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<blockquote data-quote="Lwaxy" data-source="post: 5731830" data-attributes="member: 53286"><p>Meanwhile, elsewhere in the crypt, a pressure plate was activated. As predicted, the statues all let their swords drop. Except the not yet leather wrapped ones, they all hit the floor with a harmless thud. The blank ones made it clear it would not have been a good idea to step on that plate unprepared. </p><p></p><p>"Samin? We can go through," the bard announced. Samin had been checking out the closed door and found the key didn't fit. </p><p></p><p>"No we can't," the paladin mumbled. The swords now created a barrier not easy to climb over. </p><p></p><p>"Maybe we should have just jumped over it?" Samin suggested a little late. </p><p></p><p>"Some people," Bjön made clear, " are not good at jumping. Any distance. At all." </p><p></p><p>"We could have thrown you," Samin suggested with a grin. "At least once Cajun was here." </p><p></p><p>"Nobody tosses a dwarf!" Bjön growled. "Especially not a paladin of Desna!" </p><p></p><p>Mook, trapped between the sword blockade, tried to dislodge the backpack with the rubble to maybe lift up the swords again, but to no avail. It was stuck under the blades. "Try to get to the other end," Teltz suggested. </p><p></p><p>"That's where the unwrapped swords are, they look too sharp for my taste." But Mook carefully came out of the alcoves and attempted to dodge past the lowered weapons. There were a few close moments – close enough for a cut, anyway – but she made it through. "What now? Are you coming?" </p><p></p><p>The paladin was already on his way. With mail and gauntlets, he had no worries about being cut – getting over the swords as he was too biug to dodge under was another matter, especially with his shield. He was, as he made clear, not going to leave it behind though. The vew was rather comical, but asides from Samin's supressed chuckles, no one commented on the less elegant – more elephant as he called it – moves of the dwarf. Finally, the paladin rolled over the last set of swords and barely avoided a fall on the other end. </p><p></p><p>Taltz followed with a lot more elegance, almost making it a show to dance over the blades while holding the sun rod. Björn grumbled but didn't comment. Samin hesitated. He wasn't exactly the most dexterous. On the contrary, he was lanky and awkward in his current state of development. Under the stares of the others, he finally made to the middle where the unwrapped swords started. Then a light went on in his head. With a grin, he turned and unwrapped the two swords behind him, having little difficulty to cut the wraps. Then, with care, he rewrapped them around the swords in front of him, which was more difficult then when they had been raised, but it wasn't too difficult either. He climbed over and repeated the process once more before joining the others. His father and Mook just stared at him in disbelief – probably because they had not had the same idea. Bjön just laughed. "Elves – always good for suprises." </p><p></p><p>"What's it w-with a-all the d-doors?" Mook broke the silence, staring at the next, semi-opened door in front of them now. </p><p></p><p>"Unbelievable," Samin mumbled. "Why can't they create simple crypts. One or two rooms for the deceasaed, that's all that is needed. Look at the trouble all this waste of space has gotten us in now."</p><p></p><p>"A sign of respect," the bard explained, motioning for their mailed companion to check the next room. "Plus, there are a lot of raids on gravesides still. It was a precaution."</p><p></p><p>"So? Looks to me like the bad guys got in and we are the ones having trouble. Asides, if people would stop wasting valuables by giving them to the dead, no one would raid graves in the first place. Well, except some necromancers, I suppose." </p><p> </p><p>"Shouldn't w-we w-wait for the o-others?" Mook suggested. "W-what is taking them s-so long?" </p><p></p><p>"Next room looks harmless enough," Bjön said and waved to them. "But I don't trust it just yet." </p><p>One half of this lofty chamber had a lowered floor, with stairs on either side to reach the bottom. Standing opposite the door was a tall wooden statue of Kassen grasping a gigantic wooden shield in each hand. One of the shields was inscribed with the word “home,” while the other read “family.”