@TimA single flare of magic, a shining blue silhouetted the blade as it sliced without resistance down to the hilt and out the back of Wilhelms skull. Enchanted with a cutting magic it seemed it would easily dismember whatever creatures it encountered and never snag on a bone.
Truly a remarkable weapon. But not the one for Hawke. No, it would serve, clearly, but the weapon he longed for was 3 stories higher in the wardens personal quarters close to where he kept his "guests" if you could call it such.
The keys to nearly every room in the building hung from Wilhelms still mutating body. It would never reanimate again but the explosive growth was already swelling his body till the confines of his clothes were stretching till they tore apart to reveal some sort of grotesque wings and other unnamable bug parts.
To get to the Office and the personal gear likely stached in his vault, Hawke needed to find the stairwell located across the upper level. Thankfully it was unguarded, but the view below was not promising. Massive glass panels showed the lower levels, the panels stretching from the outer walkway to the opposite side and all the way around. Each level had the thick enchanted glass coating the open space in the towers midsection.
Far below, blurred by the overlaying glass, was darkness. Complete and foreboding.
The stairwell entrance was left ajar, and two bloated forms were already stepping through uncontested. Like wilhelm they had large abdomens and torn clothes on their bodies, a set of clicking mandibles, and the grotesque multifaceted eyes of common insects. Their hands ended in grasping talons of bloodied bone.
Two infected guards.
To gain access above, he would need to slay these creatures quickly without injury and make his way topside if his sword was to be reclaimed.
@Spriggs27@Crusader Lord@Lunarlord34@DestinyStarDespite the commotion and the crash of the cell doors, none approached to investigate. Whoever was in charge of them seemed to well and truly have abandoned the group to fight or flee from whatever horrors awaited them down below.
The immediatw problem was supplies. Weapons, munitions, anything that could be of use. The kitchens were further below them and access was limited to a single pair of keys carried by the Warden himself or a select few of his guards.
Outside the room they had been guests in was the wardens office, a thick and wide polished desk was at its center with a high backed chair behind it.
Various objects littered the desk; 4 healing potions, a sharp thin bladed dagger, unfinished paperwork in a neat pile, a half eaten sandwich with questionable contents half molded and a pitcher of warm water, a massive sword rested on the wall near thw celing behind thw desk, the rest was various stamps and other needless items.
Three doors were on the left side of the office. One was the wardens luxurious sleeping quarters. The middle room was where their armor and weapons qere being kept but was locked up with multiple keys required for entrance.
The last door was a vault of some kind. Metal bars prevented access even if the door was forced apart, and the door was a thick slab of steel. Powerful magic was the only way to force your way in.. unless you knew the spell to open it.