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[micelus]

Yawning, Albri searched through the chests in the General Storage room.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Albri of House Welben
Power: 30/30 base
Mana:
Gender: Male
Physical description: 5'5 in height and considered 'light' by his family. He has short black hair and an olive complexion. His eyes are brown. The emblem of his family ( a raven with two skulls for pauldrons and a bone in its legs) is tatooed on his neck.

Biography: The House of Welben is an old house, but not extremely rich and certainly not prestigious. For generations the house was in charge of all the graveyards in the kingdom of Volenand, organising all burials, funerals, rites, embalming, burnings, and what ever it is the dead need. It would be no surprise that the house had long tampered with necromancy, and even less surprise that the house raised up the dead as servants. Even so, power ever eluded them as they could not simply discover how to keep the corpses functional after a few years.

Albri himself was the 8th son of Count Fedrek Welben. As the 8th son, he never stood much chance for an important position or being heir. Luckily for Albri, he had no interest for that. It was expected of him to simply become a necromancer. For most of his childhood, he did spend his time studying the body, and how it worked and how to keep it moving unnaturally. Course, this then made him wonder how such things lived in life, which led to studying biology. To finish off his education, he also studied history and alchemy...although he forgot a few certain details here and there.

And so at the age of 14, he was considered of age, which for the Welben bloodline meant being a necromancer, which included a initation rite. The rite itself is rather...hush hush but suffice to say, Ablri was given recognition as a necromancer. As the 8th son, he was not given much responsiblity, beyond keeping the commoner graves and making sure that no unlicensed raising was happening. Then 6 years later, he received a letter. A letter to the capitol, requesting his admittance to the Royal University! Of course that was never to be. The Incident happened...and you all know what happened next.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 2
Mental: 7
Charisma: 5
Dexterity: 6
Agility: 5

~skills~ 27 points
Combat -2
Arcane4*
Social 3
Crafting 3*
Mental4*

~starting inventory~
Doctor Alber's Portable Box of Delightful Tools (Embalming kit)
Linen Tunic and Pants
Leather Gloves
Linen Tuque
Leather Shoes
Satchel
Sheets of parchment
Quill
Ink well (empty)
John Alber's Guide to the Human Anatomy
Languages of The Nations Vol I
The Histories of the Continent by The Serri Company
Prayer Beads
Mortar & Pestle
Food Rations
Waterskin (filled)

[Spinal_Taper]

Aaron walked down hallway C, and opens door 15.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Aaron Telman
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Gender:Male
Physical description: Medium, black, somewhat wild hair. Wears massive broadsword strapped to back over travelers cloak.
Biography: Telman was a problem child. He never got along with anyone else at the orphanage. He had random outbursts of violence, and rarely did what was asked of him. When he came of age, he left the city, no food or water, to wander the land. Unsurprisingly, he didn't last long, and he fainted in the wilderness. A wandering blademaster, Yaren, found him, saved him, and took him under his wing, teaching the boy about swordplay, magic and survival. Upon the completion of his apprenticeship, Aaron again went to travel the wastes, but when he saw the magic erupting from the ground, he high-tailed it to the closest group of people he could find.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 6
Mental:5
Charisma:3
Dexterity: 6
Agility:5

~skills~ 27 points
(see below)
Combat - 3 * (7 points)
Arcane - 1 * (3 points)
Crafting - 2 * (2 points)
Social - 0 * (0 points)
Mental - 2 * (4 points)

~starting inventory~
1 Steel Broadsword
1 Chainmail
1 Reinforced Travelers cloak

[Skyrunner]

Yawning, Albri searched through the chests in the General Storage room.

((OH SNAP ITS THE 'SEARCH FOR ITEMS' REQUEST D:)) _{^{in case you haven't noticed, I'm not good at making up scenery items Dx}}

Albri looks at the boxes, then the chest. The chests seem alluring. He opens one; it is filled with small tools such as hammers, flexible saws, handaxes, various blades, corkscrews, awls, wedges, nails, screws, nuts and bolts ... a plethora of minor hardware. Another one reveals fishing tools like a collapsible rod, thin string, and hooks. The third box has wraps, simple wound-clotting potions that are applied to the wound, small cutting tools, and powdered plaster.

