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[Malek Deneith]

Gosok realizes that there is cold. In fact it is coming through the door they left open, the same one he's gazing out through right now. Only for now the cold is diminished due to the braziers that are burning in the room, and were burning when they first came in.

[slave]

While the others mull over whether they want to rest or donate some of their vitality, Berak examines the three closed doors. He assumes that there is probably nobody near the other side of the doors, since they would have come to help the barbarian and the gnome. He tries to carefully open each of the doors and take a look at what lies behind them, closing them afterwards.

[Malek Deneith]

The western door opens up into a small chamber that reeks heavily of dog... well that or wolf most likely, considering the ones you just have encountered.
The nearby north-western one has a short, thirty feet or less long corridor that goes into a hall of some sort. Berak can notice a table in it, but doesn't seem to spot anyone in it, at least in the part he can see looking through the door - there is certainly more of it that can be seen from the doorway.
The final, north-eastern door leads into a long corridor, longer than he can see. There are doors through it, mostly on eastern side.

[LuckyDee]

Isirius greets Berak's offer with a nod and a grin - I'll take anything right now. I feel like I've been trampled by an axe wielding maniac. Tucking away the rod and unsummoning the flail, he starts gathering his composure as he wanders through the room as were it a museum. Peering into the two smaller rooms, he mutters to himself - Definitely not a prison... but then what...

He continues to the hallway Berak is staring into and looks over the shardmind's shoulder. - The barbarian screamd something about 'the king's favor', right before he struck me, and about needing the scepter to acquire this. I wonder... could the ship have been their doing? A shot at retrieving the scepter without having to put any actual effort into it?

[slave]

After closing the door to the hallway, Berak turns to face Isirius and says:

- The ship claimed that it was sent by the Winter King. I don't see a reason for it to lie and I don't think that these two were skilled enough to create such a construct. I have indeed wandered why the Winter King would use such a roundabout method of retrieving the scepter. The only explanation that I can think of and makes sense is that the Winter Kings powers are limited right now and he is unable to use a more direct approach, instead using his reputation and the power to change the weather to achieve his goals. I expect that the scepter would increase his power and enable him to do more.

Berak moves closer to the fire and starts preparing for the ritual, waiting for Quill's and Gosok's approval.

If Quill and Gosok agree, cast the ritual, with:
Gosok: -1 surge
Quill: -4 surges
Berak: -2 surges
Isirius: +6 surges

[LuckyDee]

- But then how did he expect to get the scepter past this little welcoming commitee? And what would have made them set up camp here? At least, it looks like they have either been here for a long time, or were planning to stay for a while... Isirius muses as he walks back to northwestern door to subject the room behind it to further investigation. He steps into the doorway and peers around the room.

[slave]

While finishing the preparations, Berak continues his conversation with Isirius.

- These two appeared to be the Winter King's followers and were perhaps ordered by the Winter King to wait here. The plan seemed be to have us give them the scepter so that they could take it to the Winter King, but since we were not too eager to give it to them, the barbarian felt that killing us would be easier than continuing with illusions and games, which he was not too fond of anyway.

[S.K. Ren]

Shutting the main door, Gosok joins Berak by the fire.

sleepy, will update with more flavorful text tomorrow

[thelaptop]

Marek quietly joins his place by the fire, glad of Pelor's presence among them.

He is at a loss of words, feeling as though he were being drawn away by his thoughts more than the attention he needs to pay to his fellow adventurers.

[Xander Morhaime]

Quill had a hard time tearing her eyes away from the table and its contents.

"Quill thinks so much wonderful food shouldn't be allowed to go to waste," she said, and was supported in this matter by the loud growling of her stomach.

[slave]

Berak patiently waits for the kobold to make up her mind about what to do.

If Quill does not agree, cast the ritual with Isirius and Gosok:
   Gosok: -3 surges
   Berak: -3 surges
   Isirius: +5 surges

[Malek Deneith]

Isirius
Standing in the doorway doesn't really add much to what Berak saw. The hall behind the corridor seems to be large - the opposite wall seems to be at least fourty feet from where the corridor ends, you can't judge the width since you don't see the whole western side of the room. As Berak you see a large table, aside from that you think there might be another set of doors near the end of east wall, and you're almost positive there is some sort of corridor going out of northern wall of the hall.

For the record corridors seen thus far are ten feet wide. Also regarding the ritual - did SKRen give a green light for Gosok's participation should it happen?

[Xander Morhaime]

Not one to be put off by the potential risks of a feast laid out in the place like this, Quill grabs up a piece of roast meat off the table and gets to eating, in between bandaging up her own wounds.

"Sho, how'sh thsh ritshual sh'poshd to work?" she asked, obviously not having picked up yet on the idea that you shouldn't talk while eating.

I'm using two surges to heal up, should put me back at max health. Also willing to go along with the ritual.

[Malek Deneith]

As Quill eats and cares for her wounds she realizes something isn't right. She feels sluggish, and her wounds hurt more than they should. And the meat... it tastes foul! Taking a second look at the "roast" she picked up the kobold notices it's actually part of a human arm. Quick glance at the table reveals a similar disgusting picture - the delicious looking food and drinks suddenly are replaced by bits and pieces from various humanoidal races and cups filled with blood.

A voice booms through the air:

Only one of the healing surges worked, the other got spent to no effect. Until next extended rest Quill can not heal hit points other than through Second Wind, does not recover spent encounter powers, and does not benefit from milestone daily power regain houserule.

Do note that this technically happened during short rest, and as such Quill is at 37/49 hp and without Steel Serpent Strike, Takedown Strike, Villain's Menace and one out of two uses of Shifty Maneuver

[Xander Morhaime]

For a few moments Quill looked like she might actually finish off the arm she had, but after some consideration threw it away.

"Quill is still hungry, but Quill has no appetite now. For that, Quill is going to find king and shove his ice stick where the sun doesn't shine so hard, he'll cough it up when Quill hits him," she promised.