Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 17, 2012 3:48:15 GMT -6
Highbough shuffles off to his room to begin his study of the golem craftsman's journal, discretely inviting Ulric to join him if he so desires.
Mondes mutters something to the effect that his fellows should "Have fun watching Stinky...", referring of course to the sleeping dwarf (who looks paler and muddier than ever in the daylight), before heading upstairs to survey the gardens from a higher vantage.
Ulric examines the ring returned to him by his rats, and inspects it carefully by the light of the dining hall window, it appears to be a plain, steel band bearing ages of light scuffs and wear... they may have been an inscription once, but the ring is so worn its meaning is impossible to discern.
Shortly thereafter, Dorgan returns from his room upstairs and hands Ulric a vial of liquid, claiming the stuff might be useful for poisoning the centipede nest.
Josiane returns the Marrowstone to Dorgan with a smile and a curtsey, and the dwarf returns to his own chambers to study to mysterious stone.
Guntrum will seek some aid and carry the guore to his quarters and make him as comfortable as possible. He'll inspect the manacles in the light of day to see if there is some lock mechanism or catch to unbind them or for a good spot to try to wedge a crowbar as a lever to split them without injuring the creature. After that, he stands watch.
Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 18, 2012 6:37:35 GMT -6
Gustave and the dual-headed Halfling start turning out the pantry for tea and, realising it is getting on toward midday, some lunch. From his look at the back garden, Desmond concluded that the cellar portal must open somewhere in the middle of the lawn -- though there is no obvious sign of it.
Meanwhile, Guntram and Josiane see the filthy sleeping dwarf to Pelenwin's ex-quarters and place him on the pallet. Where he continues to snore obliviously.
Guntram examines the manacle about the fellow's ankle, but finds it to be some the most flawless, impenetrable metalwork he has ever observed. There does not appear to be any mechanism for opening whatever.
Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 18, 2012 6:41:18 GMT -6
Meanwhile, Highbough descends into an eager, trance-like state in his examination of the craftsman's journal. The text is a compelling account of half a life-time of experiments into the construction of automatons, culminating in a magnificent treatise on the construction of golems of various sorts. It will take Highbough some time to solve the meaning of all the theorems and diadems therein... but it shows great promise.
If Guntrum is happy to guard the sleeping dwarf, Josiane will high her to the kitchens and see what she can do about laying on lunch. (She is conscious that she still cannot pay her way and is anxious to make herself useful).
Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 18, 2012 16:35:24 GMT -6
The pantry is stocked with food stuffs adequate for most of a week. The basic staples -- bread, butter, jam, fruit, eggs, flour, and so on -- are easy to locate. Gustave and Josiane put together a basic board of foods, which is enough to satisfy the troop's immediate need, at any rate.
Post by ehiker133 on Sept 18, 2012 20:02:12 GMT -6
"So... What's the the plan for dealing with stinky while we have to leave for several days to try and recover those holy books? Shall we leave him with a key and tell him to please lock up if he leaves?"
Ulric takes the vial of alleged poison with thanks then makes his way to Highbough's room to join his fellow scholar in examining the details of golem construction. However, Ulric remains conscious of the time and their other commitments.
"Such a thing would make a fine guard," he says after some study. "But let us get some food and rejoin the other for a while. We must plan our next step. We still have a shrine to raid, giant centipedes to kill, and a warren of tunnels beneath our feet to explore."
Gustave looks up from his delicate nibbling of a piece of toast as a variety of others dribble in to forage.
"Rum eh?" he muses as Olafs comment, "yes, well. Some 1242 St Sebastiens would go down even better with a nice slab of Gefore, but one must make do I suppose..."
Sipping his (milked) tea, he ponders Dorgans thoughts, "Indeed, my good dwarf", he replies, "a most astute assessment of the current state of affairs. I suggest we consult with our learned colleague here", tipping a brow toward Ulric , "in the hope that he has garnered some intelligence on our new 'friend'. As for our next move, I agree that the underdark beneath our house remains an uncomfortable threat, but others may...think otherwise"
Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 19, 2012 17:04:16 GMT -6
The Streets of Ket Dieter
While the others are supping on tea and nibbling bread and a jam, Dieter is striding grimly through the streets of Ket. Strange, it seems, how the common folk are so blissfully unaware of the danger and machinations that are going on in tunnels and catacombs right beneath their feet!
Dieter growls to himself as he strides along, heading downhill toward Bow Street, the mill, and beyond that the forge of Hans the smith.
Unexpectedly, and gaggle of street urchins seem to take an interest in him, and woop and chortle about, saying "Mister, are you the Ogre-Slayer?" and "Of course he's Ogre-Slayer!" and "Show us your sword!" and making a general fuss over him.
The porters and merchants and other street traffic keep a respectful distance, but Dieter can feel their eyes on him and their awe of him.
Eventually he reaches the Anvil and Hans, where Hans himself is is busily working out a fancy looking shield. As Dieter approaches his two apprentices pause in the work and whisper to themselves excitedly as they spot the grim fighter. Apparently his reputation has spread even this far...
Eventually Hans looks up and sees Dieter. He seems nonplussed, however, and barks at his apprentices to "Get on with it!" before asking Dieter "What can I do fer ye, Ogre-Slayer?"