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<blockquote data-quote="Greenfield" data-source="post: 5926961" data-attributes="member: 6669384"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">***</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Stupid fragging door!", swore the angry warrior as he tried to staunch the bleeding. "I think it broke my nose!"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Well, next time, look out for attacking portals.", Euphemia replied, trying to stifle her laughter. Then she calmed down and examined her friend's injury. "It doesn't look broken, you just banged it.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Well, I wasn't expecting to be attacked by a door."</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Let's worry about what's behind the door, shall we?", someone suggested.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"You're right, we aren't thinking right here.", Cassius declared. "We know this entire floor is a pit trap just waiting to be sprung and we haven't done anything about it." He stalked across the tiled floor and secured a rope to the doorjamb at the base of the stairs. "We'll use this when we cross, so we'll have a way to break our fall when the trap trips."</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Um, we may need more rope.", Euphemia called. She was peering down the stair the newly opened doors had revealed.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Calling it a stair may have been a mistake. It was more of a ladder, a narrow series of steps descending 30 feet over a run of scarcely 10 feet. The ladder was "open" in that you could see back through the rungs into the area below rigged floor of the room above.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Facing the ladder was another, larger room. The floor of this larger room was made of the same stone tiles and wooden separators as the one above.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Euphemia waved the others across the treacherous upper level, while she herself went down to examine the lower room.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"The floor panels are rigged the same way as the ones above.", she declared after a brief examination. A second rope was tied off at the doorway and paid out as she worked her way across the floor. Her destination was an odd mechanism in the far corner.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">She reached it safely and began her examination. "Looks Gnomish.", she declared. "Wheels and gears. The whole thing seems to be held in place by these two handles."</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Hold it. Before you even try to tinker that thing, drive a spike into the wall and tie yourself off to it. Even with the rope you have now, you could drop a long ways before the line could break your fall."</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Noplace to set a spike.", Euphemia observed. "The wall is seamless."</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Penn looked disgusted and dug a small package out of his bag. Careful to tread only on the vertices, he almost danced across the floor. "This is an Alchemist's trick.", he advised, presenting her with the parcel. "It's called a 'tanglefoot bag', and it's full of thick gum. Stick it to the wall, and secure a line to that. It should hold your weight for a few seconds anyway." Then he tap-toed his way back to the relative safety of solid ground.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">After taking the suggested precautions, the Halfling resumed her examination of the device.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"I can't see any way to jam or disable this thing.", she called to the others. "I don't think it was made to be disabled. All I can do is pull the pins and see what it does."</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Well, we're inside a mountain. How far can it drop us?", Cassius laughed nervously. He and Marcus took a solid hold on the line, and Penn braced himself in the doorway with a hand on each of their belts. They gave her a nod.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">She seized the matched ivory grips and pulled. They came away almost instantly, and she found herself holding a pair of blades, one long and one short. She also found herself hanging from the rope she had secured, for to the surprise of practically no one, the floor had collapsed as soon as the blades came free.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Below her was a long drop, eight man-heights at least, into the blistering cold of an ice coated mountainside. </span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Glad that didn't happen to me.", she laughed. "Get ready to pull me in guys. Guys?"</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Across the room, Cassius and Marcus were hanging from the rope, their feet dangling over the snowy expanse.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"That's impossible!", Penn gasped, struggling to steady the line. His friends' weight had easily torn their belts from his grip, but the heavy stave he'd braced across the doorway had kept him from being dragged after them. </span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"We're miles from the edge of the valley, and more miles to the other side of the pass!", he insisted, even though it was clear that they were suspended over one of the outer faces of those mountains.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Less talk, more help!", gasped Marcus as his fingers began to slip.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"I've got you!", Penn declared, grabbing at one of his friend's sleeves. Then, with a sound of tearing cloth, Marcus fell away and tumbled down the mountainside, leaving the Bard with a scrap of linen in his hand.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The Cleric bounced and slid for fifty feet before coming to rest against an icy outcropping.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Cassius quickly pulled himself up and into the doorway, then pulled more rope from his pack.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Here! Grab on!", he yelled into the howling wind that whipped across the mountain face.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"I can't reach it!", Marcus yelled back, struggling to grasp the dancing lifeline that bounced just beyond his reach.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Penn pulled some line from his pack and quickly knotted the two together. The added length helped, and soon the Jovian Cleric had a rope secured around his waist.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"You'd better hurry.", Euphemia called from her safe perch. She'd pulled herself up and was sitting on one of the support slats, watching the drama play out. "I can see some cracks in that ice mass he's sitting on, and if it goes it may take this whole room with it."</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The remaining people heaved on the line and quickly drew the bruised holy man up to safety. </span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Meanwhile Euphemia made her way across the skeletal remains of the floor, swinging hand over hand like a small monkey, the twin blades tucked safely away in her pack.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">A few moments were then spent tending to bruises and scrapes, and calming a few panicked nerves.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">*** </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"So, how do we get back?", Cassius asked, looking at the problem before them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"We climb the ladder, then crawl across the slats, trying not to fall.", Nedel said, suggesting the most obvious course.