The northeast room was different and it was obvious that this was Irontooth’s room. The first thing that the Benders noticed was the red-headed wood elf trying to pick the lock on some shackles. She was holding a dagger in her teeth and trying to work the lock but seemed completely frustrated. The shackles were connected to a chain that was mounted to the wall.
The room was also different because it had a bed instead of branches. Branches were for heathen kobolds, not sophisticated goblins (Dammit Bapuh! Where’s the mint on my pillow? Inbred mooncalf!).
The chain holding Leisha to the wall just happened to be long enough so that she could lay on the bed if she wished (or if she was forced). Leisha looked like she had taken a beating. She had bruises on her arms and forehead, her hair was a mess, and she was missing a boot. She looked up as the Benders entered the room, dropped the knife from her mouth, and smiled.
“I thought it might be you,” she said.
“What gave us away?” said Bex, returning her smile, “the explosions, or the chaos?”
Also in the room, placed teasingly close to where Leisha could reach with her feet were her bow and her quivers. One of the quivers obviously now had less arrows in it than the other. She hadn’t gone down without a fight. Her sword and backpack were farther away, leaning up against a small iron-bound chest.
“Well, you didn’t think we’d let you have all the fun, did you,” JohnM said (although given the way they looked, maybe that wasn’t the brightest of their ideas). “Sorry we weren’t able to save any for you but I bet one of these keys we found will make you a free woman again. And it seems even more likely that the other of the pair will let us into that coffer that’s holding up your stuff. Can you walk? Do you need healing? We’re about tapped out but we can help some if you need it.”
“I think I’m doing as well as you,” she said, making it sound like you guys looked like shit and she could manage to go without any special treatment for the moment.
With that they tried the keys on the chains and found that one did indeed fit. After helping Leisha to her feet, JohnM had another thought. “They had mages and/or priests. I wonder if they would have taken the time to cast a trap spell on the chest. I don’t guess we have any way of finding out. But just so we don’t have to carry another comatose body out of here, who among us looks the least hurt? JohnE, would you mind check this key in that lock?”
JohnE wasn’t exactly thrilled at being volunteered to be blown to bits or whatever trap a goblin might leave on a chest but he also knew that being the tank in the party was going to get him volunteered to be the bait and the chest opener and whatever else needed to be done that was dangerous. He put the key in the lock, closed his eyes, ducked as low as he could, and turned the key. There was a click and nothing else.
Without getting up from his crouch, he swung the lid open so that only his arm would get blown off when the trap went off but nothing happened. He peered over the edge and saw a plethora of items, one of which was a tad surprising.
Everything was laying on a bed of gold coins (420 would be the final tally when there was time to count them – “It’s good to be king”). The surprising one was a nylon duty belt with a Glock 17, a couple of extra mags, a flashlight, a taser, and a set of handcuffs. There was also a bullet proof vest that looked so badly damaged by sword cuts that it was probably useless at this point. There was also a ring and an amulet.
On a lark, JohnM decided to search the bed as well. You never know with those goblins. (As if he knew anything about goblins.) “I think we should check this place out from top to bottom. They may have hidden other things or information outside the chest.”
In one of the tree limb beds, the Benders found 5 more silver pieces that one of the kobolds must have been keeping for a rainy day or to purchase the services of a kobold hooker.
While everybody else is looting, Bex is keeping an eye on the hallway, hand on his glock. He’s not sure if anything else was in the lair, and didn’t want to be surprised. “Leisha, I don’t know if you had a chance to count… after killing 9 kobolds at the dig site, we took out 19 kobolds and one Goblin in this here lair. In this lair there were 3 dragonshields, one priest, and two fairly tough spear wielders. The rest were just fodder. Does that sound like all of them?”
“Yes it does,” she said, seeming to be surprised by the large numbers Bex reported.
“Well, the contents of the chest pretty well cinch it. Either those guys lied to us back at the military base about no one having gone through (we’d all be shocked I know), or someone else from there tried to use the Bender to escape after things went to hell. Probably during the gunfire and explosions before we got out. Only they didn’t fare so well against the kobolds when they landed here. Let’s take everything and get out of here. It’s a long walk back to the Keep carrying two stretchers.”
“Lets just make sure our “friend” here is kept nice and “comfortable”, Mark says. On the way out of the area he also polices the brass from any guns that have been fired, he thinks they might be handy at some point if he can spend some time with his dwarven and mage friends.
;;; PPD – 7/27 @ 1530 hours