...Greenmoore's a priest, he might be Irish. :3
MAGIC"Go ahead, Malleus..." Let him open the door. Take cover behind him and prepare to attack any hostiles.
"Soo... i open mibble door first or waddaya say people? "eh wait i mean middle"
Begin searching the immediate area for a hat. Surely there's a pointy wizards hat in a place called the Tower of Magic, right?
Grab broom, follow others.
SCIENCEGather the pieces of the gun. Feel and listen to the pipe-is it hot or cold? Whats flowing through-air, water, oil etc that I can hear? As for direction, I vote for the Down Staircase.
Look for anything particularly out of the ordinary
Have plot-related freakout.
Inspect clock.
In the Tower of Magic, Pierre and Claire were following their instincts and looting while Malleus moved to the middle door and Zathyran took cover behind his armor. (Pierre: 7. Claire: 6.) Both mercenary and pirate went straight to the broom closet. Claire found a broom that felt a little different from the rest; it had a supernatural aura to it, like her cutlass but not quite. She picked it up and took a closer look. Instead of bristles, there were odd-looking feathers that were very soft to the touch, yet unbending to any amount of force she applied to them. (Claire gets: Wind Broom! It's a weapon that deals Wind damage instead of physical/blunt damage.) Meanwhile, Pierre was searching the shelf above the brooms and came up with a battered, conical black hat. He got the idea that, while it had magical powers, maybe he shouldn't put it on... (Pierre gets: Witch Hat! ...Is it cursed?)
"Let's go," Malleus said. No one had any objections to his choice, so he tried to open the door, only to find it rusted shut. He set his feet and rammed his shoulder into it, popping it open loudly. The door opened onto a library of sorts, albeit small and cramped. There were many bookshelves lining the walls and a few tables and desk scattered about. To the left of the door was a shelf that was basically a sort of honeycomb with the compartments containing rolled parchment. It was a good thing the room was empty, or its occupants would certainly have noticed them. Did the team want to investigate, or go back and try another way?
In the Tower of Science, Greenmoore was gathering the pieces of the gun while Biernat and Frenz looked around. No one was paying attention to Wymar, who was standing the corner quietly, sweating, with one hand to his forehead and the other pressed against the wall. (Biernat: 5) Among the clock parts on the table, Biernat saw part of the face of the clock and immediately took it; clearly it was valuable! The minute hand was made of silver, the hour of gold, and each hour was indicated by a small ruby dot. (Biernat gets: Antique Clock Face! Greenmoore gets: Revolver Parts!) While Biernat was tucking that away and Frenz checked the time, Greenmoore moved to the pipe in the corner and listened to it. It sounded sort of... mucky? The closest comparison he could make was to the sound of one's boot as they tried to lift it out of particularly thick mud. He touched a finger to it cautiously; it was warm, but not uncomfortably so. He put his hand around it. (2) He couldn't tell which way the liquid - or whatever it was - was headed; the pipe was too thick and stable to feel any sort of vibrations. Judging from it, though, he guessed that the contents were very loud and very hot since he could barely notice the temperature or the noise.
With no objections, Greenmoore led Biernat and Frenz downstairs. None of them noticed Wymar had sat down in the corner where he had been standing with a rather unsettling blank expression. At the bottom of the stairs was a thick door, bolted shut. Try as they might, neither Desmond nor Frenz could even begin to move the bolts. (7+2) Moving the two of them aside, Biernat reached over and calmly ripped the door off the hinges... only for all three to be immediately repulsed by the smell and sight revealed to them. They had found what could only be called a morgue if one was feeling benevolent at the time. Bodies of all kinds - animal, human, and some completely unrecognizable - lay in various states of decomposition everywhere. Some on tables, most on the floor, limbs scattered everywhere and streaks of dried blood led towards a grate in the floor. (Greenmoore: 2. Biernat: 2+1Iron Hunter. Frenz: 3.)
None of them could bear to enter the room and turned back, Biernat replacing the door as best as he could behind them to keep the smell away as much as he could. The trio headed back to the main floor. What now?
Zathyran Firsankh: 35/35 HP - 30/30 MP
Malleus Raulat: 40/40 HP - 15/15 MP
Pierre Dé Grasse: 40/40 HP - 10/10 MP
Claire Rosara: 35/35 HP - 15/15 MP
Friar Greenmoore: 20/20 HP - 30/30 MP
Biernat Hara: 40/40 HP - 15/15 MP
Wymar Sane: 15/15 HP - 30/30 MP
Frenz Grende: 45/45 HP - 5/5 MP
Greenmoore's Hearts: 3/5
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