Landren swings open door C1 and finds a small room with actual metal racks. It seems that there was some reason for that... and he notes that there are small bundles of dried-up leaves on some of the racks, and tiny vials of pepper corns on others. There are two sacks of salt, a tiny bottle of red powder, and about thirty vials of pepper corns. In the corner stands a mill.

Jan opens C-6, or tries to, but it is locked. He could try to force it...

Aaron wanders down the long hall and goes to the other end. He shakes door 15, and realizes it is locked.

Main hall

(Hall A)

|

(Hall B)

|

(Hall C)

1*

3*

4*

5*

6*

|

15*

[Spinal_Taper]

"Huh. This one's locked, guys." Aaron said, before trying door 14.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Aaron Telman
Health: 30/30 base
Gender:Male
Physical description: Medium, black, somewhat wild hair. Wears massive broadsword strapped to back over travelers cloak.
Biography: Telman was a problem child. He never got along with anyone else at the orphanage. He had random outbursts of violence, and rarely did what was asked of him. When he came of age, he left the city, no food or water, to wander the land. Unsurprisingly, he didn't last long, and he fainted in the wilderness. A wandering blademaster, Yaren, found him, saved him, and took him under his wing, teaching the boy about swordplay, magic and survival. Upon the completion of his apprenticeship, Aaron again went to travel the wastes, but when he saw the magic erupting from the ground, he high-tailed it to the closest group of people he could find.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 6
Mental:5
Charisma:3
Dexterity: 6
Agility:5

~skills~ 27 points
(see below)
Combat - 3 * (7 points)
Arcane - 1 * (3 points)
Crafting - 2 * (2 points)
Social - 0 * (0 points)
Mental - 2 * (4 points)

~starting inventory~
1 Steel Broadsword
1 Chainmail
1 Reinforced Travelers cloak

[micelus]

(Sorry )

Take the handaxe, a saw, and the fishing equipment. Then head out to narrow hallway B, and cautiously open the first door found.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Albri of House Welben
Power: 30/30 base
Mana:
Gender: Male
Physical description: 5'5 in height and considered 'light' by his family. He has short black hair and an olive complexion. His eyes are brown. The emblem of his family ( a raven with two skulls for pauldrons and a bone in its legs) is tatooed on his neck.

Biography: The House of Welben is an old house, but not extremely rich and certainly not prestigious. For generations the house was in charge of all the graveyards in the kingdom of Volenand, organising all burials, funerals, rites, embalming, burnings, and what ever it is the dead need. It would be no surprise that the house had long tampered with necromancy, and even less surprise that the house raised up the dead as servants. Even so, power ever eluded them as they could not simply discover how to keep the corpses functional after a few years.

Albri himself was the 8th son of Count Fedrek Welben. As the 8th son, he never stood much chance for an important position or being heir. Luckily for Albri, he had no interest for that. It was expected of him to simply become a necromancer. For most of his childhood, he did spend his time studying the body, and how it worked and how to keep it moving unnaturally. Course, this then made him wonder how such things lived in life, which led to studying biology. To finish off his education, he also studied history and alchemy...although he forgot a few certain details here and there.

And so at the age of 14, he was considered of age, which for the Welben bloodline meant being a necromancer, which included a initation rite. The rite itself is rather...hush hush but suffice to say, Ablri was given recognition as a necromancer. As the 8th son, he was not given much responsiblity, beyond keeping the commoner graves and making sure that no unlicensed raising was happening. Then 6 years later, he received a letter. A letter to the capitol, requesting his admittance to the Royal University! Of course that was never to be. The Incident happened...and you all know what happened next.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 2
Mental: 7
Charisma: 5
Dexterity: 6
Agility: 5

~skills~ 27 points
Combat -2
Arcane4*
Social 3
Crafting 3*
Mental4*

~starting inventory~
Doctor Alber's Portable Box of Delightful Tools (Embalming kit)
Linen Tunic and Pants
Leather Gloves
Linen Tuque
Leather Shoes
Satchel
Sheets of parchment
Quill
Ink well (empty)
John Alber's Guide to the Human Anatomy
Languages of The Nations Vol I
The Histories of the Continent by The Serri Company
Prayer Beads
Mortar & Pestle
Food Rations
Waterskin (filled)
Handaxe
Saw
Fishing Rod
String
Hooks

[Ochita]

Try door C-7

Spoiler: Jan (Ochita) (click to show/hide)

Name: Jan Dyten
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Ochita is 26 years old, and has unkept brown hair, with dark brown eyes. He has a moderate build, showing that while he did do physical work, time has rounded him out slightly.   
Biography: Ochita was a general trader before the whole collapse started, which left him with a couple of skills here and there. After the Incident, he settled down somewhat, having a semi permanent store. When the collapse actually started, he ran to the closest shelter, discovering that with magic returning, he was able to somewhat control it, using it to heal minor wounds.

