Rael flash a smile to Angrboda "Don't worry about it..." he shakes his head "Fine we are all in agreement... lets move. If we stay here we will be trapped. If we will go back the way we came we will be caught so it leave only one way..."

He will let one of the other more combat orient to lead but will follow with his new giant friend in tow.

Not waiting for the others, Lars proceeds down the passage until he reaches the secret door found earlier.  He will listen a the door.


10:21, Today: Lars K'Rusome rolled 11 using 1d100. listen tn 29.

With the overall choices being figured out, based on their various merits, The crew gathers together to head down the secret passage. Lars stops at the initial alcove found earlier and hears nothing coming from the other side of the wall. Now that there is light, nothing is chasing you, and it is far easier to breathe, it is easy to find the latch. Based on the conversation of others, this door should lead back into the mummy room and the filled in stairway. Taking a step back, he notices that a torch has been placed down to the end of the corridor leading to a tight spiral staircase heading up. The creature eagerly falls in behind Rael Gol, whom is now the receiving end of this creatures, every so often, digging into any available pouch or plucking at every visible speck or loose thread.

Viktor returns from the guards room and confirms that there appears to be no signs of anyone pursuing the group. While Khazim, and his bow, take up the anchor position waiting for all to pass before he himself enters the secret passage and shuts things up behind him. Lars makes a hand motion for everyone to hold still and turns the corner at the end of the hall. "I want to check something." he whispers.

Maps Updated, Map 0 - Dungeon, Map 1 - What is known up the staircase
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Rael neck was starting hurt from looking up all the time at the giant black man. He points at the wall "Stand here..." he tell him "We wait now for Lars to do his thing."

He glance at the others "Have any of you noticed something odd that happens when he touch you or some items?" he asks as causally as he can.

What do you mean by something weird Rael?  stops walking and takes a quick drink and offers it to the black man....

"No drinking on duty," Berta grins at Viktor, holding out her hand for the skin so she can have a sip herself.  "And it's moldy bread and dank water for the prisoners.  You make a terrible guard."

"I've not yet been touched by our new friend," she tells Rael in a tone that suggests she'd prefer to keep it that way.

The big woman glances around the corner of the narrow passage towards Lars, ready to rush forward if he should require assistance.

Angrboda, while definitely curious about the new addition to the group, is more concerned with getting out of the castle and figuring out how to traipse through a hostile city.  She moves up quietly to see what Lars is looking at, "What's going on?" she whispers as she reaches him.

01:34, Today: Angrboda rolled 60 using 1d100. move quiet tn 60.

Rael shakes his head "Oh, nothing... it just feel different ... " his gaze shifts around the ceiling "No matter... we have more important things to worry about."

He glance up the stairs trying to see if he can notice what troubled Lars so much.

wonder what is going on up there? don't drink too much Berta or I might have to carry ya...chuckles as he hands the wine to Berta...points to the stairs where Lars is....

Figuring he is now on ths ground floor, Lars listens at the door to the great hall.

23:16, Today: Lars K'Rusome rolled 77 using 1d100. listen tn 29.

Failing to hear anything Lars proceeds back to the landing, where he notices Angrboda sneaking up the stairs. "That way leads to the great hall.  I was going to check up there," he whispers.  Lars points to the next stairs leading up, then starts moving up quietly.

23:25, Today: Lars K'Rusome rolled 17 using 1d100. move quietly tn 20.

Everyone sits in the sputtering light of the torches in the secret hallway as Lars and Angrboda move on ahead. It seems as if a secondary set of stairs traversing all the levels of the keep has been found as the winding stairway leads from one level to the next. At the end of each of the landings appears to be another concealed exit. Given the overall ascension and location, this landing should deposit your somewhere on the top level of the building. From where you are at the latching mechanism is easily visible. Listening carefully at each of the false walls, Lars hears nothing. No shuffling of guards, no calls of alarm, or any other such noise other than your own breathing. You know that the inhabitants know you are here, however, what you do not know is where they are at. IF Berta's claim is true, the royal compound would be fairly vacant. Any smart ruler, at this point, would have gone to get reinforcements rather than face whatever was attacking her home alone.

For good or for ill, it seems as if you have the compound to yourselves.

The black skinned man notices the container being passed around with interest evident in his eyes. As soon as the skin is close enough he abandons digging through Rael's easy to reach stuff and grasps the skin. Taking a giant swig he smiles, tips it back again, and continues to drink. In appreciation the black skinned man lets forth an all to loud "Meep!" As people shuffle around it is hard to not brush up against each other, and consequently, the black skinned man. Those brief seconds of contact produce a warm tingle where contact is made. The feeling is there for only a second, as soon as contact is broken the feeling quickly fades away.

Pretty good shit there Meeper? chuckles a little but not too loudly...offers his hand out for his winesack back and motions he can take another drink first...ok I know I drank some of this wine and it is quite strong, but did you all feel a warm tingling feeling?