</p><p></p><p>"There are too many images of Kassen for my taste," Samin said. "But placing a golem in his likeness here is very bad taste." </p><p></p><p>"Golem?" Teltz frowned. "What makes you say that?" </p><p></p><p>Samin begun to count off the tell tale signs, beginning from the way the wood was worked to the mobile appendixes – you could see it if you looked really close. It was hard with only the light from the sunrod. "So, it w-will attack us if w-we enter the r-room?" </p><p></p><p>"Probably not, I guess only if we go down there where it is. And from what I gathered until now, there will probably be a lot of stupid traps again. We should leave it alone."</p><p></p><p>"Some issues with that," his father said drily. "There is a door on it's side. We may need to reach it." </p><p></p><p>"O-or not." Mook said, pointing the barely visinble stais going down somewhere else entirely, just to the left of the upper part of the room. "T-that goes to the l-lower l-level of the c-crypt, I guess." </p><p></p><p>"I find it unlikely you would be expected to get past that thing," Teltz nodded. "We can just ignoire it, I think. Unless we find some more skeletons to lure into here. I bet the thing would make short work with them."</p><p></p><p></p><p>On the other side of the crypt, the smoke of the ill conceived beetle burning fun was finally gone, and the siblings carefully moved through to the next room. The were not even half there when more smoke was coming their way. "What now?" Zaza rambled. "Where's that coming from?" </p><p></p><p>Cajun peaked into the room the smoke emerged out of. The remains of a small fire smoldered in the center of this broad chamber, letting off a plume of oily smoke. Fed by a heap of burning gear, debris, and more than few bones, the fire casted a flickering light across the walls of this room, partially obscured by the veil of smoke.</p><p></p><p>"Looks like someone was burtned here with all their gear, I can still smell their remains." Cajun tried to sound casual, but he felt sick to his stomach. "No point going in there until that is out, there must be a nbatural chimney but I see no point in waiting. They aren't here."</p><p></p><p>"Look, stairs leading down," Zaza exclaimed, pointing to their right. "They went that way." She didn't take notice of the wolf's howling attempt to direct them back once more.</p><p></p><p>"Going deeper? I don't know..." </p><p></p><p>"We promised to rescue that poor guy's sister. What if that was me and you were needing the help?" Zaza's fear had all but gone, there was just a lingering worry at the back of her mind, and the need to find the others and the missing woman. </p><p></p><p>"Very well," Cajun agreed. "But I have a bad feeling about this." </p><p></p><p>The light of a sun rod went towards them while they walked down. "Mook, Samin? Is that you?" Cajun called out. A moment later Amin answered affirmative, but he sounded amazed. "Cajun? What are you doing here?" The wolf rushed by them and went to gret his master enthusiastically. </p><p></p><p>"We crossed under something," Teltz deducted. "Likely another corridor we have not found yet. We got back to the other side." </p><p></p><p>In short words, they told each other what had happened. After that, it seemed clear that there were two choices – try and get past the golem to the room on the lower end, or break open the other door somehow which was leading out of the pool room. Or, as it had worked before, burn it. Zaza seemed fond of that suggestion. "Just this time, we can use the lamp oil. It's all in your packs," she pointed at Samin. </p><p></p><p>"There are no undead where the golem is," the paladin said, pointing to his amulet. "We need to go down, so I vote for the door from the pool room." </p><p></p><p>"We have to climb all the way back over the swords?" Samin groaned. He still felt a bit tired from his last climb. </p><p></p><p>"Don't complain, it is more difficult for me," the dwarf laughed. </p><p></p><p>And so it was that the party made heir way back to the pool room and set the door on fire, creating yet more smoke. </p><p></p><p>"More images of Kassen," Samin groaned as they saw the room behind it. A small stone bench sat in the center of this dusty chamber. On the far wall was a faded mural depicting the hero Kassen defeating the mercenaries at the entrance to this crypt, with his blade piercing the chest of the mercenary leader. These figures stood alone in the center of a scene of carnage, with dead villagers and mercenaries all around them. </p><p></p><p>"Yeah, I am g-getting tired of h-his face, t-too," Mook agreed. </p><p></p><p>"Now here's something amazing," Teltz said and pointed. "No door at the start of the next corridor." </p><p></p><p>"Maybe someone burned it before?" Cajun suggested. </p><p></p><p>"Doesn't look like it." Zaza carefully walked down the corridor around where it turned right. "As I feared, there's a door there."