Hills of Kron

Francis Log 6

The West Wing

While we’re resting for a moment, Carolyn starts talking. “After I cast Sleep the first time, I could still feel the magical energy from studying the spell previously. So I just went ahead and tried to cast it a second time. And it worked!” After some discussion, we lean towards her mapcase having that as one of its powers. She has a scroll of Sleep inside her mapcase, and this happened previously too. She doesn’t seem to be able to cast an extra spell of Read Magic or Detect Magic, or any of her other spells – only the one she has a scroll of, Sleep.

The west wing has a corridor down the center with all the doors near the far end. Two on the left, one on the right, and double doors at the end. The first door on the left is quiet. Opening it, we can see what was once a showcase room. Decrepit animal heads and broken cases litter the room. A quick search turns up nothing dangerous, and this room has clearly been looted before. The second room on the left was someone’s living quarters. It has likewise been looted previously. But Slade’s incessant search for loot has him wrenching a silver baton out of the one remaining wall cresset.

The door on the north side of the corridor is next. Again, nothing is heard, and Slade slips in with a minimum of clanking. This is a kitchen, with a fireplace along the north wall, work counters all around the edges, shelving and tables. Slade continues on into the room, and his wandering path takes him near the fireplace. There’s a cask that he disturbs, and a huge bug leaps at his face. Luckily, he’s startled, and jumps back. Unluckily, he backed into a table and goes sprawling. With a better look, it seems like this is a tick of gargantuan proportions. I manage to give the tick a solid whack, while it misses, Slade recovers, and everyone else misses or jostles for position.

Ouch! My swing brought my arms too close to the tick, and it leaped on and bit me! Pertherditeis manages a solid thwack, and Slade runs the tick through. Ouch. Prying the mandibles out isn’t fun, but I get help cleaning. anointing, and bandaging my left arm. Nothing else seems to be of interest here. On to the double doors at the west end. Everyone’s set, no noises are heard, Slade slips in. This room is a barracks, cots – and the remnants of cots – fill a good part of this twenty by forty room. A large part of the ceiling is dropping rubble into the room, and the southwest corner is filled with stone rubble. “Hey lizard, eat lead!” shouts Slade as he runs to the south. A four foot tall lizard rears up and bites Slade as he rushes in. “Yeeeaaaargh!” Pertherditeis and I run in a give a solid whack though.

The lizard bites Slade a second time, he isn’t looking very happy. But he manages to poke the lizard with hit new sword. The lizard starts backing off, but Pertherditeis and I keep pressing it. She misses, but I don’t. And that’s one more nasty critter down. Thank goodness. Slade takes his vengeance on the corpse while we dodge flying critter parts. “Wahoo! Look at this!” says Slade, holding up a small metal shield. “It ate this thing, and it wasn’t dissolved!, I’m keeping it if that’s ok?” No one is leaping for a slimy shield.

Carolin says, “Oh no, that doesn’t look like it goes with my nice pink robe! Besides, you’re the one in front, I think we’re all happiest if you’re well protected. Um, speaking of which, you don’t look so good. I think we’ve finished everything but going down the stairs… and evening is getting here. So let’s drag everything out to camp and heal up!”

There’s one unbroken chest in the room, which holds a scalemail tunic, light crossbow, a pile of quarrels, and 33 cp. We gather up the loot from the audience hall, and trudge back out through the room with the dead giant adder. At camp, we slather on ointments for quick healing and resisting infection. Carolin studies her spells, and we rest.

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