Up The Steps

Maruc dropped the corpse to the floor. He surveyed the infested bed pallet and twisted stained covers that comprised Vlaak’s bed. He gave the bed a thorough search for anything useful.

Maruc then turned his attention the the wolf pen which seemed equally bare of any clues. “Nothing here either, I’m thinking the stairs next but before we try that I want everyone to be aware that there’s a good chance we’ll be facing magic if the yellow robed man is up there.” He looked meaningfully at the dwarf. “Its either me or you Feldard, I have the favour of the gods and you have the favour of your ancestry.”

“But thinking about it you do make a smaller target.” Maruc grinned.

“There are also the north door to the Library to investigate.” the mage offered. “Give me a second, and Hasan’s, help and we can ensure there are no nasty surprises coming up behind us.”

Feldard eyed Maruc sourly at the suggestion that he take lead and deal with the man in yellow. “Lucky me.”

At Miklos’ comment about the northern door, the dwarf shrugged, “Stephen says it leads outside.” Though when he thought about it, Feldard could not recall the man ever approaching the door to check. Perhaps the man was good with architecture. “But if you want to check it out, alright. You sure you don’t want more than just Hasan’s help?”

“We’ll just take a quick look, Feldard, and be sure to lock up behind us. Never fear,” the Hasan answered. “But perhaps Ludo can help.” The elf then moved quickly to investigate the north door. Indeed it opened to the outside as the warrior had said. Just to be safe, Hasan quickly cast a spell to ensure that it would remain tightly closed.

Once the others were assured of the north library door, Stephan said in a low voice, “I’ll follow the dwarf.”

With his sword out and shield ready, he kept a couple steps down from Feldard as the party mounted the steps.

Ludo finished searching the central room where Vlaak’s body lay. Every now and then he could not help glancing at the body, but any feelings of regret at what he had done he quickly suppressed. Vlaak was too dangerous to be left alive or even kept as a prisoner. He knew too much and had committed to much evil.

With his sword Ludo half-heartedly poked the central dry water fountain that was filled with rubbish, but deciding that he wanted to get out of the room he walked over to the door that had the staircase leading up.As Feldard was leading the others upward, the young rogue followed up behind, happy to moving on and leaving the unpleasant memory of Vlaak’s death behind him.

They traveled up the stairs to the next level of the tower. Through the stairwell door was an unoccupied room. It appeared to be a dormitory of some kind, with eight neat, austere beds against each wall. Above each bed hung a pair of iron manacles on a chain.

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8 responses to “Up The Steps

  1. 12:20pm, Moldain, the 21st of Thaumont, 1001AC

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+5xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp
    Ludo: 10xp+5xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 22,245/24000
    Miklos: 22,305/40000
    Feldard: 22,590/34000
    Hasan: 21,855/32000
    Stephan: 21,595/32000
    Ludo: 21,080/40,000

  2. Hasan

    “Ugh, grim,” the elf shiverred. “Clearly for prisoners or captives. It’s interesting that it’s so well kept; no hobgoblins have been here. But let’s press on.”

  3. Feldard

    The dwarf frowned at the elf’s comment. “Seems odd that captives would be given the luxury of a bed much less such nice ones. No. There’s more to this room than mere prisoners.” He considered for a moment a more thorough check, then shook his head. “But I agree, we should press on.”

    With that said, Feldard crossed the room to the next set of stairs and continued on upward. The higher he climbed the more something nagged at him, but he couldn’t place what it was. Maybe he was just getting edgey with anticipation, but it didn’t seem like that. Fear? He snorted at the notion. Then what was it? He paused for a moment, glancing about and listening, causing a pile up behind him as his companions had to wait for him in the narrow stairway. He frowned, listening to their questions.

    After a moment he shook his head, not having any answers, then resolutely began upwards again.

    (hehehe.. trying to build the tension)

  4. Ludo

    Ludo moved forward slowly into dormitory. He wondered about the iron manacles as well and concluded that it was a symbol for the slavers that slept in the room to remind them that they were ‘bound’ to the man in the yellow robes. He stoppped at one the manacles and slipped it into his backpack, he thought that as they were hunting the man in the yellow robes that a set might come in handy if they had to take him back to stand trial.

    Seeing the others had moved on he quickly shouldered his backpack and hurried to catch up.

  5. Maruc

    Maruc took in the beds and manacles. “Miklos,” gestured at the odd arrangement, “What do you make of this?”

  6. miklosdostevar

    The mage almost bumped into the back of the armoured priest. “I’d be able to tell alot more if you got out of the way.” The priest side stepped. “Ahh I see.” he paused to consider the options. “Three types of dweller present themselves to me. Firstly some kind of evil religious sect. I have heard tell of zealots that whip themselves, possibly flagelants? Or perhaps type of were-creature chained at times for their own safety? Or a converted guest room of a madman with a sense of humour?” He knelt down to inspect the underside of the beds. “Either way no one seems to be staying here. No belongings.”

  7. Maruc

    “Hmm. OK It seems Feldard has decided to press on. You know what he’s like. All axe and impatience.” Maruc grinned at Miklos and followed him up the stairs. “Maybe the answer is up there. Maybe they were meant for us.” he left the question hanging.

  8. Stephan

    Stephan didn’t like the creepy manacle room one bit. He was happy to follow Feldard away and up the stairs. The dwarf’s seemingly pointless hesitation caused not a little unease and an eruption of impatience in Stephan.

    “Mind you, dwarf!,” he hissed in impatience. “Keep the march on. There’s not much room on these steps but if you want to go back down, I’ll assist you. I can give you a good push. Shouldn’t take you long if you tuck in well and roll.” He stopped himself and was inwardly glad not to see Feldard’s face at the moment which, he imagined, might contain a fury at his hasty words. He decided to keep quiet from there on.

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