Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160731045729

Melandil looks at the plain brass key. "It seems unremarkable," he says. "And you say you have no idea what it goes to?  No lock, or some such?"

"No, I don't know.  I...I think Mama knew what it went to...but..." Lucida stops herself.

"Without Ibrahim here, there's no knowing what it went to.  We simply have no idea," Illyagrine says.

"Would it possibly be something still in the estate?  It would undoubtedly be dangerous to return and try and find out, and that's assuming the estate still stands."

"If I might, King, I don't think the enemy is pounding on our vault for no reason," Dee says. "That drill they've erected is huge, bigger than any rig I've ever seen.  And believe me, we built the Cathedral for the Cathars, and that took a hoist over a hundred feet high.  This drill beats that, easy.  They used mages to put it together,  or some such, and it's pounding down with some kind of damn magic."

"We can't risk going to both,"  Melandil says. "We have to focus our resources.  We either have to stop that drill, or we may send some Rangers close to the vale of the estate as a distraction.  Either way, we have a battle, and the enemy knows we are making a move."

"You know the estate better than anyone, here, Sir Praetor," Illyagrine says. "The choice is yours."

(Two possibilities...either the group goes with a combined force and engages the drill to stop it, or the Rangers lead a diverting assault so the group can check the estate while the enemy is distracted...)