~stats~
Physical: 4
Mental: 7
Charisma: 7
Dexterity: 3
Agility:4

~skills~
Social: 4 *
Arcane: 2 *
Combat: 2 *
General: 1 *

~starting inventory~
Iron mace
Leather overcoat
Merchant's cap
Money pouch (Filled with a small amount of money.)
Various seasonings/non-perishables. Inside an iron pot

[Caellath]

Landren decides it is a good time as any to start looking for useful items.

He checks all the opened doors so far and opens all the ones not locked in C Hall.

Spoiler: Landren Caelumcursor (click to show/hide)

Name: Landren Caelumcursor
Health: 30/30
Power: 20/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Tall and lean, with a fair face and olive eyes. His long hair is brown with a few lighter-colored strands running through its length. He is clad in pristinely brushed and tended silver armor with white lining and parts and his underclothing is mostly white and dark blue. His full, face-hiding slitted helmet has curved horns as those of a goat.
~stats~
Physical - 6
Mental - 6
Charisma - 0
Dexterity - 6
Agility - 7
~skills~
Combat - 3 * (14 points)
Arcane - 1 * (7 points)
Crafting - 1 * (6 points)
~inventory~
Thunderbolt Steel Halberd - with steel protection running through the handle - (slung on back)
Steel Kite Shield - (slung on back)
Steel Medium Plate Armor - horned helmet, chestpiece, leggings, gauntlets, greaves, chainmail etc.
Billowy white cloak and cape
Prayer beads
Hawk's feather quill, Ink and parchments
Bag of supplies - contains dried fruits and salted food
Firestarter kit
Waterskin - filled as of now
Whetstone
Small Thunderbolt Steel Bars
Blacksmithing Kit
Leather pouches - with the coats of arms of several families sewn upon them
Cooking set
Biography: Landren was an apprentice of both chivalry, magic and smithing (although with methods regarded as strange), intent on creating both armor and weapons he could use. He was very focused on his objectives and had already achieved a reasonable level of ability - becoming more renowned for his cooking than actual fighting prowess - when the disaster struck and he had to escape from the confines of the castle he lived and move to the Vault with a comitive of fellow knights and people from the place.

None but him made it to the Vault, some dying and others straying from the group while immerse in either madness or pain. Before passing away, the Lord of the castle granted him the title of a full-fledged knight and gave him the right to take a protegee or squire under his wing, a negligible honor for someone who quickly found himself alone.

During his crucible, he abandoned his crafting skills almost entirely in favor of developing the magic side of construction directly, creating strange and never seen effects and making him stray further from humanity. Since then, it may be difficult to assess the effects of the events he has been through on his psyche. Recently he found a roaming group heading to the same Vault he was and joined them, keeping his purposes a mystery.

[IronyOwl]

"Interesting! I'll bet the first hallway is living quarters!"

Examine A-1.

Spoiler: Sil, Demonic Helper (IronyOwl) (click to show/hide)

Name: Sil
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Gender: Female
Physical description: Female red-skinned humanoid with a slightly feral appearance, almost like an oversized goblin or imp disguised as a human. Around 5' tall, but often hunches or crouches down to less. Has pointed ears roughly a foot long, spiraling horns about the same, black hair, pointy teeth and claws, arms a bit longer than normal, legs that turn digitigrade at the bottom, obviously clawed feet, a fairly long tail with a small barb on it, small leathery wings, a foot and a half long mostly prehensile tongue, and eyes that appear largely silvery, but shimmering with a constantly changing assortment of other random colors. Her face and general body structure is essentially human otherwise, save that her mouth can split wider than normal.
Biography: Sil was originally summoned to be a grand wizard's familiar, back when she was an imp. He doted on his new pet, which greatly aided her increases in power and size. When the catastrophe struck, her master's tower was sundered and he was pulled into some manner of rift, forcing her to flee.

