Devil's Lab

[Dracos]

Cosgrove nodded, stretching slightly as he walked, his hand slipping back, ready to grab his sword and cut loose.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

The storage room doesn't look much different from the other rooms. A simple wooden door is all that stands between Cosgrove, Greg, and the room which contains his sword. Oddly, there's significantly less personelle wandering around this area.

[Dracos]

"This is a trap." Cosgrove idly observes before heading to open the door, breaking it if not easily openable, and heading in looking for his sword.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Nonetheless, opening the door doesn't reveal any huge trap, instead showing a fairly sized storage room. Stuff is packed into crates everywhere, making it difficult to tell what is what. There's some cardboard boxes, too, which look hastily put-together. A couple of them are long and thin, while some others are far bigger. There's also a large black briefcase in the corner of the room.

[Dracos]

"Any ideas where they'd fling my stuff?" Cosgrove asked idly, digging into the crates as fast as he could and looking.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"Nope," replies Greg, who is staying near the door. "They're going to trap us in here and we won't be able to get out. I hope you have a plan, because I don't."

Perhaps a more immediate worry to Cosgrove is the softly glowing briefcase that's visibly shaking and making rattling noises. At the same time, he can feel a soft warmth coming from his short-blade.

[Dracos]

"Nope.  Playin' it by ear.  Have been since I woke up here.  Not like I had much of a choice in the matter, after all." Cosgrove pulls out his short sword, looking at it briefly as he continues yanking boxes open, moving towards the briefcase.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

The short-sword is bathed in a light purple glow, and it's sort of jittering in your hand.

But, wait, there's your old family blade, poking through the top of a cardboard box you threw about. It looks to be in fine condition.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove pauses a moment and gets his precious family sword back, checking said box for his other stuff, hopefully a minimum of his bag, sheaths, and belt.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

The sheaths are all there, but most of Cosgrove's other stuff isn't to be found.

Greg glances around. "Still no guards," he says, looking wildly. He's starting to sweat. "They *must* know we were going to come here."

[Dracos]

Cosgrove collects and attaches the sheaths to his belt, sheathing his long sword.

"Yeah..."  Cosgrove looked distrustingly at the briefcase...before deciding, what the hell.  He headed over, opening it.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Getting closer to the briefcase reveals that it's locked tight. Moreover, there are dents and such on the locks themselves- a combination style thing, using letters instead of numbers. However, the briefcase holds firm. It looks very battered.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove briefly checks if the lock can be just plain sliced off the briefcase with the short sword.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

The sword doesn't really budge on the locks. That briefcase is unaturally strong; heck, you're hardly even scratching them.

However, as you bring the sword closer to the briefcase, the purple glow intensifies, and becomes much more solid, and less transparent.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove attempts to open the briefcase the irish barbarian way.  He cuts around the lock.

Dracos