Inside the remnants of the tower, an old wooden chair had tipped over near the remnants of a smouldering fire. The logs charred, emitting an eerie red glow beneath the white smoke that drifted into the sky. A rancid odor reminiscent of rancid meat or decaying flesh filled the air wafting from a poorly concealed heap of dung in the southern corner of the room. A pile of wood lay haphazardly against the northwestern wall - quite obviously the remains of stockades hacked apart and used to heat the small room in the chilly nighttime air. A quick glance around the room, it would not be difficult to notice a small crate filled with flasks both empty and full recognizably labeled as “oil” in the common dialect. Upon further quick inspection engravings could be seen, highlighted by a ray of sun breaking through the tattered remnants of the wooded ceiling. The written words were noticeably of a foreign tongue, their letters thing and elegant with strong flourishes at the ends. The letters were engraved above opening that quite obviously lead to a descending staircase. From within the darkness came an eerie cackling laughter, a squealing high pitched cacophony carrying up the stairwell on the northeast wall.

As the party entered tiger, spellthief, ranger, druid - Keris would be pleased to discover that not a single trap was to find. From one corner of the room to the other it was clean, doorway and all. 

Upon inspection, while Geraint’s attempts were little more than futile his search would reveal that the small crate while containing a number of empties also held six full flasks of oil. But his search would also uncover that the engraving on the wall was a warning written in elvish - [i]“Weary eyes, the wolf strikes.”[/i]

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As with the others, Jaegar would breach the cracked portcullis into the remains of the fallen guard tower along with the rest of him. After finding the means to hide his pipe away the Ranger unslung the bow from his shoulder and notched an arrow. Little did he know what to expect. While he had explored the island to an extent that mimicked thoroughness, he preferred the wild. His time dungeoneering was spent in caves, the foothills of the northern mountain, even the strange tunnel system that worked as the sewers. But there had always been something about this tower that had put Jaegar at unease. In fact, if it were not for the party that he had the fortune of encountering, he would have failed to found the mental fortitude to delve the depths on his own accord. 

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[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1061]Jaegar made a hide check and rolled a seventeen allowing him a prudent opportunity to avoid any potential first strikes.[/url]
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Jaegar took up a defensive position behind the thief. He bent and contorted his form around the stone frame of the doorway. The range hid, protected from detection from inside inhabitants and did so quite well. He led with his arrow drawn, aiming for anything that may be disturbed by their presence. But just as the tiger and Keris had entered unharmed, so did Jaegar. He relaxed his arrow and lowered his bow. 

[b]“Few better signs than a clear room in the dark, aye?”[/b] Jaegar would quip. 

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[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1059]Jaegar made a search check and rolled a twenty-four, granting him the luck to find some particular premium loot for the party to dispose of.[/url]
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While he would not waste a great deal of time on the matter; however, if there was one thing that Jaegar had learned throughout his life discovering the island land around him was that every new location was worth a once over. So he took the time to search. While not searching for any particular he would find that there were still half a dozen full flasks of oil in the crate. Continuing his search of the room would allow a glint of moonlight to catch Jaegar’s eye. It was not a brilliant dazzling light as if the sun had caught a mirror but just enough to draw his attention. Upon inspection Jaegar would find a small cache of treasure. Quickly he snatched up four gold coins. He did not hide his possession but pocketed the coins nevertheless. But what was more surprising was what this small discovery had led to. His jostling of the crate had disturbed the hay and stone that lay scattered around the crate. In doing so Jaegar discovered something spectacular. Tarnished as it was, it was still a set of full plate mail. 

[b]“The gods smile upon us on this night. Mayhaps it is safe to leave this here, if only until we --”[/b]

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[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1060]Jaegar made a listen check and achieved a total of twenty-five allow few things in the immediate area to elude his auditory sense.[/url] 
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[b]“Mani naa lye waitien ten'? Manka lye uma il- pelekta rato eller nothien hyarya.”[/b] 

It would have been nearly inaudible to the others. It was only by chance that Jaegar had picked up on it. It just so happened by chance that it was the only other language that he understood aside from the common tongue. 
[b]“We are not a lone. Down there,”[/b] the Ranger pointed towards the only staircase that descended into darkness, [b]“elves lay in wait, restless, anxious perhaps?’[/b]

He tightened his fingers around the fletching of his arrow, drawing it back slightly against the string. He aimed towards the breach in the floor that preceded the staircase that descended into the bowels of the tower. 

[b]“Well…”[/b]

[@Yamazaki] [@The Harbinger of Ferocity]