Guran checked the south door and, finding it unlocked, pulled it open. Directly opposite the open door was a stone wall, and then to the left (east) a narrow 5' north-south corridor started. Guran could see from the open doorway that the north-south corridor was at the end of the new west-east hallway that he currently faced. Guran carefully stuck his head down the north-south corridor and noted that it extended 35' to the south, and had a room with an open door on the west wall about 25' down.
Guran returned his attention to the new west-east hallway. He saw that it stretched to the west, well beyond the limits of his vision, and was 5' wide. He saw a door about 45' away on the north wall of the hallway. About 10' beyond that door was a ten-foot-wide corridor that headed north. And 15' after the corridor was another door on the north wall of the hallway.
Once Guran headed west, he could see further down the long hallway, and made out yet another ten-foot-wide corridor heading north, at the very far end of the new west-east hallway. He didn't see an end to the west-east hallway, but there might have been a narrow opening of some sort down at the west end of the hallway, on the southern wall. He saw nothing moving in the west-east hallway.
Once Guran returned to the north-south corridor and rejoined the others, he saw Roscoe using the blunt side of a weapon to push against the closed door on the west wall of the corridor. The door didn't budge. It's had a knob, so presumably it pulled outward and opened into the hallway.
Please state where each of you stands in relation to the closed door on the west wall.
[MENTION=23484]Kobold Stew[/MENTION], this is Father Spec's introduction. It's cheesy, I know, but then again this is a fairly cheesy adventure. Have fun!
Father Spec put down the oilcloth sack he'd been inspecting, and scratched his head. The sack was a mystery. It was suspiciously heavy, for starters. Father had weighed it and found that it weighed fifteen pounds. At two feet wide and four feet long, it was larger than other more common sacks. And it was oilcloth, too. A definite boon in wet weather. The unusual weight, size, and fabric weren't the more intriguing of the sack's features, however. Father had absent mindedly put into the sack three quivers--each with 20 arrows--of shortbow arrows, a greatsword, a shortbow, twelve days of trail rations, his own backpack full of gear, and various and sundry personal accoutrement before he realized just how much he'd stuffed in there. Testing his theory, Father wantonly stuffed an entire small-sized wooden chest into the sack. It fit! The sack swallowed the whole chest.
What happened next would cause Father to ponder for years. He reached into the sack to remove the chest. When his hand touched the wood of the chest, however, he felt a tug inside his stomach, and the walls of his room started to ripple and haze. Before Father could cry out or extract his hand from the sack, he felt his body being squeezed violently. The tugging on his stomach increased to the point of nausea. Father conked out.
When Father woke up, he was lying prone on a hard floor in a pitch black room that smelled like dust and mildew. Feeling gingerly with his fingertips, Father could make out joined masonry on the floor, which was smooth. Stonework. Very fine quality stonework, by the feel of it. A dungeon, perhaps? But no, dungeons rarely had such good masonry. Still, there were no windows. And no light source, rather unlike his own room. After a few moments of inky silence, Father heard a strange high-pitched constant sort of whining or rumbling somewhere very near his right ear. Father thought he could just make out some sort of large unwieldy thing five feet to his right.[sblock=Merry Christmas, All]The oilcloth sack is a bag of holding I. And it has not only all of Father's equipment as stated on his character sheet, but also the items I list above. It is my hope that the bag will become party treasure, but if not I will find ways to compensate.[/sblock]
