[Game Thread] Could a draygon drive a waygon?

[Lobster Souffle]

Frithioth walked up to Æthelræd, getting his attention.

"Care to elucidate for us non-druids what your little woodland friend was saying?"

[Cearnacht]

elucidate is a big word for Adunakhor, but he lays off killing the mouse so that the elf will spill his guts.

[TheLetter3]

"I asked him if he'd be willing to check what was behind the door for us, but he told me no. He kept complaining about the cold behind the door, and that inside was much warmer. I don't suspect he'll be of much help, unfortunately..."

[serek000]

There came a loud rapping at the door (the door to the outside, not the small door to the catacombs. A voice drift in:

"Oy, what's with all the noise. Don't you know it's late? People are trying to sleep!"

It was the voice of the dwarf who ran the chapel, and he clearly sounded irritated with being woken from his slumber.

[Cearnacht]

[Are the walls really that thin?] "Go to sleep old man. Everything is under control."

In a Dwarven whisper (twice as strong as a puny human whisper), Adunakhor says: "I am gettin' tired of screwing around. You got to the count of 5 before I walk over there, open the door, and put my axe through the face of the first thing I find on the other side."

"ONE."

[Cearnacht]

"Two"

[Cearnacht]

"Three"

[Cearnacht]

"Four Five!"
Adunakhor strides up to the door and gives it a mighty kick with his Steel-clad foot.

Dice strength check:

1d20+4

(18)+4

Total = 22

His axe at the ready.

[serek000]

The tiny door swings open under his foot, revealing a passageway about three feet wide and three feet tall. A plume of dust flew out, propelled by the sudden rush of air caused by the swinging of a door that had evidently been closed for some time. The dust obscured vision ahead, but it from what could be discerned it looked like the passage went forward without twists or turns. It was impossible, however, to see more than about 10 feet due to the heavy dust clouds in the air.

[Cearnacht]

"Right, then. Let's go."
Adunakhor straps on his shield, hefts Ella Marie, and begins to stride down the hallway.

[TheLetter3]

"Well my dwarven friend, you seem to have forced my hand. I guess we push onwards," said Æthelræd, collecting his things.

He then addressed Wolfric: "I'm sorry, old friend, but you'll need to keep watch. Theres no way you'd fit in here..."

Wolfric whimpered audibly, but understood that Æthelræd was right. With that, Æthelræd entered the small passageway behind the dwarf, crawling on all fours.

[serek000]

Aethelred and Adunakhor saw that the passage sloped very gently downwards. The dust, beginning to settle, didn't appear to be interspersed with droppings or waste that one might expect to find in catacombs. The air was colder, perhaps five or ten degrees, but was still and no trace of a breeze could be noticed. The walls were roughly hewn from limestone and were clearly made quickly and with little regard to aesthetics.

Another wooden door was situated on the left, about ten feet down the passage. It was adorned with Dwarven script but appeared otherwise to be a simple door.

[TheLetter3]

"Well, my friend, what does the door say?"

[serek000]

OOC It is solid and not at all rotted, perhaps due to the lack of moisture and the cold that would kill any wood-eating insects.

[Cearnacht]

Adhunakhor bows his head in reverence. "It is a prayer for the honored dead. This is clearly where the bones of ancient Dwarves are buried." His lips form a tight frown. His desire to kill something green and porcine increases by the moment.