As Gosric searches the whereabouts, Senuviel speaks to he group. I have a detection spell at ready. Maybe I should analyze the place before we enter in order to avoid surprises. If there's anything magical, I'll be able to detect it if the walls aren't too thick.

Bruga dutifully puts his skills to work after muttering that any failure to find anything significant could be significant..or not.

  Kree Looks to Gosric,Aye, but save your spell unitl we think we need it for certain, no use  wasting  your god's gifts...I am Hoping my Ladies  Tymora  and Beshaba smile on us...Either Lady Luck, having us find something, of  the Maid of Misfortune, causeing  those we seek, to mistep in some way...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #140):

Senuviel, what does your detection spell detect?  Maybe yours can be done once we are inside?

Bruga have at it checking things out.

OOC I think Goseric used all his spells.  Clair has one 1st level spell clerical left.

If we find nothing in we go.

I can detect magic, priestess. But if you people think it's better I save the spell for now, no problems for me. Says Senuviel, readying his bow.

The party enters the next warehouse and finds a warehouse full of empty cages, no animals or humanoids in any of them although a search would find waste products from both humanoids and various animals. All of which is petrified  and not anywhere close to fresh. Kree would judge it is at least years old.

A full search of the warehouse reveals another wagon much like the one that Astar had used, a box wagon with no windows or such. It is missing its wheels and looks pretty beat up.

 Kree looks at the wagon, and nods to the others,well now....does this not look like something  we have seen before...


   He will begin to search once more, for  doors , traps doors  ect ect..he will have  his  sword out..

Senuviel helps Kree with the search. The fighter/mage looks at the ceiling and after he's sure there's nothing unusual with that he moves to the wagon. That's a pretty much of a surprise, isn't that? Maybe the slavers used this place in the past to hide and even scheme their evil plans.

Keneally sees how historic the contents of the warehouse and sheathes her sword.  She tilts her head a little confused at the conversation of Kree and Senuviel, mentally adding one more tick in the 'paranoid' column for both of them but saying aloud, her voice only faintly dismissive, "This place hasn't been used in some time by the dust and cobwebs.  Even if it was used by slavers rather than entertainers with a beastiary, neither of which do we know, it was months if not longer ago. Any clues we find here will put us months in back of the enemy at best and their ilk is not the sort to stay in one place overmuch, are they?"

Bruga looks to see if there's a way to climb near the roof, and he looks over the wagon door. If nothing seems amiss, he opens the door.

  with a  bit  of a dismissive  wave to Jacodi, kree keeps looking,there  are many things to search for, and  when dealing with  the animals i hunt? any information, is good information....

 Time is not pressing, unless you have some Goldenhaired  Knight  waiting  for you at the next inn?..but if  find  one bit of information...one clue...its is worth  what time it takes us...

Keneally chuckles at Kree's sardonic reply and answers with a shrug, "Take all the time you like.  I have no knight of any description awaiting me, have a full belly and am well rested so can guard you a fair while as you ferret out your clues in the dust and dung, neighbour Kree. Let me know if there is something I can do to help assuage your mind that every conceivable tidbit of information has been wrung from this warehouse."

She stands at attention a short distance from him, regal and sombre, guarding vigilantly.

"Does it seem weird to anyone that the cages would be left to rot," Gostric says to no one in particular. "They don'ae look cheap."

Wandering past the empty cages gives the cleric a chill. Somehow the remains of the place feels more... wrong, then if they had found it in operation.

"If it be that slavers be our chosen foes, then we needs must keep an eye on this place. Given time, mayhaps we ken put in a secret door of our own, for visit'n. Not hard to suspect they may return someday."

Kicking gently at a cage, he causes a faint resonant echo.

"How d'they keep out the rats, I wonder?"

He looks over the rest of the warehouse, up at the rafters, and on the floor.

"I'm going to check out the wagon."

Khorden had had little to say.  If the good priest knew of those who could benefit from the rat meat, then far be it for Khorden to stand in the way, but he saw no benefit in it and stands well away from the butchering of the rats.  As to the rest, his thoughts were the quicker they could be done with the warehouses, the better.

  kree , and whomever wished to aid him, will search...once  we are done, we  will either  act on the findings, or move off to the next warehouse...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #152):

Ah, Goseric, fair you forget where we found you. in one of those, laughs quietly, luckily Snare did not finish you before we got to you, pets Snare good boy

I think this is a ruse or cover, if we are the last to make dust prints on the floor then we are not going to find to much but yes lets look inside the wagon and upon the roof rafters and so on. calmly point to the wagon door Goseric after you

A full search of the whole warehouse and wagon reveal nothing more then empty cages and wagon. No secret doors, no sewer entries, etc. Of course also, no bats.

  he walks up to stand beside  Keneally,...it  appears, we  have, but one building left..if  we  find  nothing, we will have to find  another way..."

  His eyes  sweep over the building once more, one would tell, that the elf is not talking  , about finding bats.......

"Before we head to the third warehouse, might'n it be a good time for a short recess? I suspect HoneyFinder would like to clean and, and persons some of you feel the, er, um call of nature?"

He chortles, and rubs his mustache in a nervous way.

"It'll only take me but ten minutes to get this rat-meat into the right hands."

Bruga sighs. Might as well check the next one. Everything's caked on...maybe it'll serve as armor.

In reply to Bruga Honeyfinder (msg #157):

Looks to the rat pile of meat Gsric lugs about.  I think the meat will keep a few more minutes while we check this last one out then you can deliver it to the poor.  Turns to Bruga, Bruga, check out this last wharehouse then we will do the same way in like last one.  I have one last gift from my lady luck so I will keep it for a heal hoping we do not need it.

Making a similar external review of the warehouse as before, Gostric consider the old prayer to Lady Luck his uncle had used, both as a curse and a blessing; third times a charm.

Would it be a blessing, or a curse this time? Or would it be both?

Well, that's the last warehouse then. Let's finish this, aye. Says Senuviel as he steps in front of the door of the last abandoned warehouse.

In reply to Senuviel Alantir (msg #160):

Smiles at Goseric, Only Lady Luck knows - only one way to find out ...  Bruga you find anything or is it the front door time

Once again Bruga attempts to use his skills. Through his mind come a rhyme about sek and find:

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away

"Antigonish" is a poem by American educator and poet Hughes Mearns. It is also known as "The Little Man Who Wasn't There",