also doubt they would be of much use against the undead. I’ve also never heard of anyone selling them on, so it is doubtful we could make a profit from such and effort, without turning to some extremely unsavoury characters.

    “I would also question the motivations of a priest who would be involved in the use of poison. So for now I will forget you asked such a question.”

    Nicolai readies his bow.

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