She's secretly very sad about her master, and hopes she can someday find him again, though she knows the odds of finding him alive and in a recognizable state aren't good. Otherwise, however, she views the apocalypse as a superb opportunity, and doesn't intend to miss her chance to capitalize on it.

~stats~
Physical 3
Mental 4
Charisma 6
Dexterity 7
Agility 5

~skills~
Combat 3*
Arcane 2*
Crafting 3*
Social 2*
Mental 0*

~starting inventory~
Alchemy Kit
Blacksmith's Tools
Assorted bronze hoops (for balancing, jumping through, spinning, etc)
Quill, Inkwell, Writing Tablet, Parchment
Writing Slate & Chalk
The Scrolls of Servitude, a thick, leatherbound tome detailing various minions of possible interest to (generally powerful and reckless) mages, ranging from constructs and summons to mutations and grafts.
Hinges and You, a thick, sturdy tome detailing more complex blacksmith's arts, such as the creation of hinges, locks, hidden compartments, mechanical triggers, and so on.
Wulfram's Guide to Alchemical Wonders, a fairly large guide to alchemical reagents, mostly among plants and harmless, easy to catch insects and fish.

[Skyrunner]

Albri cautiously opens door B9.

It is locked.

Landren quickly opens all the unlocked doors in hall C, before Jan can.

Doors C6,8,9 thru 15 are all locked.
Door C2 opens into a pantry that is empty.
Door C8 opens into a room that seems to be equipped to store arms and armor, with armor stands, weapon pegs and shelves tall and short, but is mostly empty save for a crossbow, shabby ammunition and a set of seven plain daggers.

Sil opens A-1 and finds that it, too, is locked!

Main hall

(Hall A)

1*

|

(Hall B)

|

9*

(Hall C)

1*

2*

3*

4*

5*

6*

7*

8*

|

9*

10*

11*

12*

13*

14*

15*

[IronyOwl]

"Bah, looks like Hall A is completely locked. Well, one door is, that probably means they all are. Maybe.

Anyway, down I go."


Head down staircase.

Spoiler: Sil, Demonic Helper (IronyOwl) (click to show/hide)

Name: Sil
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Gender: Female
Physical description: Female red-skinned humanoid with a slightly feral appearance, almost like an oversized goblin or imp disguised as a human. Around 5' tall, but often hunches or crouches down to less. Has pointed ears roughly a foot long, spiraling horns about the same, black hair, pointy teeth and claws, arms a bit longer than normal, legs that turn digitigrade at the bottom, obviously clawed feet, a fairly long tail with a small barb on it, small leathery wings, a foot and a half long mostly prehensile tongue, and eyes that appear largely silvery, but shimmering with a constantly changing assortment of other random colors. Her face and general body structure is essentially human otherwise, save that her mouth can split wider than normal.
Biography: Sil was originally summoned to be a grand wizard's familiar, back when she was an imp. He doted on his new pet, which greatly aided her increases in power and size. When the catastrophe struck, her master's tower was sundered and he was pulled into some manner of rift, forcing her to flee.

She's secretly very sad about her master, and hopes she can someday find him again, though she knows the odds of finding him alive and in a recognizable state aren't good. Otherwise, however, she views the apocalypse as a superb opportunity, and doesn't intend to miss her chance to capitalize on it.

~stats~
Physical 3
Mental 4
Charisma 6
Dexterity 7
Agility 5

~skills~
Combat 3*
Arcane 2*
Crafting 3*
Social 2*
Mental 0*

~starting inventory~
Alchemy Kit
Blacksmith's Tools
Assorted bronze hoops (for balancing, jumping through, spinning, etc)
Quill, Inkwell, Writing Tablet, Parchment
Writing Slate & Chalk
The Scrolls of Servitude, a thick, leatherbound tome detailing various minions of possible interest to (generally powerful and reckless) mages, ranging from constructs and summons to mutations and grafts.
Hinges and You, a thick, sturdy tome detailing more complex blacksmith's arts, such as the creation of hinges, locks, hidden compartments, mechanical triggers, and so on.
Wulfram's Guide to Alchemical Wonders, a fairly large guide to alchemical reagents, mostly among plants and harmless, easy to catch insects and fish.

