Immersive Ink

mushgnome wrote:
Satisfied his lantern will not spark the centipede-snot into a conflagration, Highbough moves forward a bit to give Dorgan better light.

sulldawga wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote:Meanwhile, Dorgan tries to open one of the crates. The timber lids don't dislodge easily, even after clearing off all the loose earth. It seems to be nailed down. A crowbar, or similar, would be the ideal tool to lever the lid off the crate...

Lacking a crowbar, Dorgan will hook his axe on his belt, unsheath his letter-opener, and see if he can pop the lid off with that.

danhem wrote:
"Dieter," Ulric says, "your crowbar is needed over here."

waysoftheearth wrote:
Dorgan sets to work on the lid with Dwarfish determination (1d6=3) but try as he might, he cannot pry the lid open with his letter-opener. The little dagger just doesn't have the necessary leverage to work the timbers free.

coffee wrote:
Dieter brings over his trusty crowbar.

"And there's a pedestal over here, sorta buried in the dirt."

Then he goes back on watch.

tonneau wrote:
Gustave, having finally re-donned his amour (and now shining in silvery-filligreed resplendence) joins the group at the stubborn crates.

"I do hope these are full of wine", he observes, "it will make all that effort worth while"

He draws his sword nonethelss, and stands ready behind the now crowbar-equipped dwarf, should the now doomed boxed hold anything more unpleasant than a forgotten stash of St Domonics 1329.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Dorgan takes Dieter's crowbar and works its nose under the old timbers, then with a satisfactory whine, he levers at each board of the stubbourn lid. The nails that hold the lid fast are long and rusted, and protest bitterly after their enduring sleep, but soon enough Dorgan has the lid off.

Inside, he sees a dark, curved metal plate, maybe the size of a broad vambrace or pauldron. A number of them, in fact, all nestling compactly within one another. They are dusty and soiled by long storage, but otherwise look to be in relatively good condition.

ehiker133 wrote:
So it looks like pieces of plate armour?

Stealing a glance at the inside of the crate, before returning his gaze back to the nearest holes (while occasionally scanning the farthest holes, as well), Desmond whispers, "What have we got, Dorgan?"

sulldawga wrote:
Dorgan smiles and looks back at the others.

"It looks like The Gustave spent a lotta coin on his suit when he shoulda come down here first."

The dwarf will move on to opening another of the crates.

"Have a look for yerself while I check these others. And be careful. The noise I'm makin' might wake somethin' up."

eris wrote:
Olaf has his sword out and is warily watching the holes in the walls. He just *knows* something is going to come boiling out of one of them while the others are busy digging around those crates!

"Hey, somebody help me keep an eye on all these holes!" Olaf says with a hiss adding, "Is there anyway to block them up or run some fire down them to clean them out or something?"