MÖRK BORG: Chapter II: The Greed Lineage

[Animalmother]

Malaiz will follow behind Giant and if necessary deploy his "boot and roll" protocol.

[Animalmother]

Watching Giant fanny about with the door handle, Malaiz pushes him aside and applies the boot to the door.

[Sly Boots]

I was hoping to find out first if we could expect anything on the other side, but, uh, sure

[Raid]

I'll poke my head around the next corner to see if there's anyone obviously going to come charging down it towards us if they hear, for example, a door being kicked in.

[Animalmother]

After a month of confinement, Malaiz has adopted a "live in the moment" attitude.

[Stormbringer]

Sorry once again to keep you all waiting!

Giant will approach the closest door and deploy his by-now familiar 'closed door' protocol...

Precious informs GDTS that there is only silence behind the door, yet a peculiar and decidedly unpleasant odour from within.

Watching Giant fanny about with the door handle, Malaiz pushes him aside and applies the boot to the door.

Malaiz barges past, boots the door open and finds himself in the...toilet.

That's right. This is the latrine. The shitter.

The room smells unequivocally foul. A bench with holes (presumably leading to some dark pit in the ground beneath) is the only furnishing therein. The holes are full to the brim with faeces, spilling over the sides.


Meanwhile...

I'll poke my head around the next corner to see if there's anyone obviously going to come charging down it towards us if they hear, for example, a door being kicked in.

Fechr sees a staircase, winding upwards, to the north.

[Animalmother]

The room smells unequivocally foul. A bench with holes (presumably leading to some dark pit in the ground beneath) is the only furnishing therein. The holes are full to the brim with faeces, spilling over the sides.

The most detailed desperation of the entire quest..

[Stormbringer]

I'm just glad you didn't commando-roll into this room!

[Wrathbone]

Holding my breath, I’ll hurry past the latrine and carefully peek through the door to the north of it.

[Stormbringer]

Holding my breath, I’ll hurry past the latrine and carefully peek through the door to the north of it.

Test Presence, Lord Margar! d20 -1

[Wrathbone]

17 - 1 = 16

[Stormbringer]

As Lord Margar opens the second door on the right, and looks into the room beyond, he sees, from the light of the torch in the hall outside, a bedroom. Only a single bed is here. Presumably this is where Wemut sleeps.

And yet...the room is not uninhabited.

Whether it is the sound of suppressed yet frightened breathing, the smell of body odour, or the singing of the headlice and intestinal worms, Margar detects that someone else is hiding in the room, behind a barrel.

[Animalmother]

Malaiz decides to see if his disguise as the jailer works and calls out "Oi, it's Wemut. Come on out!"

[Stormbringer]

Test Presence to see if your Wemut impersonation is convincing!

d20+3

[Animalmother]

13+3