[Ochita]

"Still, it can't hurt to try all of the doors?"

Try though Doors A 2-8

Spoiler: Jan (Ochita) (click to show/hide)

Name: Jan Dyten
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Ochita is 26 years old, and has unkept brown hair, with dark brown eyes. He has a moderate build, showing that while he did do physical work, time has rounded him out slightly.   
Biography: Ochita was a general trader before the whole collapse started, which left him with a couple of skills here and there. After the Incident, he settled down somewhat, having a semi permanent store. When the collapse actually started, he ran to the closest shelter, discovering that with magic returning, he was able to somewhat control it, using it to heal minor wounds.

~stats~
Physical: 4
Mental: 7
Charisma: 7
Dexterity: 3
Agility:4

~skills~
Social: 4 *
Arcane: 2 *
Combat: 2 *
General: 1 *

~starting inventory~
Iron mace
Leather overcoat
Merchant's cap
Money pouch (Filled with a small amount of money.)
Various seasonings/non-perishables. Inside an iron pot

[Spinal_Taper]

Aaron follows Sil down the staircase, and helps her with whatever happens.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Aaron Telman
Health: 30/30 base
Gender:Male
Physical description: Medium, black, somewhat wild hair. Wears massive broadsword strapped to back over travelers cloak.
Biography: Telman was a problem child. He never got along with anyone else at the orphanage. He had random outbursts of violence, and rarely did what was asked of him. When he came of age, he left the city, no food or water, to wander the land. Unsurprisingly, he didn't last long, and he fainted in the wilderness. A wandering blademaster, Yaren, found him, saved him, and took him under his wing, teaching the boy about swordplay, magic and survival. Upon the completion of his apprenticeship, Aaron again went to travel the wastes, but when he saw the magic erupting from the ground, he high-tailed it to the closest group of people he could find.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 6
Mental:5
Charisma:3
Dexterity: 6
Agility:5

~skills~ 27 points
(see below)
Combat - 3 * (7 points)
Arcane - 1 * (3 points)
Crafting - 2 * (2 points)
Social - 0 * (0 points)
Mental - 2 * (4 points)

~starting inventory~
1 Steel Broadsword
1 Chainmail
1 Reinforced Travelers cloak
1 Emblem of The Crane School
1 Short Bow
25 Arrows
5 Rations
1 Knife

[Caellath]

Landren moves through the already opened doors and puts in his bag:
-Ingots from the three shelves in C-3.
-Tools and minor hardware, fishing implements, the small bundles of dried-up leaves, tiny vials of pepper corns, two sacks of salt, tiny bottle of red powder, and some of the thirty vials of pepper corns from the General Storage.
-One of the plain daggers.
He then goes back to the General Storage and checks the size of the mill and if it can be carried around.

Spoiler: Landren Caelumcursor (click to show/hide)

Name: Landren Caelumcursor
Health: 30/30
Power: 20/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Tall and lean, with a fair face and olive eyes. His long hair is brown with a few lighter-colored strands running through its length. He is clad in pristinely brushed and tended silver armor with white lining and parts and his underclothing is mostly white and dark blue. His full, face-hiding slitted helmet has curved horns as those of a goat.
~stats~
Physical - 6
Mental - 6
Charisma - 0
Dexterity - 6
Agility - 7
~skills~
Combat - 3 * (14 points)
Arcane - 1 * (7 points)
Crafting - 1 * (6 points)
~inventory~
Thunderbolt Steel Halberd - with steel protection running through the handle - (slung on back)
Steel Kite Shield - (slung on back)
Steel Medium Plate Armor - horned helmet, chestpiece, leggings, gauntlets, greaves, chainmail etc.
Billowy white cloak and cape
Prayer beads
Hawk's feather quill, Ink and parchments
Bag of supplies - contains dried fruits and salted food
Firestarter kit
Waterskin - filled as of now
Whetstone
Small Thunderbolt Steel Bars
Blacksmithing Kit
Leather pouches - with the coats of arms of several families sewn upon them
Cooking set
Biography: Landren was an apprentice of both chivalry, magic and smithing (although with methods regarded as strange), intent on creating both armor and weapons he could use. He was very focused on his objectives and had already achieved a reasonable level of ability - becoming more renowned for his cooking than actual fighting prowess - when the disaster struck and he had to escape from the confines of the castle he lived and move to the Vault with a comitive of fellow knights and people from the place.

