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(041) The Fireplace Subterrane

Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 1:53 am
by waysoftheearth
tonneau wrote:
Gustave pauses before the intersection, squatting and turning back to those in tow.

"Desmond. Mondes", he whispers, 'this would seem an ideal place to show your talents; use your twin noggins to check both passages at once."

He grins in the lantern light.

"And while you are there, perhaps you could cast a hobbit eye or four about for hidden nasties"

(041) The Fireplace Subterrane

Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 2:07 am
by waysoftheearth
sulldawga wrote:
doctorx wrote:Josiane will be happy to carry the stone in her backpack should Dorgan wish it.

She will also linger anxiously at the mouth of the passage until all the party have passed through. No-one should be left alone down here. The loss of Sir Pelenwin and Wibert grieves her still.
Dorgan will put the Marrowstone in Josiane's pack, with a nod of thanks, and go back to his 1H axe and shield setup. He'll stand with her until Dieter and Olaf come along.

(041) The Fireplace Subterrane

Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 4:05 am
by waysoftheearth
ehiker133 wrote:
tonneau wrote:Gustave pauses before the intersection, squatting and turning back to those in tow.

"Desmond. Mondes", he whispers, 'this would seem an ideal place to show your talents; use your twin noggins to check both passages at once."

He grins in the lantern light.

"And while you are there, perhaps you could cast a hobbit eye or four about for hidden nasties"
Desmond tries counting how many eyes they'll need for the Gustave's request...

"We only HAVE two heads...", he mutters as he steps forward to first examine the intersection for traps, then silmutaneously looks both ways, THEN searches the intersection for secret passages.

(041) The Fireplace Subterrane

Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 8:26 am
by waysoftheearth
coffee wrote:
eris wrote:Olaf sighs and shakes his head, "Well, let's keep the party together." He joins in with the other heading through the door.
"Yup," Dieter says, rising to his feet and hefting his sword. "These guys will just get themselves killed without us."

(041) The Fireplace Subterrane

Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 11:28 am
by waysoftheearth
doctorx wrote:
If everyone is now moving Josiane falls in with them.

(041) The Fireplace Subterrane

Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 12:44 pm
by waysoftheearth
waysoftheearth wrote:
The Halfling fighter creeps into the intersection and then Desmond/Mondes look either way simultaneously. Magnificent!

The lantern light doesn't penetrate the dark passages very far, but Desmond (looking left) spies a passage in a state of some disrepair. There are a few flags knocked out of the walls here and there, and the faint acrid odour from the cellar is in the air...

Mondes looks right and sees a neat and tidy passage. Perhaps 40ft on he can scarcely make out the outline of a door directly ahead.


Meanwhile, Olaf, Dieter, Dorgan and Josiane follow after the rest of the group, entering the passage behind Ulric.


What now?

(041) The Fireplace Subterrane

Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 3:54 pm
by waysoftheearth
ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond reports, "The left is a bit run down... and it stinks." He looks at Mondes, urging him to report with a raise of his eyebrows...

(041) The Fireplace Subterrane

Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 7:00 pm
by waysoftheearth
doctorx wrote:
Whenever the party is stalled Josiane keeps a careful watch to the rear, eyes and ears alert for any sight or sound of trouble...

(041) The Fireplace Subterrane

Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 9:42 pm
by waysoftheearth
rleduc wrote:
"Perhaps we should see of one of these loops back around to the second door in the smithy," Guntrum opines. "That'd leave less unexplored between us and the way out. Oth'rn that, the clean one may give more info about our mysterious clockmaker, although, I'm not opposed to getting dirty, er dirtier."

(041) The Fireplace Subterrane

Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:01 pm
by waysoftheearth
mushgnome wrote:
Once a trap-sweeper has given the all-clear, Highbough will check for secret doors, starting by pulling/twisting the torch sconce.