Perrin waits to see what lies beyond the gate.

Gar, leaning against the wall to the side of the door, looks to be resting, but his eyes and ears are sharp for any movement or sound that is out of the ordinary. As thorin unlocks the door, he holds his hand up, stopping him moving, with a crinkle in his orcish brow.

he thought he heard something

<OOC: Gar Irontooth rolled 22 using 1d20+2.  listen check.>

"Some kind of flying critter, got a long narrow beak like think and leathery wings. If I open the door they might rush here, anyone got a rope?" Thorin asks.

Landor slams his palm into his forehead. “Now that we know something is in there, let’s just keep the door closed and lock it. No point in fighting something that could alert the horde of orcs down here. We still have the element of surprise. Let’s go to the south tunnels and take out the smaller groups first. It makes the most tactical sense. Just surprise attack and overwhelm before they can raise an alarm.”

"Yes, let's do something other than deal with locked up birds," commented Perrin as he walked over to the southwest tunnel and waited for the others to proceed.

The group finds behind a loose stonework 180 gold and a flash of holy water.

In the center of the room a large, smokey fire crackles in the center of this room. Battered pots and kettles are stacked all over, clearly this serves as a crude kitchen. You notice a distinct draft drawing the smoke up through a rough hole int he center of the ceiling.

"So that was quite fortunate. Who wants to hold onto the flask," inquired Perrin as he stared at the makeshift kitchen with a look of disinterest of its contents. He figured that Gar's way would have been more exciting, but at least they had found some gold so it wasn't a total waste.

Landor holds out his hand. “I’ll hold onto the flask. It seems appropriate anyways. So shall we turn back and go down one of the other tunnels before heading north or do we now want to go straight after the large group?”

Gar, looking around the kitchen, shows no interest in the flask and only passing interest in the gold. He had no use for holy water....he was a warrior, and the gold could be shared later.

...his focus was the enemy.

Without a word he turned back and started for the intersection.  "we go north"

"Sounds good to me. e Not going to lie. I'm a bit nervous about facing a large group of orcs head on," commented Perrin as he took up his place in the marching line that the group had started forming as they had made their way through the tunnels.

"So any of you got a rope? We can tie it to the grate and pull it open allowing whatever those flying things are out." Thorin says "And then use it to get deeper into the area"

“Why can’t we just leave those flying things alone until we’re done with the orcs? Unless you want to use it as a trap if we have to retreat and have the flying things go after the orcs.”He heads north and falls into position of their established marching order.

The kenku shakes his head. He whistles, looking aggrivated. Oddly, the samurai turns and starts to head northwest after he gives the dwarf a long stare. Something is bothering him. Tai tries to get in front, hand upon his katana.

They get to the north area. To the west there is a closed door at the top of a platform as well as one further east if the group goes north again and to the east another closed door. Three doors. There is a dwarven statue as well along the north wall at the end of it but the group needs to get closer to examine it as Tai simply looks down the hall to the north.

Tai tilts his head. He points at each door and crosses his arms.

Gar, feeling tai's frustration, follows closely behind him, and sees the passages. He mutters to himself, clearly eager to take frustration out on something. He was not one to talk....he was one of action. And his frustration and impatience was starting to show. Unlike the others, he didn't want to discuss the proper way to go.

...he just wants to go.

Looking at the others, with a grim look he listened for any sounds. Not hearing much except for his breathing and the thumping in his ears, he went north towards the statue and the door .

"Well, this will be easier than the tunnel choices. We just go through this door and come back to check the others should it not pan out," stated Perrin as he followed Gar toward the statue along the northern wall.

“Well said, Perrin.”Landor followed the others toward the statue. He looks at the statue to see if it is holding any weapons that could swing down and kill someone who opens the door. He motions to the statue. “Hey Thorin, you know who that is?”
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Gar, walking up to the door, stops and looks at the statue...he thought it odd a statue of a dwarf was in an orc's lair. He looked at it closely.

<OOC:  Gar Irontooth rolled 19 using 1d20+1.  search>

"Whoever it is, it makes me think that these orcs may have 'claimed' this place from some dwarves," commented Perrin as he walked past the statue toward the door. He hoped that they weren't about to open a door to find several dead dwarves lying around.

The door is a simple iron door, probably made by a dwarf. The statue is what looks like a fierce-looking dwarf in heavy mail armor. The stone warrior holds a sword in one hand and a smiths hammer in the other. The statue stands on a large stone pedestel, the whole structure is about 7' tall and must weight several hundred pounds.

Gar, looking at the statue, has a odd look on his face. "If this was a dwarven stronghold, we must take care. " He looks at the statue but keeps his distance. "Maybe this s a guardian....I don't know magic but the statue seems......different"

The barbarian is less sure about this door now. He knows that if dwarves have made this, then it will be protected. But if that was true, then it's likely the orcs haven't come this way.

"I know a bit about magic, but I'm no expert. Though, if it is a guardian, then we haven't done anything to trigger it to attack us, so if we just keep doing what we are doing then we should be fine," commented Perrin as he approached the door.

"So are we going through or not?"

Landor looked at the door then the statue. “I think we should try this door last, but I’ll default to whichever door Gar decides to go through.”
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Gar looks at the statue with nartowed eyes then yo the group. "i know little of magic....so i think we search this door last."

The orc backtracks and goes northeast towards that door.

Looking at thotin, he indicates for him to listen and sre if he hears anything

Thorin doesn't find any traps but lets hte group know to be ready as he heard something. Tai readies himself standing in the front with probably Gar. The door is slowly opened.

Barrels, crates and sacks of food stuffs line the walls of this chamber. Amongst the loot, four oversized straw pallets and other simple furnishes show that this room how serves as a bunkroom. Four bestial humanoids (orcs!) with feral eyes are cleaning their weapons and mending their gear. They spring up to their feet and roar in challenge!

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Iniative!

“Well here we go again. Pelor have mercy on them...”Landor holds up his shield and readies to charge.