None but him made it to the Vault, some dying and others straying from the group while immerse in either madness or pain. Before passing away, the Lord of the castle granted him the title of a full-fledged knight and gave him the right to take a protegee or squire under his wing, a negligible honor for someone who quickly found himself alone.

During his crucible, he abandoned his crafting skills almost entirely in favor of developing the magic side of construction directly, creating strange and never seen effects and making him stray further from humanity. Since then, it may be difficult to assess the effects of the events he has been through on his psyche. Recently he found a roaming group heading to the same Vault he was and joined them, keeping his purposes a mystery.

[micelus]

Open all unlocked doors along the hallway.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Albri of House Welben
Power: 30/30 base
Mana:
Gender: Male
Physical description: 5'5 in height and considered 'light' by his family. He has short black hair and an olive complexion. His eyes are brown. The emblem of his family ( a raven with two skulls for pauldrons and a bone in its legs) is tatooed on his neck.

Biography: The House of Welben is an old house, but not extremely rich and certainly not prestigious. For generations the house was in charge of all the graveyards in the kingdom of Volenand, organising all burials, funerals, rites, embalming, burnings, and what ever it is the dead need. It would be no surprise that the house had long tampered with necromancy, and even less surprise that the house raised up the dead as servants. Even so, power ever eluded them as they could not simply discover how to keep the corpses functional after a few years.

Albri himself was the 8th son of Count Fedrek Welben. As the 8th son, he never stood much chance for an important position or being heir. Luckily for Albri, he had no interest for that. It was expected of him to simply become a necromancer. For most of his childhood, he did spend his time studying the body, and how it worked and how to keep it moving unnaturally. Course, this then made him wonder how such things lived in life, which led to studying biology. To finish off his education, he also studied history and alchemy...although he forgot a few certain details here and there.

And so at the age of 14, he was considered of age, which for the Welben bloodline meant being a necromancer, which included a initation rite. The rite itself is rather...hush hush but suffice to say, Ablri was given recognition as a necromancer. As the 8th son, he was not given much responsiblity, beyond keeping the commoner graves and making sure that no unlicensed raising was happening. Then 6 years later, he received a letter. A letter to the capitol, requesting his admittance to the Royal University! Of course that was never to be. The Incident happened...and you all know what happened next.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 2
Mental: 7
Charisma: 5
Dexterity: 6
Agility: 5

~skills~ 27 points
Combat -2
Arcane4*
Social 3
Crafting 3*
Mental4*

~inventory~
Doctor Alber's Portable Box of Delightful Tools (Embalming kit)
Linen Tunic and Pants
Leather Gloves
Linen Tuque
Leather Shoes
Satchel
Sheets of parchment
Quill
Ink well (empty)
John Alber's Guide to the Human Anatomy
Languages of The Nations Vol I
The Histories of the Continent by The Serri Company
Prayer Beads
Mortar & Pestle
Food Rations
Waterskin (filled)
Handaxe
Saw
Fishing Rod
String
Hooks

[Skyrunner]

Sil heads downstairs. There is a short (relatively) hall with four doors leading off of it. One is marked 'Farm', one 'Pasture', one 'PRC', and the final one 'MB.D'.

Jan tries doors A2-A8. They are all locked.

Aaron follows Sil down the stairs.

Landren picks up a single King's Iron ingot, three common iron ingots, and two copper ingots. He notices the King's Iron is more silvery and heavy. He also picks up some tools, fishing implements, two of the small bundles, 4 pepper corn vials, the red powder bottle. He tries to pick up the salt sack, but they weigh 70 kilograms apiece, so he doesn't. Finally, one dagger is acquired.

The mill in the General Storage room is made from an iron grille-shaped grater and a crank. It seems to be made to grind spices. It is sturdily and, consequentially, heavily built.

Albi opens doors B1-5 and B11-15. He doesn't bother looking into them.

Main hall

(Hall A)

1*

2*

3*

4*

5*

6*

7*

8*

|

(Hall B)

1

2

3

4

5

6*

7*

8*

|

9*

10*

11

12

13

14

15

(Hall C)

1*

2*

3*

4*

5*

6*

7*

8*

|

9*

10*

11*

12*

13*

14*

15*