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lwaxy, post: 5731830, member: 53286"] Meanwhile, elsewhere in the crypt, a pressure plate was activated. As predicted, the statues all let their swords drop. Except the not yet leather wrapped ones, they all hit the floor with a harmless thud. The blank ones made it clear it would not have been a good idea to step on that plate unprepared. "Samin? We can go through," the bard announced. Samin had been checking out the closed door and found the key didn't fit. "No we can't," the paladin mumbled. The swords now created a barrier not easy to climb over. "Maybe we should have just jumped over it?" Samin suggested a little late. "Some people," Bjön made clear, " are not good at jumping. Any distance. At all." "We could have thrown you," Samin suggested with a grin. "At least once Cajun was here." "Nobody tosses a dwarf!" Bjön growled. "Especially not a paladin of Desna!" Mook, trapped between the sword blockade, tried to dislodge the backpack with the rubble to maybe lift up the swords again, but to no avail. It was stuck under the blades. "Try to get to the other end," Teltz suggested. "That's where the unwrapped swords are, they look too sharp for my taste." But Mook carefully came out of the alcoves and attempted to dodge past the lowered weapons. There were a few close moments – close enough for a cut, anyway – but she made it through. "What now? Are you coming?" The paladin was already on his way. With mail and gauntlets, he had no worries about being cut – getting over the swords as he was too biug to dodge under was another matter, especially with his shield. He was, as he made clear, not going to leave it behind though. The vew was rather comical, but asides from Samin's supressed chuckles, no one commented on the less elegant – more elephant as he called it – moves of the dwarf. Finally, the paladin rolled over the last set of swords and barely avoided a fall on the other end. Taltz followed with a lot more elegance, almost making it a show to dance over the blades while holding the sun rod. Björn grumbled but didn't comment. Samin hesitated. He wasn't exactly the most dexterous. On the contrary, he was lanky and awkward in his current state of development. Under the stares of the others, he finally made to the middle where the unwrapped swords started. Then a light went on in his head. With a grin, he turned and unwrapped the two swords behind him, having little difficulty to cut the wraps. Then, with care, he rewrapped them around the swords in front of him, which was more difficult then when they had been raised, but it wasn't too difficult either. He climbed over and repeated the process once more before joining the others. His father and Mook just stared at him in disbelief – probably because they had not had the same idea. Bjön just laughed. "Elves – always good for suprises." "What's it w-with a-all the d-doors?" Mook broke the silence, staring at the next, semi-opened door in front of them now. "Unbelievable," Samin mumbled. "Why can't they create simple crypts. One or two rooms for the deceasaed, that's all that is needed. Look at the trouble all this waste of space has gotten us in now." "A sign of respect," the bard explained, motioning for their mailed companion to check the next room. "Plus, there are a lot of raids on gravesides still. It was a precaution." "So? Looks to me like the bad guys got in and we are the ones having trouble. Asides, if people would stop wasting valuables by giving them to the dead, no one would raid graves in the first place. Well, except some necromancers, I suppose." "Shouldn't w-we w-wait for the o-others?" Mook suggested. "W-what is taking them s-so long?" "Next room looks harmless enough," Bjön said and waved to them. "But I don't trust it just yet." One half of this lofty chamber had a lowered floor, with stairs on either side to reach the bottom. Standing opposite the door was a tall wooden statue of Kassen grasping a gigantic wooden shield in each hand. One of the shields was inscribed with the word “home,” while the other read “family.” "There are too many images of Kassen for my taste," Samin said. "But placing a golem in his likeness here is very bad