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Post by waysoftheearth on Aug 7, 2011 4:46:15 GMT -6
Now the company moves around the far opening, it seems another dark chamber lies beyond the splintered door... and what is this? There comes from the dark the occasional glint or gleam from something that shines. The glamour of silver perhaps?
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Post by doctorx on Aug 7, 2011 12:24:52 GMT -6
"Carefully," whispers Lómëluin lest the prospect of loot prompt anyone into rushing ahead.
He continues to move forward carefully towards the silver gleam, arrow on bowstring, eyes and ears open for anything that might indicate danger.
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Post by Mushgnome on Aug 7, 2011 16:28:15 GMT -6
"So sad... this fine Dwarfish door, now splintered." Sili motions his torch-bearer closer and takes up defensive position directly before the door.
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Post by ehiker133 on Aug 7, 2011 21:37:32 GMT -6
Norin calls for light and approaches the splintered door to look beyond. He is still wary of more trolls, though, so has not let down his guard.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Aug 8, 2011 5:58:46 GMT -6
Peering through the door the company spies what must surely be the Trolls' ill gotten goodies all piled away in this back room.
The bodies of two unfortunate Orcs dangle from the ceiling... meat locker style. But beyond these grisly carcasses are a crowd of tin buckets, wooden pales, and wooden lockers brimming with stuff which the Trolls must have thought worth saving.
There are a few loose, grubby coins about, but the silver shine comes not from these, but rather from a great metal chalice that lies haphazardly among the other loot.
"Oooh," says Hepti the Dwarf, looking on...
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Post by ehiker133 on Aug 8, 2011 8:21:14 GMT -6
Cautiously looking about the room as he steps into it, Norin approaches the chalice and peers at it closely for a moment. If it doesn't appear to be trapped, then he'll pick it up to examine it more closely...
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Post by Mushgnome on Aug 8, 2011 8:26:07 GMT -6
"Careful, Norin ," cautions Sili. "Trolls and their ilk are cunning. Look out for a deadfall or other crude trap.
"Who among the party is expert with traps and snares?"
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Post by coffee on Aug 8, 2011 12:12:40 GMT -6
"I wouldn't say expert," Eremin says, stepping forward. "But I do have some familiarity."
He inspects the door and doorjamb visually. Does he see any evidence of a trap?
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Post by crusssdaddy on Aug 8, 2011 14:35:11 GMT -6
Arbenbard peers in, trying to get a look at the chalice.
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Post by calithena on Aug 9, 2011 6:46:19 GMT -6
Soval keeps his sword and lantern ready at the rear while the others investigate, preparing for fell assaults from this nether darkness.
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Post by ehiker133 on Aug 9, 2011 7:32:01 GMT -6
Norin patiently waits all of 30 seconds before grabbing the longest spear or pole arm he can find and using it to move the chalice to see if it is trapped.
If it isn't, he'll drop the trash weapon and pick up the chalice to examine it more closely.
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Post by doctorx on Aug 9, 2011 12:37:37 GMT -6
Lómëluin flinches at the Dwarf's recklessness. We said carefully, Master Norin," he remonstrates gently; "We have those in our ranks skilled in the detection of any pre-prepared mischief - Let them use their skills on our behalf." He nonetheless leans in eagerly to get a good look at the chalice. (All this assuming Norin hsn't been squashed flat by a boulder or similar... )
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Post by ehiker133 on Aug 9, 2011 13:45:54 GMT -6
Norin pauses in mid-grab, shrugs, and says, "Right, then. Let me know when they're done searching it..."
He leaves the small confined space and returns to the larger Troll room. Sifting through the pile of debris, he looks for a helmet that is devoid of protrusions of any kind. He sets the helm down on the ground and sits atop it, taking a break.
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Post by doctorx on Aug 9, 2011 15:37:36 GMT -6
"Master Sulk," Lómëluin calls softly to Eremin; "When you have a moment, here is a pretty thing requiring your attention..."
And to Arbenbard: "Once our friend has made sure this trinket is safe, what make you of it, Master Candleburner..?"
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Post by coffee on Aug 9, 2011 22:56:50 GMT -6
If the doors don't appear to have been tampered with at all, Eremin will edge one of them open far enough to pass through, and then turn his attention to the chalice.
First he'll look to see if it's connected to anything. If not, he'll take out a dagger and push it with that.
