Our story begins in the foul lair of a mad sorcerer. Deep within the bowls of a cavern a cell made of rusty iron bars a lone figure rests lumped upon a pile of rags. She waits for the only other being in this place to deliver her ration of slop, a small goblin called Briggs. The master is gone and has been for sometime and the food has gradually become worse now to little more than watery bone broth with a piece of moldy bread.
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Briggs is just on the other side of a door in another room shouting about the state of the pantry and is unhappy about feeding the dogs. Just outside of your cell you can see bundles of thatch, a old broken chair, a few clay jars. The bars on your cell are rusty but still pretty solid. Theres several rags for bedding in your cell as well as some dried feces. You also have a wooden spoon, your only real possession at the moment. The lock on the door on your cell is made mostly of wood with some iron bindings. A closer look shows some loose nails in the bindings.
As you start hearing the rattling of keys on the other side of the door your second forceful knock on the door dislodges most of the planks it is made of and the door falls with a slam onto the ground.
The way is clear outside of your cell you can hear brigs curse something in goblin and the clanging of keys continues.
Briggs continues to look around the room PerceptionRoll = 15 VS 21 Stealth(Topanga)
Topanga enters a narrow hall at one end is another door, one made of iron, at the other is a open gate, there are also several doorways with no doors down the hall way towards the closed iron door.
You enter a room about the same size as previous one( your cell room was 10ft by 10 ft, this one is the same size) You see an old straw bed here, a shelf with various babbles, bone trinkets and an old dagger. you see a pair of goblin sized boots, and other similar sized clothes. There is a table with a plate of cheese and what looks to be a head of a cooked skewered rat along with a half empty mug of murky ale.
Briggs hollers some more curses, and you hear what sounds like a pot being broken