Angrboda motions for the group to come up the stairs, then slowly lifts the latch to the door into the upper level of the keep.  At Vktor's comment she answers, The creature s obviously some sort of magical being.  Perhaps a demon from another realm." she then looks at him, "I really hope you are not to drunk to swing your axe again when the time comes, we are not out of this yet."

puts his winesack away and holds his crossbow up as he walks up the stairs..yes mother...I will not drink anymore...mutters a few words and reaches down and feels the bandage on his side to make sure it is still wrapped up...

"You couldn't possibly drink any more," Berta grins, though she grimaces at the black-skinned figure sourly, as she realises it's unlikely the wineskin will find it's way back to her, at least not with a drop left within it.

The tingling at his touch was disturbing too, for all the sorceress dismisses the import, though the warrior-woman will not be the one to gainsay her.

At Angrboda's signal, Berta moves to the top of the stairs, entering the room first, by dint of both familiarity with at least the above ground floors of the Royal quarters, and also the stolen armour she wears ...

Rael climbed up the stairs following Lars and Angrboda he had his hand ready on his knife as he crept as silently as he could after the pairs and into the upper chambers.

Angrboda Grasps her dagger and follows Berta in, hoping the group will find another way to exit this place before it is too late.

With crossbow loaded and finger on the trigger, Lars waits for Berta's signal.

[Private to GM: Activates Goldar's Eye to use Witch Sight]

motions for Khazim to go ahead and he will take the rear of the group...follows behind everyone...ready to pull his finger on the crossbow...

The false wall opens up into a room dripping in decadence. Plush divans are scattered about the room. What space is not covered with rich tapestries and draperies are occupied with rows upon rows of bookshelves. The shelves are packed with aged, worn, and well read tomes. The lettering is familiar, yet just different enough to scramble the true meaning of each title. Many, however, are obvious in what they contain with the prominent eight arrowed sigil of Chaos emblazoned on the spine or cover. Mixed in among the books are also other, slightly more saucy, tomes of interest. Many of which describe various torturous or carnal works of writing, complete with pictures.

Along the "North" wall are two windows, currently open, yet covered with a single layer of draperies. It is enough to blunt out the light spilling forth into the night, but not enough to completely prevent the wind from occasionally spilling into the room. The doors exiting the room are all shut with key style locking mechanisms visible on the doors. The "South" and "South-West" door also has a lightweight bar able to assist in sealing the door.

As before, an eerie calm is about the place. Few noises drift in from the slightly open windows. As the wind billows in, moonlight also leeks through, enhancing the sparse illumination of the few candles that sit spaced about the room on large brass candelabras. Just outside those windows, you can see the battlements of the keeps wall well beyond reach of even the most athletic jumper.

At the sight of so many wondrous things, the black skinned man brushes past everyone like a kid first unleashed into a toy store. He begins to touch all the fabrics, play with the candelabras, page through the various books, and even go so far as to move towards the somewhat open window as a slight breeze makes the draperies flutter.

[Private to Angrboda: The Language on the books seems to be in a form more complex than Low speech, yet not as difficult as high Speech. Much akin to what Mabden would be to YK Common.]

Rael you might want to keep an eye on your new friend....it is way to quiet in here...goes off to the side and switches his crossbow out for his mighty axe...swings it around a few times to get limber...

"Oh...." Angrboda says softly when she sees all the books lining the walls.  She then approaches them, seemingly mesmerized.  Carefully watching for traps as she walks along the wall she allows her fingers to brush the spines of each one lovingly.  "My beauties, what sorts of knowledge do you hold?" she asks as she breathes deeply the scent on the room.

OOC: 12:31, Today: Angrboda rolled 92 using 1d100. search tn 71.  Sorry if there is a trap guys.
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Lars watches 'Meepo' as he explores the room.  "Make sure the giant baby doesn't get us all killed," he growls.  When he sees the tall man approach the curtains he quickly cuts in front of him and herds him away, drawing his attention to some other feature.  He returns to the window and parts the drapes just enough to peer out into the night.

[Private to GM: Does Lars see anything with his Witch Sight?"]

Keeps his axe in his hands and watches the entrance...just in case...Angrboda would you like to check some of these books out? Put some in a backpack, I would carry it.

Angrboda slowly slides 4 of the books off the shelves and places them very carefully into a backpack, "I wish I could take you all but alas it is not meant to be lovelies." she says mournfully as she shoulders the pack, "Thank you for the offer Viktor but if I am to spend more time with such robust adventurers as you I should start working out more.  Besides, 4 books don't weigh that much." she explains as she moves to listen at the doors, "Which way should we be going next?" she asks the group in general as she moves between the doors.

OOC:  Don't know how many doors there are but I assumed there would be 3-4.
22:36, Today: Angrboda rolled 7 using 1d100. listen tn 67.

22:36, Today: Angrboda rolled 32 using 1d100. listen tn 67.

22:35, Today: Angrboda rolled 76 using 1d100. listen tn 67.

22:35, Today: Angrboda rolled 43 using 1d100. listen tn 67.