Immersive Ink

ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond nods his heads. "let's move on down the hallway and see what we can find there..."

tonneau wrote:
"Wait a moment", says Gustave, flexing his leg and eying the door, "it may be worth trying Ulrics suggesting ere we move on. I fancy the path less expected in this warren, and I'll warrant that the way guarded by the biggest lock will hold the greatest prize", he finishes with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

doctorx wrote:
Josiane opens her mouth to be the voice of caution at yet another of the Gustave's impulsive schemes - only to find herself agreeing with him.

"If our potential foes are asleep it might be better to take them now unawares and alive," she says; "If we move on only to find ourselves in the clamour of battle we may return this way only to find the foe awake and waiting for us."

She looks around anxiously for the opinions of the others.

mushgnome wrote:

danhem wrote: "I have an enchantment that may freeze the lock, making it brittle enough to break."

"If that doesn't work, I can make the lock really hot," suggests Highbough. "We've got the extremes of temperature covered."

(OOC: Highbough is at full strength and ready for more adventure, but also willing to retreat if that's the party vote, for he is eager to study the craftsman's notebook.)

sulldawga wrote:
Dorgan chimes in again, while not taking his eyes off the rear of the party.

"Making metal cold and then hot will weaken it fer sure, just like the lot a' ya blowing hot and cold is makin' me weak in the head. Make up yer minds, will ya?"

coffee wrote:
As talk of the door permeates the group, Dieter makes his way forward.

"Kicking is good," he says, softly. "But a good crowbar can be better." And with that, he hefts his crowbar (which he never leaves home without).

If there is no objection, Dieter will pry the door open so that we might surprise anyone within. (He will, of course, allow the fighter types to get close, so that they might deal with any surprises...)

tonneau wrote:
"Ah...", begins Gustave, still winding up his door-bashing leg as Dieter steps in, crowbar in hand.

Soon seeing the wisdom in this mechanically augmented approach however, he steps back to give the big man room, and draws his blade in preparation to back him up.

eris wrote:
Olaf wonders outloud, "Didn't someone have a little worm or something that could eat through locks?"

ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond looks thoughtful for a moment...

"Yeah, that was Nidhogg..."

He frowns.

"We never did figure out what happened to him. He just up and vanished when we were in that old bandit outpost."

eris wrote:
"I thought, somebody got that worm and had been feeding it bits of food after Nidhogg was long gone." Olaf says, "No?"

"You know a thing like that would really come in handy in situations like this...sort of an automatic lock picker."