"Well, we can just stand here in the rain or we can do what we came here to do," Banoc says finally. "That would be the well Flick overhead the wizard mention. I imagine the 'hole' he was talking about is in the tower or the inner bailey. Let's go investigate this well. Flick, keep an eye out for our soon-to-be friends."
With than Banoc moves into the outer bailey toward the presumed well, his spear and buckler at the ready.
De Morsac adjusts his armor and weapons, then follows Nebless without a word, his senses in alert. Master Ho follows the three warriors with a smooth pace, sometimes closing his eyes as if he was listening to some distant song.
Five of our brave heroes approach the well in the outer bailey while Flick maintains his watch atop the ruined curtain wall for the present at least. (Flick has regained 1 CHA).[/color]
Of Ruby there is no sign bar the occasional scurrying sound amidst the rubble and a sudden fleeting flash of crimson seen out of the corner of your eye...
The well is a broad circle constructed from the same strange green stone as the rest of the castle, its battered and cracked rim rising to a height of approximately three feet. If it was ever covered and possessed of a bucket and chain, these have long since vanished, but a frayed and weatherbeaten rope does hang over the lip of the well on its Westernmost side, wrapped tightly around a rusted iron piton driven securely into the ground.
The morning light penetrates a few feet into the well mouth, showing smooth stone walls leading down into darkness.
That is all that can be immediately discerned.
Your actions, ladies and gentlemen please.
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Finnegan looks puzzled. He looks around. 'I'm not sure. Only a moment back Flick saw a group, as large as our own. If they decended recently there should be signs, yet there are none. The rope would've probably snapped sometime when they were leaving. If the wizard inchanted the rope, would there not also be mistical signs?" He looks around again, then walks a short distance away towards the west wall, and stays there.
"Well, I'm not saying it was this group," Banoc replies. "Look at the wear on the rope and the rust on the spike. They've been here a little while at least. I'm sure that this place is regularly visited by fortune hunters."
Banoc walks over to the rope and begins to pull it up out of the well.
Banoc duly pulls up the rope. It proves to be some forty feet's worth of damp, frayed, hempen cord that he would hesitate to trust his weight to. The more he looks at it the more certain he is that his earler guess was correct - this rope has been here a long time and probably has no connection with the other party lurking in the inner bailey.
The rain continues to spatter fitfully down, perhaps a little harder now. The company remain gathered around the well, bar Flick, still perched atop his watch-point. The ruins of Caern Serenath lie mournful and still under the greying sky...
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Banoc looks around at his companions then takes action once again. With the rain continuing to fall he lights a torch then crouches beside the well looking down into the depths. He hold the torch down as far as he can extend it to see if he can see the bottom. If not, Banoc drops the lit torch into the well.
Banoc's torch splutters as he holds it over the mouth of the well. It illuminates the smooth, worn walls within, but no sign of a botom can be discerned. The rogue duly lets the torch fall. He watches it flare and twist in the darkness as it drops down, down, down, growing ever smaller - before it is suddenly extinguished in a distant hiss and splosh of far-below water.
It's a long way down...
Will Banoc please strike off one torch.
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2012 15:07:22 GMT -5 by doctorx