Immersive Ink

danhem wrote:
Ulric looks studiously into the cavern below and up to the trapdoor above.

"This is most intriguing. Perhaps someone was building a statue for some sort of shrine in the cavern below? Dorgan, help me with a few more of these crates. I will see if there are any recognizable parts. Perhaps a face or a symbol characteristic of some ancient god? We may be able to fetch a hefty sum for all of these artifacts; or at least the metal."

Ulric begins examining the pieces of metal, looking for clues for what they might be a part of, and searching his memory for any knowledge of such items.

rleduc wrote:
"That's our loading dock, then, and the way of getting this iron out. And maybe a better way in to the cellars for us large ones next time."

doctorx wrote:
"A hidden temple to some secret god?" Josiane murmurs; "I like this not."

Her skin begins to crawl with memories of her previous encounters in the tunnels below this town, and the thought of what might be lurking beneath the place in which she has been sleeping...

ehiker133 wrote:
When Desmond/Mondes runs up for the grappling hook/rope, he takes a peak outside the back garden to see if he can visualize what a 20' diameter opening in the ground might look like. Then he looks at all of the surrounding manses to see if any of their neighbors might be likely to notice such a large and attention-getting opening in their back yard...

Then he hurries back down the hidden passage to the others and winds the grappling hook-end of the rope around the pedestal twice before catching the rope with the grappling hook. He drops the other end of the rope down the hole and looks about to see who wants to volunteer to go down first.

If nobody else is willing, Desmond will do so. He would hope the next person to descend has a light source with them, of course...

mushgnome wrote:
Highbough uses his gigantic brain to estimate, if the crates contain parts to build a statue/structure, approximately how large it would be... or perhaps many identical statues, an army of metal men. [img]images/smiley/smiley.png[/img]

tonneau wrote:

mushgnome wrote:Highbough uses his gigantic brain to estimate, if the crates contain parts to build a statue/structure, approximately how large it would be... or perhaps many identical statues, an army of metal men. [img]images/smiley/smiley.png[/img]

Gustave steps around Highboughs throbbing planetoid and grabs the rope from a returning Desmond/Mondes.
"Ill have that my good hobbit...err hobbits", he says, tying an end around his waist, "That is, unless you care to tag along? Six eyes are better than two as they say", he adds with a grin.

Making one end fast around himself, he procures a lantern from Highbough ("If I may, Sir?"), draws his sword, and sits himself upon the lip of the opening.

"I am afraid that you lot will have to do the lowering", he explains, "and you are welcome to attach yourself anywhere you can do so", he says to Desmond/Mondes.

mushgnome wrote:

tonneau wrote: Making one end fast around himself, he procures a lantern from Highbough ("If I may, Sir?"), draws his sword, and sits himself upon the lip of the opening.

"No problem, be careful down there!"

sulldawga wrote:
Dorgan frowns at his armor-clad friend.

"Ya run inta trouble, just say the word and we'll haul ya right back up!"

Dorgan will stand at the front of the line to help lower Gustave into the hole.

waysoftheearth wrote:

ehiker133 wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote:Is Desmond going to run up to Dieter's room for the rope and grappling?

Yes!

"O' course it's us that gets ta scurry up an' down the stairs, running errands..." complains Mondes.

The Halfling(s) disappear up the narrow stair.

(Heading up to Dieter's room, grabbing the rope, then surveying the rear yard, and returning will take a few minutes...)

waysoftheearth wrote:
While Desmond/Mondes is away, Dorgan opens a couple more crates with the crowbar so that Ulric and Highbough can examine the contents.

It is much of the same, dark cool blue-black steel plates. Most of them a featureless curves of varying size and concaveness. Only a one piece might be judged as part of a "gauntlet", and one other as, possibly, half of a large helmet.

Even the reckognisable parts are mostly smooth surfaced. They bear no inscriptions or prominent features. From what the two wise fellows can ascertain, this "armour" if that is what it all amounts to, might be fit for something twice the size of a Man.