"He is Faerie Fired," Amara replied to Francis. "He would also have had to have dispelled that before he would be truly invisible again."

She swung her backpack off, setting it on a chair and opening it, "It's a Handy Haversack," she noted. <darkblue>"It should hold most, if not all, of the papers, so just slide them in here."

But she stepped back from the table. A command center without anything else? She doubted it. "Otkriti tajna vrata" she chanted briefly, clearly a spell, then began looking around carefully.

Leaving Amara to do the <shudder> wizardry thing, Myarra took her up on her offer and started stuffing every piece of paper she could find into backpack.

Stuffing papers into packs and sacks, the group quickly loots the room. Silver searches the statue and quickly realizes that it was a Dragon Cultist that was turned to stone by the Medusa. Hanging off the statue/clothes rack is a robe and two cloaks, all three of them with the symbol of The Cult of the Dragon on the backs. Amara casts a spell

"Here," Amara points out a secret compartment below the statue, outlining it. It's conveniently placed below and between the statue's legs. "I'll see if there are any more while you check it." She continued around the room to make sure that was the only secret compartment.

"Ah, yes.  The medusa is still around." Myarra says to the room in general.  "I'd almost let myself forget about her."

Otherwise she waits to see what Silver is going to find in the secret compartment; and what else Amara might discover with her ... um ... gifts.

Silver checks for traps and finds a small needle trap, which he disarms. While playing around with the trap, Amara uses her spell to look around for more secret compartments or rooms, but doesn't find anything. Getting a good look of the room, it looks like everything here is just temporary. Watching out the door of the Command center, Orcs are running all over the place, but fortunately for you guys, seem to ignore the building you're in.....for now. Silver disarms the trap and unlocks the secret compartment hatch and opens the small 2x2 door. Inside are bags with the Cult of the Dragon symbol on them. It appears that the group has found the troops payroll coin.

"That goes in Amara's backpack as well." She looks around the room once more, but doesn't see anything worth wasting more time with.

"Let's see," she says, ticking points off her fingers.  "We've surprised them where they thought they were safe.  We've killed their dragons.  We've slaughtered almost all their leaders.  And we've stolen the payroll.  I think we've done about as much damage as we can.  Shall we go?  We need to pick up Nolan and Swiftstrider and ... I'd say we head out the front gate and make ourselves scarce.

Unless anyone can guess where the medusa might be?  I rather figured she'd be here.  I can't see her bunking with the orcs or standing guard."

She looks around to see what the others think.

"This is not the only complex these Cultists have. I've heard them talking about other places where they're digging up stuff in ruins." Frances said to the group "I honestly believe I wasn't supposed to hear that and was put in the basement to guard a hole, when in reality I was probably going to be dumped in there. But, back to the subject. I have seen this hooded woman before. It was maybe 3 days ago. She left into the forest."

"I would like to search this place for my friends. Hopefully, they're still alive." Thelonious said after Francis finished

Sister Aliana also offered her magic Haversack for more storage space.

"I'm in favor of continuing the search for other prisoners, unless you all think it's too dangerous."

"Nothing else here," Amara announced, having thoroughly looked for other compartments. "And here, let me judge - I don't want to ruin my magical bag by having it overloaded - it can carry a lot, but not necessarily everything. It might be best to put the more bulky in there." She said, moving over to hand weigh things to make sure the haversack isn't overloaded. When as full as she is confident it can handle, she closes it and swings it, lightly, upon her back. If there's anything else left, they'll have to carry it.

"I can throw three darknesses yet, if we want distractions, but that isn't as useful with orcs as it would be with most humanoids.

And are we certain all of their dragons are dead? If we are, then I'm good with searching for prisoners - but I can tell you, I don't have much left to fight something like a dragon."

"I have a Haversack as well.  I can load some things up, too."

"I've been here for a couple weeks and the only dragons I saw INSIDE the complex were the two baby dragons we defeated, plus momma and papa." Francis said to the group "I don't see momma and papa around, so I suggest we hurry and get out of here before they show up. This big one flying over head is way too big to be any of them, and personally it makes me very uncomfortable just being around it."

"We killed one of the parents out in the forest.  That just leaves one, and without Swifty by my side, I don't want to face a pissed off parent. The big green up there is helping out for the moment for reasons of her own.  And no, I don't trust her either.

Fill up Aliana's sack and then we can go let the prisoners out, and kill any orcs that get in the way.  Then I say we make ourselves scarce."
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"Lead on," the drow suggested, as she glanced once more around the room to be certain that they had gotten everything that seemed useful.

The Commander's headquarters is ransacked for anything of value, be it coin or information, and stuffed into magical haversacks for future use. Giving the place another once over and finding nothing, everyone exits and goes outside. The fortress is in complete chaos as the group watches Orcs running around gathering stuff. Some are firing arrows at the Dragon in the sky and some are hopping the walls and fleeing into the forest.

Quickly moving to the building where you originally emerged from, you encounter no resistance as you quickly move down the stairs to open the prison cell room...

Normally Myarra would leave locked doors up to the roguish Silver, but as this door was so cheaply made she decided to just open it herself with a good hard kick.   She keeps her sword balanced beside and behind her in her left hand, just in case there's something in the room that might require it to be handy.

Amara followed Myarra, glancing around to make sure she was fully apprised of the situation.

Aliana followed the group, ready to defend her friends.

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With one good kick, Myarra breaks the door down, while Silver just sighs and puts his tools back in his pocket. The room is 10x10 with a crowd of prisoners chained to the walls. Most of them have been "Interrogated". The place smells horrible as the prisoners had to do the "calls to nature" where they stood or sat...in what clothes they were still wearing.

Myarra stares at the scene in apparent shock.  It's not that she's a stranger to cruelty, but this seems to strike a nerve.

"Get them loose.  We're taking them all with us," is all she says, apparently to everyone and no-one.  Then, without waiting, she moves to the closest prisoner and swings her sword at the chains where they attach to the wall (and furthest from their hands).


OOC: Just how many are there?

Silver takes in the scene, and quickly gets to work, grinning as he gets to pull out his tools again. "Heya folk, we're here to get you all out. Everyone is getting free here, so just stay calm, be patient, and we'll get everyone loose. Don't mind the sword swinging Demon, she's tightly under control, and she's here to free you."

The grinning half elf threw a grin towards Myarra before going to the other side of the room and starting on the manacles.

I'm not sure if you're gonna actually need Open Lock rolls from me BB. If you do, I'll make em.

The elf maiden was appalled to see the horrible conditions, and was ready to heal anyone wounded too badly to travel.


OOC:17:39, Today: Sister Aliana Farwalker rolled 17 using 1d20+7. healing.

Amara didn't seem too phased by the poor conditions. As a drow, she had seen far, far worse. She reached down into her boot, withdrawing a set of lock picks herself. Although she rarely used them, she seemed proficient enough with them as she wordlessly went to work, levitating if she needed to in order to reach the easiest working height.