Y'know, sometimes that Robin Hood instinct just gets hold of you and you say "Hey, lets go loot some of those homes in that awful stuffy Govt. District. It looks like it deserves some pruning."

And so you do. Unfortunately you are bound to get a bit dissapointed. After you relieve that silly old Tolgerias of a ring he shouldn't be messing with anyways it becomes kinda dull. So you decide to do some door to door charity collection.

Unfortunately there aren't that many interesting doors and none rivals what a carefree jaunt through the Docks or the Bridge district could amount to.

Then your eye cathes that awful big house that Anomen's crazy dad inhabits. A shame he lives in such a big house when he only leaves the kitchen to restock at the nearest wine-cellar or attendcertain bodily functions.

"Shouldn't we try to see what this undiscovered gem has to discover of facets," you mutter to yourself as you discover an innocious-looking back door. You "knock" the door vigorously, but no one answers, and though your Flail of Ages might well be a minor artifact you decide that this is not the time to test it's durability. Afterall ancient magic items usually don't come with any warranty. Time to call the specialist.
Jan dons his fabulous techno gloves and begins to work the thing like it was his heart's desire. But apparantly the door does not respond to his advances.
Time to call on Lady d'Arnise's well-honed skills in defying the will of the amnian nobility. A couple of Knock spells and meddlesome cowled wizards later the back door still stands undaunted radiating pure defiance.

Of course a true hero would not give up now, but sometimes despair gets the upper hand. But what secrets does Pa Delryn's toolshed hide? The mystery still remains unsolved.

proably not alot, He's broke

But, is he?

Once I had deposed of Saerk Fahrrad (Saerk the Bicycle?) with my evil party (ooh, how I savoured that moment seeing Saerk's teenage daughter's pulped brain mass graciously spread over the marble floor after a good hit from Ano's mace (he has such a good hand with youngsters), too bad he didn't take the advantage you usually do with underage girls before killing them, oh well back to the point) Cor Delryn suddenly popped up like a jack-in-the box with no economic setbacks to speak of (though his spongy nose was probably staying for good).

I tell ya one thing: I think this Cor Delryn fellow has more tricks up his sleeve than we'll ever know. And I wouldn't count on that airhead of a son he has to have any kind of clue. Maybe his daughter, but she is hardly in any condition to speak, right?

This door is exit-only.

Yeah, but how are you supposed to exit it when you cant enter the room behind in any other way? <My barbarian vainly tries to headbutt the door down, BONK, ow!>

Just Out of curiosity, don't you think that it quite odd that you can't bash open a lot of doors and containers even with a mighty Crom Faeyr, but Nalia or Imoen with their poor lockpick ability can pick them. [img]graemlins/1ponder.gif[/img]

Or that the world's strongest weapons or best thieves can't open doors, but any schmoe who's holding the special purple-ball-of-whatever-thingy can.

<font color="gold">All who assumed that old Delryn is poor, are correct. Reading this tempted my curiousity, so using CLUA (AR1001), I got into his house. What I found was rather disappointing, atleast for a guy who's living in a nice big estate in the Government District.
The list is:
<u>Loot from Cor:</u>
49 GP
1 Potion of Healing
Ring of Protection +1
Bloodstone Ring

<u>Containers:</u>
1 GP
Bloodstone Amulet
Gold Ring</font>

[ 01-10-2003, 06:40 PM: Message edited by: Sir Exxon ]