Seeing a stony path laid out before them, Harri walks up the new "stairs" as stealthily as he could, though not as stealthy as he seemed a moment ago, perhaps due to the lack of shadows out in the open. He keeps his eyes and ears open for danger.
The piece of rubble tore free and bounced back down the rubble, causing Argonar to call out, "Whoa! Look out down there... sorry!" to his companions. As the dust cleared, thankfully it seemed everyone was alright. As an added benefit, the rubble was now more like a staircase, so he coiled up his un-needed rope and looked back out the now widened gap. They were facing the exterior of the tower, with a narrow path atop the stone facade that looked navigable with some caution. tying his and Henry's ropes together, he carefully made his way around, finding an opening into the second floor further along. It looked like there were enough handholds here that they could probably scale up to the third floor. Stepping into the second-floor opening, he braced the rope and gave it two tugs, signaling that the others should move ahead. with the last member, of course, bringing their end of the rope with them.
Henry quickly began following up after Argonar, clinging to the rope as he moved up. He took a moment to peer into the second floor, but thought that if they managed to reach the top first, they would have all the time in the world to investigate the lower floors for trinkets.
Unfortunately this led to the lanky youth looking down as well, and Henry felt his grip loosen as a sudden weight settled into the pit of his stomach.
"Good old stone." Dorin said, stopping to give the rocks a good reassuring stomp and completely missing the small rock slide he caused while demonstrating the sturdiness of his ancestral building material. When he got to the opening in the wall he stopped and surveyed the world from his new vantage point. "oh the catapult remains we passed on the way in are part of a larger battle line." he said, pointing out at a line of wreckage in the distance. " They have a trebuchet! " his voice raised in excitement "and I don't recognize what the thing beside it is..." He stood on his toes hanging onto the edge and craning his neck to get a better look.
The ascent to the third floor proved a wholly more difficult affair than skirting the outside of the tower, but Argonar's trusty rope work proved more than adequate to the task. In no time at all, he'd rigged enough hand and footholds to not only give his siblings an easy route around the northern wing back to the eastern wing but anchored the rope well enough on the third floor to fashion a way up to the third floor as well. As the other Foundlings made their respective routes around and up, Argonar peeked his head into the shattered third level.
While the eastern wall had collapsed like the floors below it, much of the floor above and below it remained intact. Though the mid-day sun streaming in from outside illuminated much of the floor, the angle of the rays stopped just a few feet up the far wall, which seemed to bisect the tower from northwest to southeast. The room appeared curiously empty of furnishings and trappings, but a slight prickle at the base of the young brawler's skull told him he wasn't entirely alone.
Glancing up, he noticed that the shadowed ceilings seemed to crawl with life and a sudden shift in the breeze caught him full in the face. For men of lesser constitution, the stench of excrement alone may have knocked them from the ledge. As he lowered his head and blinked the water from his eyes Argonar noticed what he should have with his first glance: a layer of guano no less than an inch thick covered the unmortared stones making up what he could see of the third level. Poking his head in and retreating didn't seem to disturb the seething swarm, for they didn't follow as he climbed back down to rejoin the other Foundlings and plan.
As the warrior clambered back down the widely spaced handholds, he also happened to catch a glimpse of the floor below. The room appeared cluttered and over-full of tumbled shelves and crumbled crates. The circle of light cast by the steadily climbing sun overhead didn't give much of a view, but it looked like a small puddle had collected along one wall. Henry's own peek into the second floor revealed that the surviving wing was truncated into a short landing only fifteen feet at its widest point from the inner wall to the crumbling edge. The wall between that platform and the room into which Argonar could see was intact, as was its door, though that oak portal stood partially ajar.
Below them, as he pondered the magnificence of fallen siegecraft, Dorin caught a faint line rising in the distance. It turned a corner and passed out of his view almost as soon as he moved to track it, but he was relatively sure that faint brown smudge was McGee and the Donkrell with their too precious cargo aboard.
As argonar's feet thudded back on the second floor with the others, he said, "Ok, we got some good-news, bad-news here. The third floor is open and reachable, but it has a large population of bats. The smell is quite strong, and the floor thick with their droppings... I don't know if they'll be hostile if we go up there." he wished Anja with her connection to the wild was here, but he put that behind him as soon as the thought surfaced.
He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, "Maybe we could scare them off with fire, but Kn: Dungeoneering 17I think the manure might be flammable, and a major fire up here could be real bad for us." he glanced around and at the door, "What have you guys found here?"
Dorin tore his eyes away from the scene below, sneaking a look upward in the process and wondering what he could see from the top. He finished his ascent as Argonar reported in with his scouting report. "It very well could be flamable, some mages use guano as an ingredient in fire spells. Maybe we could use it for something...." Dorin thought for a second, staring at the wall with a frown on his face. "Not sure about the bats, was the stairwell full of rubble multiple floors deep or could we see light through it? I didn't look too closely."
Dorin returned to his thoughts for a second before looking up again and asking "Does anyone have a way of making loud noises, perhaps we could scare them out and hide? I can raise a bunch of noise but that's my only unprepared spell for the day and I think it would make more sense to save it for something we know will work for sure."
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Henry grunted as he hauled himself up to be level with his siblings, huffing and breathing hard he tilted his head, thinking about the issue at hand. The lanky youth scratched his head as he thought about the issue, but not much came to mind. "We could chuck a torch up there, or bang some armor pieces, pots or weapons together if we want noise."
Henry shrugged and stretched his arms as he looked at the rope up with a grimace. "The sooner we get to some working stairs the better, this climbing is rough."
Argonar nodded to Henry. "I'm concerned about kn:nature (untrained) 11the bats. We could try the door here, unless you think you could quickly handle the bats Dorin? Or Harri?"