Well?
Melon does to the right door back in the initial hallway what he did to the ahead door in the initial hallway, complete with exaggerated shushing motions and monster pantomime.
Seriously. I’d like this campaign finish sometime before the machines take over.
**Melon **hears some barely-suppressed heavy breathing and a nervous, almost panicky heartbeat.
Ishtar will make loud spooky Ghost sounds for fun. “Wooooooo! Whooooooo… Boooooo?”
"Whooooooooooo… Who-hooo. Whooooo arrre youuuuu?"
OR “Woo-hooh-hoo Ducktales!” (Kidding on the songs, but I’ll stick with the spoooooky noises)
Melon opens the door and heads on through.
Well?
No, really, you’re in what looks like a well-house. There is a round shaft in the middle with a low wall around it to deter the terminally careless from falling in, and a windlass over the hole with a rope wound on it, a sturdy wooden bucket on the end of the rope, and a crank handle. There’s a ratchet on the handle, at present stopping the bucket from moving. The room has the musty smell of damp old rope, but nothing worse.
Fuck this is just like that Myst game.
“Well, it can’t get any worse. Get it? Hardy har har.”
“I am not going down the well. I don’t care what you all say. Let’s just kick open the next door and see what happens.”
If no one stops me I’ll walk over to the door on the right and kick it open as well.
There is a door on the opposite side (not sure where you got “right” from - it’s on the far side from where you entered the well-house) but, on inspection, it is locked, with the typical sort of English-church keyhole. Probably too strong to break without special tools.
“Don’t look at me. I traded my tools for this pointy sword, and I don’t regret it!”
Can I check the Well bucket for a key or anything?
“You know… if anyone had heard some frantic heart beats behind that door we just walked through… and yet there’s no one in this room… maybe they went one of two places… Anyone want to at least light up the well so we can see if there’s anything down there? At worst- a torch on a bucket would work and we could lower it down and back up without any problems…”
There’s no key in the bucket, but it certainly looks possible to fit a torch in it without anything catching fire.
OK. We do that.
No idea why I thought the door was on our right.
“I’m all for lowering a torch down but do we want to consider chopping down the door? I mean sure it will make noise and probably alert what ever is on the other side of the door but since our Thief is useless both as a sneak and a their maybe the brute force method is in order.”
“Too late. I already put my torch (I have a torch right?) in the bucket and lowered it down. Don’t see anything yet.”
What you do notice, as you wind the bucket down, is a short length - a foot or so - of dirty white canvas tucked through the rope strands. As this comes off the windlass the bucket (and torch) are thirty, maybe forty feet down the shaft. It’s hard to make out much down there as you’re looking directly into the light.
Melon observes as Auto messes around with the bucket.
“Maybe there’s a clue on that canvas. Any way we can get at it? Anyone a good climber?”
“Here, pull the bucket up and cut it off of the rope. Strap me up and lower me down. And don’t forget to give me the torch.”