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[GiglameshDespair]

Zhere is no fighting in zhat. And unlikely to vork." It was pretty clear the lack of fighting involved was the main part Ava disliked.

[lawastooshort]

"Hmm. Well. Let's bost this door down then and go do our business. We get them manacles?"

Ari tried to convey with his voice that the lack of burning involved meant that this was a plan that he disliked. He wondered if he would ever get to liking the fighting like this monstrous fiend: he much preferred smashing a sleeping git's skull in or burning them alive when they weren't expecting it. Like when they was asleep. Seemed a lot less risky. He wasn't obsessed with getting in his own face smashed to death like some.

[GiglameshDespair]

Inspect the servant's door.

[Dwarmin]

"Hmm. Well. Let's bost this door down then and go do our business. We get them manacles?"

Osirio nodded, patting a pouch on his belt. He had already given a sap to everyone who didn't have one-three padded maces-a large one for Ava (He hoped the size would make up for it's non-lethal nature), a medium one for himself, and a tiny one for Ari, which looked a bit like a baby rattle.

"May this be a simple suggestion, but can Ava lend her tools to Ithys? For the Teamwork. It's likely even the most foolish employer installs an alarm bell on his servants entrance."

[Harbingerjm]

"I think you misunderstand. I do not think the Laughter of the Avalanche is carrying an adamantine dagger with her."

[Dwarmin]

"I have lockpicks myzelf. I have no great skill vith zhem, but I could try."

Osirio snorts.

"Go ahead then, Ava-try to open it with your picks, and use the hammer if we have to. I have faith in you." he says, hoping the door won't explode when she tries.

He was becoming quite fond of her, anyway.

Not so fond he didn't take a step back of course.

[GiglameshDespair]

Ava walked over to the door. Kneeling by the lock, she gently inserted the lockpicks and began to fiddle with the lock.

"Hummph. Zhis may take a vhile."


Take twenty on opening the lock at +2

[Harbingerjm]

Changeling backs away from the door. Well away from the door. Into the hedge.
To give Ava room, of course.

[Nerjin]

Culpa, being a priest, was not quite as familiar with the idea that a door would be trapped as the others. As such, he stood near Ava and, of course, the door.

[flame99]

Though it takes her a few minutes, and a lot of swearing, Ava does eventually manage to get the door open. Upon swinging it open, however, a cord pulls taught. It leads to a middling size bell, which swings, seemingly in slow motion. As the clapper hits the outer edge of the bell, it rings out with...A soft thud. It appears the servants are fond of sneaking out, and one of them muffled the bell with some cloth.
Regardless, it leads into what appears to be the servants' quarters. It's a fairly plain place, amounting to a simple hallway, with small depressions leading into small rooms; each contains a bed, a small chest of drawers, and a sleeping body, save a few that are (Fairly poorly) stuffed with straw, clearly intended to mimic the appearance of someone sleeping there.
Quietly walking down the hall, you manage to get to the other end without waking any, though several stir in their sleep. They seem to be used to midnight noises. You reach the other end of the hall, and gingerly testing the door, it leads into a kitchen. A chef is in there, tending to what looks like a casserole. He doesn't seem to notice you; he just goes on humming.

[GiglameshDespair]

After giving good, solid glares to Osirio and the drow, Ava padded in.

With sap held firmly in hand, she stepped up behind him and swung it down in a brutal arc.

[Dwarmin]

Osirio nodded. He thought this was a fairly poor omen, however-he had hoped to come late enough at night that everyone would be asleep...now someone was expecting dinner!

He should really have been more specific in the planning phase.

Action: Help clunk the chef if Ava misses! Make sure to take the casserole off the heat, we wouldn't want it to burn...

[lawastooshort]

Dinner at all hours - Ari approved of that. Creeping up behind Osirio, he stood on tiptoes to try to get a taste of what was cooking, but... well... He's two foot tall. He moved across the kitchen to the next exit once the cook was down, and listened.

[flame99]

After giving good, solid glares to Osirio and the drow, Ava padded in.

With sap held firmly in hand, she stepped up behind him and swung it down in a brutal arc.

You try to approach silently, though this plan very quickly proves ineffective, as the first step you take turns out to be onto a creaking board. The chef notices at once, and lets out a small shout of alarm. Before he can do much else, however, she rushes in, and swings her sap overhand, resulting in an unconscious chef. However, the shout, burst of speed, and thump of him hitting the floor has almost certainly woken up, at the very least, the servants. You can hear them beginning to wake.

Osirio nodded. He thought this was a fairly poor omen, however-he had hoped to come late enough at night that everyone would be asleep...now someone was expecting dinner!

He should really have been more specific in the planning phase.

Action: Help clunk the chef if Ava misses! Make sure to take the casserole off the heat, we wouldn't want it to burn...

Osirio begins to rush in to Ava's aid, though quickly slows once he sees the unconscious chef. Politely, he moves the casserole off of the stove. It seems to be primarily made of egg and sausage; an overnight breakfast casserole, perhaps? In that case, he didn't have to worry about Arias being awake. Or wouldn't, if not for the struggle.

Dinner at all hours - Ari approved of that. Creeping up behind Osirio, he stood on tiptoes to try to get a taste of what was cooking, but... well... He's two foot tall. He moved across the kitchen to the next exit once the cook was down, and listened.

Ignoring the rousing servants, he listens at the eastern of the two doors. It's faint, but you think you can make out what sounds like metal on metal.

Barring the pantry and the door you just came from, there are two exits; one leading to a parlor of sorts, the other to a dining room.

[Harbingerjm]

Ithy moves into the nearest room and beats the servant over the head with her sap.