Return to the Guild

[The_GM]

The scene is hellish. Blood and bodies fill the guildhall. The stench is overpowering, flies buzz nosily in the air. A lot of the bodies seem to be the servants, you see a few warriors, but not too many. Sir Raoli and Kyra's bodies are nowhere to be seen.

After a few minutes you hear stirring in one of the storage room barrels. A small green head sticks out. It breaks out in a big tooth grin. It's eyes wide "MASTERS!!!"

Slush the goblin you saved all those months ago, looks up at you.
"Ohh it was horrible! Big mean man in robe with lots of dead things, and others in robes. He look at you, and you kill friend! Horrible. Slush hide, and hide good."

[krystal]

She looks around wide eyed in dismay at the horror around her and looks at the small goblin with a glance. "did anyone survive?" she sqeaks out with a pale face and a shaky voice.

[jenn]

Jenn enters behind Krystal puts her hand on her shoulder and whispers in her ear, "we should take care of the body's soon" as she looks the horror.

[Krusk]

Krusk approaches the scene with his mouth agape. The place he had been trying to reach, to start his new life, in ruins, covered in carnage. His eyes flit about the scene, and he draws his sword, checking the area. (Perception, 1d20+4)

After surveying the area, he turns to the weeping goblin, and growls a question: "When did this happen? Did you see which way they went?"

[Maglor]

Maglor eyes the goblin suspiciously. "How is it you survived whelp?!?!" He then precedes to search for clues or tracks.

[The_GM]

The terrified goblin looks down at the ground.

"Slush get supplies when they come in. They scary so Slush hide in barrel. Slush good at no seen. Slush heard noised from basement, but Slush not know where anyone went."

Perception (5): Krusk you don't notice anything beyond the blood and bodies.

[jenn]

(( would also like to make a Perception check to check the area 1d20+12))

[enygmasoul]

Sariel clasps the goblin on the shoulder warmly, "Glad ya survived, little gobber. Ya done right by us, so no worries there." She turns to face Krystal, "I don't know about you, Angel, but "friend attacking friends" sounds an awful like what happened to us when we fought that blighter behind the force field. Looks like we've made a fairly awkward enemy, by rights."

"Can't help but noticing there's no sign of Sir Rauli, though, or that Kyra lass. Could be they've been taken captive, mm?"

[krystal]

Krystal shakes the ice off her soul as she draws a blade heading with purpose towards the stairs leading down after surveying the room with her eyes (Perception Check, 1d20+11).

She glances back to sariel "If he heard noises in the basement they may still be down their. Or thats where the others may have tried fortifying themselves. Either way im going to find out. You all can stay here if you want but i'd appreciate the backup"

Her heavy footsteps, mainly due to the full plate, echoes as she descends at a frantic and very upset pace.

[DarkBrigand]

Vex wanders around the guild house, arriving just as the goblin mentions something about being "good at no seen".

"Good at not seeing anything is more likely," the cruel ranger laughs. She leans against the frame of the doorway, arms crossed beneath her breasts and her cloak draped across her forearms. The twin hilts of her rapiers hold the hems of her cloak apart from her slim form. The blood and carnage bothers her not at all. She's seen worse, but not as sloppy as this.

"Search the place quickly and let us be on our way."

[The_GM]

(Krystal and Jenn Perception Success) You notice that some of the blood streaks towards the stairs leading down. Like it was tracked.

[krystal]

Krystal beckons for the others, asking Jenn and Sariel to take a look around with her supernatural senses.

You head down the stairs, sword drawn purpose gleams in your eyes. The basement is bloodier, here you see the bodies of several warriors in front of a large iron door, a shelf of canned goods lies on the ground next to the door. Clearly, the door was hidden. The remains of skeletons, and ghouls are scattered across the floor.

The iron door is locked, and there does not seem to be any mechanism to open it. Except, for a raised buttons with the numbers 1 through 10 on them.


As look around the rest of the room, you see another door, reinforced wood in this case. This door has a large lock on it. There is a picture of a sword and shield carved into this door.

[jenn]

Jenn looks around for anything of the magical sort (1d20+11)

[The_GM]

Jenn (arcana) You don't detect anything magical.

The small green man follows sheepishly down the stairs.
"Me here big Sir say if guild in trouble 5, 6, 9, 1 open way to safety."

He sniffs the air a bit. "Something stinky."

With a low growl a ghoul drops from the ceiling, landing on top of the goblin. It's jaw stained red with blood, vicious claws tearing large gashes in the goblins shoulders.

GM: We will pick this up tomorrow