In a dark hallway look through the door with the light shining around it. Be cautious
You cautiously open the door leading to the room with light some more and peer in. The room is very large, two large forges stand at either side of the room, the fires lighting up the entire room and the heat radiating from them hitting even from where you are. each forge has two large anvils next to them. The sounds you heard from the hallway were from the four dwarves who are hammering away on red hot metal.
You focus on the dwarves, their faces lit up by the forge's fire. They're panting, sweat dripping from them. They've got red eyes with dark rings under them, like they haven't slept in quite a while. Your eyes wander down, and you see that they're chained to to ground, two manacles affixed to their feet.
On the other side of the room is another door identical to this one, only closed completely.
Near castle arlcliffe"Hello? Anyone present? I'm going in, watch my back Paddy."
Carefully creep into the entrance of the Castle.
Paddy nods and lets his hand fall onto the handle of his sword, following you closely. You carefully creep over to the entrance and enter the castle. Standing in the doorway, you take a good look inside. You find yourself looking at a large hall. Large pillars stand in parrallel rows leading to the other side. Large oaken doors sit closed in every wall. A large carpet, once probably scarlet red, now tattered and a reddish brown adorns the floor. torches hand from the pillars, their flames flickering weakly and casting ominous shadows. A few old tables and chairs are also placed haphazardly around the room as well as quite a few bookshelves, the books and faded, along the walls. You could safely say that nobody has been in this castle for quite some time.
You could have said that, if it weren't for the corpse on the middle of the room, lying in a pool of blood.
Just outside of a certain hollow tree"Hey Dave. Sup?"
Equip the lootz.
You try and make idle conversation with the angel you think you remember seeing before, but he simply bolts into the woods after Silak. Quite a feet for a man who is still hobbling and holding his gonads in pain.
You equip the pendant. Nothing immediatly changes, but you can feel the power radiating off it, pleasantly warming the skin where it rests against your body as if the sun was shining on it. You're pretty sure that the effect Silak told you about will manifest itself if you focus your will on a particular target.
"Ooh. Quite interesting!"
Slice the earth a little bit with the dagger. Then swing it in the air away from anyone else.
You grab the dagger, and take a few practice slices towards the ground. The dagger slices neat lines into the earth, not even getting dirt on the blade in the process. You turn away from your companions and swing the blade a few times. You don't feel the blade slicing the air, but with each swing the blade gets a very faint white-ish glow and you can hear a very soft popping sound, as if there were very tiny thunderclaps.
In an orc village((sorry for my abrupt disappearance >.<))
Place the vial of infinite water under the roof of the well, filling it continuously.
No worries, I've been too busy myself to give regular updates anyway.
You abruptly head out of the wisewoman's tent, and head towards the well. You pass a few orcs loitering around the village square as you do. You grab the pitcher and torn it upside down, jamming it upside down at the top of the well's little roof and attaching it with some rope. the water starts pouring out at a steady pace
You turn around to find the wisewoman looking at you, hand on her chin.
"I know of these pitchers, they are valuable and rare. And yet you would willingly aid us by putting it inside our well. Hmm. Perhaps you are the solution I have been hoping for after all. Our 'problem' has made its base in a cave not far from here. Head east from this village and you cannot possibly miss it. Remove our 'problem', and we will gladly lend our strength to the empire."In an inn in an elven village'Good, that's good to know. Now, let's just hope she's willing to betray her former captors.'
With one concern out of the way, Moskar Byal pondered how best to word his questions for the slave.
He paced back and forth across the small room on his side of the table, thinking it over for a moment.
"I undersstand your previous 'owner' wass a noble amongst the elves, yess? Tell me what he sspoke of, anything of interest you may have learned. Take your time, try and remember everything important." He pauses near the window, peering out through it a moment before adding, by way of encouragement, "Consider this your chance to get back at thosse who have mistreated you in the passt."
Begin to question the orc for information she may have gained from her previous owner.
Hopefully there's something juicy in there that actually warranted removing her tongue. Give her plenty of time to write her answers, and if she's struggling with language try and decipher what she means and offer suggestions.
Watch the view from the room's window.
Sorry for not posting, I'm still catching up on all the RTDs I couldn't post in while I was sick recently.
Yeah, like I said to Smurfington, no worries. I read that you were sick in another thread, I hope you're better now and that it wasn't anything serious.
she frown hard in concentration for a while, quill hovering above the paper. Then she begins writing in sloppy handwriting, it's obvious she doesn't have much experience writing. It reads: "He look after guard, training and arm. Recruit best men, special work. Talk about secret project, from king. Build in city, couldn't see where. Room I was kept in only small window."
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