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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 21:14:51 GMT -5
At the end of the main hall, at each side of the dais, were two doors, both likely leading to the same place. On the right and left walls were a door each as well, but at the alter itself there were no obvious supplies. The only thing worth noting was the priest, who stood awkwardly at his stand, slumped over and propped up by his elbows. He likely died giving his sermons.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 21:18:32 GMT -5
Mara gave a shake of her head, "Poor fools likely died to the plague. This one looks sorta like Michael." She moved to one of the doors on the right, reaching up to open the door slowly. "Come on... let there be somethin' good here."
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 21:26:22 GMT -5
As she opened the door, she found a stairway going down, likely into the cathedral's undercroft, though that would mean nothing to the dwarfling. At the very least the smell didn't seem so bad down there.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 21:39:01 GMT -5
If anything, going underground had a strange appeal to Mara. Though she chocked that up to the simple fact that the air seemed remotely breathable. And thus, down the stairs the dwarf went.
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 21:41:29 GMT -5
At the base of the stairs, Mara was met with darkness. Being a dwarf, she could see in the dark, but only slightly so. From what she could tell, there were lanterns positioned along the walls that could help lighten things up, and crates and sacks that seemed untouched except by dust and cobwebs scattered throughout a room with dimensions she couldn't quite make out in the lack of light.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 21:46:10 GMT -5
Mara reached for the lantern along the walls, before going into her supplies in order to grab some flint to help light it. Unless that revealed something more interesting, she would make her way to the crates and sacks to search through them for anything useful.
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 22:04:16 GMT -5
With the lantern lit, she could see more of the room, determining that it was a storeroom, or at least that's what it looked like to her. More stairs went down at the end of the room, but here there were crates and barrels to go poking through.
Inside the sacks were some vegetables, once fresh many, many years ago. A crate held some very moldy cheese, and another bundled and rock hard bread. There were some basic supplies worth accounting for, like extra flint and sewing supplies. Two waterskins remained in working order, any others having been gnawed at likely by rats.
There were more boxes to go through still, and Michael showed no signs of approaching yet.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 22:17:32 GMT -5
Mara grabbed some flint, as well as a bit of the sewing supplies. She may not be skilled with a needle, but she could do enough to patch up the rips that would inevitably happen while traveling. As far as the waterskins, she grabbed them both. It wouldn't hurt to have extra and there was ample water nearby for now to keep them all filled.
Opening a smaller box at the top of the stack yielded strange metal craftings. Finely made with varying curves and angles to them. They seemed pretty enough, but useless overall and she quickly discarded the box to look in the next one. This one was stocked with candles, and she gathered a handful for use before rising up to explore what else may be down here.
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 22:20:55 GMT -5
The stairs down were still an option, and only a few more crates were left for this room. Perhaps others would have more supplies for them to scour? As she continued to look around, Michael came down the stairs, running a hand through his hair at the bottom before replacing the glove back on his hand. "Some of the windows had latches on the inside, so I'm trying to air things out up there. Find anything down here?" he asked, peering over an open crate to some moldy cheese.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 22:27:26 GMT -5
"Dinner?" Mara laughed, "Some simple supplies. A couple o' waterskins, needle an' thread, some candles. I was thinkin' of goin' down a bit more to see if there's anythin' else if you wanna look through the last o' what's in here."
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 26, 2014 13:10:01 GMT -5
Michael stooped down to collect the cheese, unceremoniously stuffing it into his satchel. "Sure, I'll take a gander. Don't be gone too long, sun's going down soon and you know how I am with fires," he joked, standing back up and moving to one of the nearby unopened crates.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 26, 2014 14:51:41 GMT -5
"Bah! I'm sure ya can light a lantern 'til I'm back." Mara called, already taking hers with her down the stairs to see what waited below. "Shouldn't take long anyway." She muttered to herself.
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