Tann had been checking on some past things and came across that this should have been listed in our bag of holding.
With Barreel going out and Schnozzle getting ready to bring in character it was one of those "what ever happened too" things.
So good for our side.
As for looting, it seems we won't have much time to escape the room so if you want to quick a body next you, glancing at rings or broaches that's fine but no time to determine their value yet. We need to decide quick and run for the North door.
If you remember there were two other doors on either side of hall. We can check one of them or head back the way we came to the intersection. There we either turn right and head down that hall or charge straight to the next intersection. The star was where we were before going down to the room at the end of the hall we are in. So think about choices.
Posted on 2014-02-18 at 14:22:28.
Edited on 2014-02-18 at 14:26:14 by Odyson
We went right down the south door right? My second thought was to go East, but many of you wanted to go West. So, do we still want to go West? Ducking through one of those doors wouldn't be a bad idea.
so i had this in my last post but chose to take it out because i deemed it to much inner monologue and adding it wouldn't further the story any. but i still wanted to share it cause its cute.
Absentmindedly she stroked the signet ring, which held the dijin Xin. his voice soothing and barratone rummbled into her mind.
"mistress, how may i assist you?"
Alyia smiled and leaned her head back against the wall.
"Xin, tell me something to lift my mood from this pit of woe and dispair." she mentaly projected to him. Alyia knew this was a waste of his talent and vast knowledge, but she also knew that Djin reveled in their ablity to story tell.
"ah, may hap the story of the tortis befits you. "
Alyia closed her eyes and listened to Xins rummblings.
"one day when tortis was still young, he had spent the day as many such before in the same routine an eating the same things. walking back to the spot in which he sunned himself in the afternoon he spotted a ripe peach on a low hanging branch but still yet far out of his reach. so tortis tried his might to get the peach, he tried moving rocks and branches to stand on an yet he could not reach. he tried throwing rocks at the branch hopping to knock the peach down but to no avail. and he tried climbing the tree but it proved to be impossible. finally as the light began to wain he piled up everything in a giant heap and clambered up on to it. the pile was rickety and the higher he climbed the more it began to shift. yet all the turtle could see was himself gorging on the ripe juicy peach so he pressed on. an at the top as he reached to pick the peach the pile slid and snapping his jaws closed on air he fell. sliding down the pile head over heels he came to an abrupt stop at the bottom scratched, bruised and squarely on his back. for the first while the tortis was to disheartened to try to move, his wounded pride and was so crestfallen he lay their and wept to himself bemoaning his loss. as the moon rose and the sounds of the night began to surround him he came to realized the new plight he was in. if some predator came alone he was a easy meal. so the tortis began to try and right himself. stretching his limbs and neck out, rocking back and forth. soon his struggles began to wind him and weary an one more disheartened he again cried to himself. woe is me and sobs continued till the sun was once more up in the sky. and with the heat of the day the tortis began to get thirsty. he once more realized his plight had became more dire. now if he didn't right himself and reach water he would surely parish. he tried with all of his might and will to right himself. an just when he was about to give in to disparage and exhaustion. he did it! he managed to right himself. he was so exhilarated he forgot about the peach and went to find something to quench his now parched throat. an since every time he went past the peach tree he remembered that no mater what situation you get into or find yourself in, giving in to woe and dispair will only cause you to put yourself inparrel needlessly. an that no matter the struggle if you don't try their will only be one out come, to fail. Oh, and the tortis did get his peach in the end. beings he made a daily trip past the tree everyday several days later he noted that the peach had fallen to the ground ripe and dripping with juice. so he ate it gladly bruise and all."
Xin's voice was soothing like a rippling brook and energy and pride only added to the inflection of his voice.
"thanks." Alyia thought. "you always know the best stories to cheer me up."