If nothing happens, he'll pick it up.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Aug 13, 2011 18:18:22 GMT -6
He inspects the door and doorjamb visually. Does he see any evidence of a trap? The door was a stout thing at one time, before the Trolls punch through it, but now the door jam itself is largely obscured from Eremin's eyes for the remains of the door still hang partly in place. However, for that which he can see Eremin does not notice anything that appears out of place, and deems the door safe.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Aug 13, 2011 18:25:23 GMT -6
First he'll look to see if it's connected to anything. If not, he'll take out a dagger and push it with that. If nothing happens, he'll pick it up. Eremin proceeds into the side room with others crowding behind him, eager to get a good look at the chalice. It appears haphazardly cast upon a dusty old pile of nails, coins, nuts, screws and other dusty knick-knacks. It certainly isn't joined by and string or cord, and it moves normally when Eremin prods it with his dagger. He intuits that it is safe, and takes the chalice freely. It is a mighty cup indeed, perhaps 7 or 8 inches wide at the top and almost a foot high, it is all carved from pewter and embossed with finely crafted patterns in silver and copper. There might have been half a dozen thumbnail sized stones placed around the perimeter of the cup, but four of these have been prized out. Two orange stones remain. The cup is heavy.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Aug 13, 2011 18:27:25 GMT -6
he looks for a helmet that is devoid of protrusions of any kind. He sets the helm down on the ground and sits atop it, taking a break. Very good. Norin finds a make-shift seat and takes a load off his feet.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Aug 13, 2011 20:19:16 GMT -6
Arbenbard pushes forward to examine the cup and try to place a value upon it.
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Post by coffee on Aug 14, 2011 0:02:40 GMT -6
Eremin passes the cup to Arbenbard, and watches with amusement as he attempts to valuate it.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Aug 14, 2011 0:16:39 GMT -6
Ardenbard takes the weighty chalice and turns it over a few times in his hands.
It is clearly of Dwarf make, and doubtless some hundred years old. It was likely the Great Hall Cup belonging to one of the numerous mayors or burghers of the great city. It is not in perfect condition, having a reasonably serious dent in one side, and numerous scratches and other imperfections, and of course the missing stones.
Still, it would be a prize find for anyone studying the history of Moria, and certainly of special value to the Dwarfs themselves.
Ardenbard would not be surprised to see three or four hundred shillings for the cup, perhaps more if the right buyer could be located.
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Post by calithena on Aug 14, 2011 12:49:34 GMT -6
Soval continues to peer by lantern-light into the darkness behind them as the others investigate. He is ready to move on when they are...
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Post by doctorx on Aug 14, 2011 12:50:27 GMT -6
"Master Sli, Master Norin, come and see," Lómëluin calls softly; "Here is a prize to lift a Dwarf's spirits, I'll wager. The first treasure of Moria is ours!"
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Post by coffee on Aug 14, 2011 14:09:54 GMT -6
Eremin makes a mental note of the color/size/shape of the stones remaining in the cup. We might get lucky and find more, which can then be replaced.
I'll be much more valuable whole.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2011 17:47:34 GMT -6
"Perhaps the cup that was broken can be reforged?" says Legandir dryly from the darkness.
"Come, let us move on from this stinking place."
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Post by crusssdaddy on Aug 14, 2011 19:51:26 GMT -6
Arbenbard passes the cup to the Dwarfs.
"Perhaps we should rest a moment and drink a toast from this treasure."
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Post by ehiker133 on Aug 15, 2011 8:00:34 GMT -6
Now well rested (as he stood watch during the break at the top of the stairs), and with a little bit of trail food in his stomach, Norin accepts the proffered chalice with raised eye brows.
"Aye, that's a beaut right there," he mumbles to himself as he admires the craftsmanship.
He narrows his eyes at Arbenbard at the suggestion of a toast and all drinking from the finely crafted chalice. Three seconds... five seconds... ten seconds of contemplative staring and then...
Norin's head slowly nods up and down and the hint of a smile can be seen through his great beard.
"Aye, that sounds like a grand idea!" he laughs. He reaches down for his wine skin and, remembering he'd decided to carry water instead of wine, mutters a curse only Sili can understand.
"Alas... I have nothing suitable for such a grand vessel."
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Post by heartless on Aug 15, 2011 12:41:55 GMT -6
"A prize indeed Norin, to take back to your peoples", says Lady Éohild. "Now we must keep our guard up and continue to explore this place and who knows what else we will find".
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Post by doctorx on Aug 15, 2011 14:32:50 GMT -6
Lómëluin takes a moment to examine the coins more closely. Does it look as if they might be valueable enough to take the time and trouble to sift them from the rest of the debris?
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Post by ehiker133 on Aug 18, 2011 7:25:43 GMT -6
Norin nods at Lady Éohild's suggestion and packs the chalice safely away in his backpack.
"Let's move on and see what else we can find down this hallway."
He stands and hefts his warhammer once more, making sure the rest of the party is ready before heading back into the main hall.
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