taste." "Golem?" Teltz frowned. "What makes you say that?" Samin begun to count off the tell tale signs, beginning from the way the wood was worked to the mobile appendixes – you could see it if you looked really close. It was hard with only the light from the sunrod. "So, it w-will attack us if w-we enter the r-room?" "Probably not, I guess only if we go down there where it is. And from what I gathered until now, there will probably be a lot of stupid traps again. We should leave it alone." "Some issues with that," his father said drily. "There is a door on it's side. We may need to reach it." "O-or not." Mook said, pointing the barely visinble stais going down somewhere else entirely, just to the left of the upper part of the room. "T-that goes to the l-lower l-level of the c-crypt, I guess." "I find it unlikely you would be expected to get past that thing," Teltz nodded. "We can just ignoire it, I think. Unless we find some more skeletons to lure into here. I bet the thing would make short work with them." On the other side of the crypt, the smoke of the ill conceived beetle burning fun was finally gone, and the siblings carefully moved through to the next room. The were not even half there when more smoke was coming their way. "What now?" Zaza rambled. "Where's that coming from?" Cajun peaked into the room the smoke emerged out of. The remains of a small fire smoldered in the center of this broad chamber, letting off a plume of oily smoke. Fed by a heap of burning gear, debris, and more than few bones, the fire casted a flickering light across the walls of this room, partially obscured by the veil of smoke. "Looks like someone was burtned here with all their gear, I can still smell their remains." Cajun tried to sound casual, but he felt sick to his stomach. "No point going in there until that is out, there must be a nbatural chimney but I see no point in waiting. They aren't here." "Look, stairs leading down," Zaza exclaimed, pointing to their right. "They went that way." She didn't take notice of the wolf's howling attempt to direct them back once more. "Going deeper? I don't know..." "We promised to rescue that poor guy's sister. What if that was me and you were needing the help?" Zaza's fear had all but gone, there was just a lingering worry at the back of her mind, and the need to find the others and the missing woman. "Very well," Cajun agreed. "But I have a bad feeling about this." The light of a sun rod went towards them while they walked down. "Mook, Samin? Is that you?" Cajun called out. A moment later Amin answered affirmative, but he sounded amazed. "Cajun? What are you doing here?" The wolf rushed by them and went to gret his master enthusiastically. "We crossed under something," Teltz deducted. "Likely another corridor we have not found yet. We got back to the other side." In short words, they told each other what had happened. After that, it seemed clear that there were two choices – try and get past the golem to the room on the lower end, or break open the other door somehow which was leading out of the pool room. Or, as it had worked before, burn it. Zaza seemed fond of that suggestion. "Just this time, we can use the lamp oil. It's all in your packs," she pointed at Samin. "There are no undead where the golem is," the paladin said, pointing to his amulet. "We need to go down, so I vote for the door from the pool room." "We have to climb all the way back over the swords?" Samin groaned. He still felt a bit tired from his last climb. "Don't complain, it is more difficult for me," the dwarf laughed. And so it was that the party made heir way back to the pool room and set the door on fire, creating yet more smoke. "More images of Kassen," Samin groaned as they saw the room behind it. A small stone bench sat in the center of this dusty chamber. On the far wall was a faded mural depicting the hero Kassen defeating the mercenaries at the entrance to this crypt, with his blade piercing the chest of the mercenary leader. These figures stood alone in the center of a scene of carnage, with dead villagers and mercenaries all around them. "Yeah, I am g-getting tired of h-his face, t-too," Mook agreed. "Now here's something amazing," Teltz said and pointed. "No door at the start of the next corridor." "Maybe someone burned it before?" Cajun suggested. "Doesn't look like it." Zaza carefully walked down the corridor around where it turned right. "As I feared, there's a door there." [/QUOTE]
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