Re: (041) The Fireplace Subterrane « Reply #105 on Jul 16, 2012, 4:59am »
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.
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Re: (041) The Fireplace Subterrane « Reply #106 on Jul 16, 2012, 6:58am »
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.
Re: (041) The Fireplace Subterrane « Reply #107 on Jul 16, 2012, 8:21am »
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?"
Re: (041) The Fireplace Subterrane « Reply #109 on Jul 16, 2012, 2:29pm »
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?"
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Re: (041) The Fireplace Subterrane « Reply #111 on Jul 16, 2012, 6:36pm »
Olaf and several of the others are keeping a watch over the most obvious of the cracks and crevices... most of them come either horizontally into the cellar, or else descend from above, so it would be more-or-less impossible to pour fluid into these -- without resorting to magic.
There are a couple that seem to borrow downward, and these might possibly be treated with burning firewater; a sure way to aggravate the denizens!
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Re: (041) The Fireplace Subterrane « Reply #112 on Jul 16, 2012, 6:40pm »
Meanwhile, Desmond/Mondes, Gustave and Dorgan pull out a couple of the metal plates.
They are thick, and heavy and of some blue-black metal which [1d6] Dorgan reckons to be a re-fired steel. Super hard.
Their initial lusts at uncovering a cache of plate armour are soon dashed, for these are too wide or too broad to be fitted against any normal Man. Moreover, there are none of the regular straps or buckles that would allow them to be strapped to one's body.
Re: (041) The Fireplace Subterrane « Reply #114 on Jul 16, 2012, 10:04pm »
Gustave replaces the chunk of metal in the box, disappointed there seems to be no wine, but content the superiority of his armour remains unchallenged.
"Perhaps our man Hans might be interested in this stuff" he muses.
Curiosity sated, he moves over to the pit and ponders the wisdom of a descent via the ladder.
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Re: (041) The Fireplace Subterrane « Reply #115 on Jul 16, 2012, 10:43pm »
The pit itself is wide, dark and cool. What might be a bottom is scarcely visible in the darkness some 30ft below.
The ladder looks old and rickety. The timbers of one side seem to be riddled with tiny holes of some boring insect or other, and the integrity of the whole somewhat dubious.
"How sturdy is it?" Dieter mutters, giving the pedestal a thump. "Maybe we could tie a rope to it and descend without using those pesky rungs."
The pedestal is a stout column of stone approximately a foot in diameter. It is plenty sturdy. Perhaps more interestingly, there are two large, round rivets protruding from a steel plate fixed to the top of it.