After exploring the ground floor of Rapax castle, including the kitchens, with their unsavoury corpses, the friends wandered down one of the three spiral staircases to the cellar. They could hear brawling ahead and approached cautiously, eventually coming to a room with a bar and numerous kegs of the Rapax tipple, bonecrusher brew. The drunk and intoxicated Rapax seemed to have some sort of disagreement amongst themselves, with some of the senior samurai annoyed at the lack of respect of the drunken soldiers with whom they shared the bar.
"Let's leave them to it." suggested Karen
Sadly, the samurai took the friends to be enemies too, and so the friends mopped up the intoxicated fools quickly, leaving the drunken soldiers to collapse into unconsciousness. Quentin was quickly nosing around the untended bar, and scooped up a few bottles of the powerful spirit.
Down one corridor they found the castle constable in his office, even more drunk then the Rapax in the bar. They couldn't get any conversation out of him except slurring, so they left him there.
The other corridor off the bar led to two dormitories. The first contained a couple of sleepy Rapax, who were not pleased with being awoken. Sadly for them, they weren't in any condition to present a challenge to the friends. Karen displayed her annoyance with being attacked when leaving by dispatching the stupid creatures on her own.
The friends raided the chest in the room and wandered down the corridor to the next dormitory. They searched around for a bit more loot, and Margreet spotted a secret passage in the back of the room, seeing the faint line down the wall that marked the door. Some shoving by Karen and Quentin displaced the heavy stone door and the friends edged into the narrow corridor. It wasn't long, and when Karen and Quentin pushed aside the similar door at the far end they found themselves face to face with a Rapax jail guard, the door opening just behind his desk.
He stretched for his whistle, sitting on the desk, but Quentin lunged forwards to barge him away. Karen started laying into the guard, and Shu Ting emerged quickly to finish the slaughter.
They found themselves inside the gaol, and the cell locks presented quite a challenge to Salva, so they only tried three; one with some blankets in, that might have hidden something, one with a prisoner who was, yet again, drunk. They got nothing from him or his cell. The final one they tried had some new brickwork at the back, and they opened the cell to investigate. Karen punched the wall with her plated fist and the wall moved a little, dust shaking out of the mortar. A few more punches broke the wall down, revealing a passage that they followed.
Saturday, 27 February 2010
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