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"There's another option.", Penn suggested. "We left a rope. Why not just walk across the floor underneath, then climb the rope out to the door. Less chance of falling that way."</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"I'm for that.", the nameless Wizardess declared approvingly. She gave the safety line a shake, and walked across the dirt floor towards the far wall.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Almost at once, a pair huge ant-like creatures sprang up from the dust before her, blocking her way.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Quick as a blink, Euphemia tumbled across the room, blades flashing in each hand. A quick strike and a chitinous "thunk", and first blood was drawn.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Penn's bow was in his hand almost before he could think about it, but the tight knot of combatants made his shot difficult, so he began a war chant instead.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Blades flashed and claws slashed, fang and shield crashed together as the melee erupted. Magic flared from Nedel's fingers, while the lady who had triggered the conflict backed herself into a corner, dagger held in guard position.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Cassius' combat technique played well here, where the enemy had little room to maneuver, and Euphemia kept finding ways to insert herself behind an enemy's position. Penn continued to angle for shots, but again the shifting dance of combat denied him a clear target. The ant-warriors continued to arrive, erupting with an explosion of dust from the floor.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">One sprang up next to the startled Bard, who followed blind instinct. There was a crash as Satyr horns and ant carapace met, and the ant warrior staggered back in confusion.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Where's Sylus?", someone asked. "We could us his help."</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"He stayed up top, to guard our back.", came the reply.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Well our backs are down here, and he should be too!"</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">But the banter was fairly good natured, as the enemy's tactics played against them. If they had arrived en mass, they could have overwhelmed the companions easily. Instead they had tried to wear them down with a stream of opponents, and being battle hardened veterans they continued to grind them down.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The floor was fairly well littered with bodies and body parts when the ant warriors decided they'd had enough and retreated. The small room echoed with the sudden silence as battle ended.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">After spending a moment to take stock, it was decided that a quick evacuation was the best course of action, and they scrambled up the rope to the relative safety of the upper hall.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Greenfield, post: 5926961, member: 6669384"] [FONT=Arial]*** "Stupid fragging door!", swore the angry warrior as he tried to staunch the bleeding. "I think it broke my nose!" "Well, next time, look out for attacking portals.", Euphemia replied, trying to stifle her laughter. Then she calmed down and examined her friend's injury. "It doesn't look broken, you just banged it.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "Well, I wasn't expecting to be attacked by a door."[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "Let's worry about what's behind the door, shall we?", someone suggested.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "You're right, we aren't thinking right here.", Cassius declared. "We know this entire floor is a pit trap just waiting to be sprung and we haven't done anything about it." He stalked across the tiled floor and secured a rope to the doorjamb at the base of the stairs. "We'll use this when we cross, so we'll have a way to break our fall when the trap trips."[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "Um, we may need more rope.", Euphemia called. She was peering down the stair the newly opened doors had revealed.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Calling it a stair may have been a mistake. It was more of a ladder, a narrow series of steps descending 30 feet over a run of scarcely 10 feet. The ladder was "open" in that you could see back through the rungs into the area below rigged floor of the room above.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Facing the ladder was another, larger room. The floor of this larger room was made of the same stone tiles and wooden separators as the one above.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Euphemia waved the others across the treacherous upper level, while she herself went down to examine the lower room.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "The floor panels are rigged the same way as the ones above.", she declared after a brief examination. A second rope was tied off at the doorway and paid out as she worked her way across the floor. Her destination was an odd mechanism in the far corner.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] She reached it safely and began her examination. "Looks Gnomish.", she declared. "Wheels and gears. The whole thing seems to be held in place by these two handles."[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "Hold it. Before you even try to tinker that thing, drive a spike into the wall and tie yourself off to it. Even with the rope you have now, you could drop a long ways before the line could break your fall."[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "Noplace to set a spike.", Euphemia observed. "The wall is seamless."[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Penn looked disgusted and dug a small package out of his bag. Careful to tread only on the vertices, he almost danced across the floor. "This is an Alchemist's trick.", he advised, presenting her with the parcel. "It's called a 'tanglefoot bag', and it's full of thick gum. Stick it to the wall, and secure a line to that. It should hold your weight for a few seconds anyway." Then he tap-toed his way back to the relative safety of solid ground.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] After taking the suggested precautions, the Halfling resumed her examination of the device.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "I can't see any way to jam or disable this thing.", she called to the others. "I don't think it was made to be disabled. All I can do is pull the pins and see what it does."[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "Well, we're inside a mountain. How far can it drop us?", Cassius laughed nervously. He and Marcus took a solid hold on the line, and Penn braced himself in the doorway with a hand on each of their belts. They gave her a nod.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] She seized the matched ivory grips and pulled. They came away almost instantly, and she found herself holding a pair of blades, one long and one short. She also found herself hanging from the rope she had secured, for to the surprise of practically no one, the floor had collapsed as soon as the blades came free.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Below her was a long drop, eight man-heights at least, into the blistering cold of an ice coated mountainside. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "Glad that didn't happen to me.", she laughed. "Get ready to pull me in guys. Guys?"[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Across the room, Cassius and Marcus were hanging from the rope, their feet dangling over the snowy expanse.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "That's impossible!", Penn gasped, struggling to steady the line. His friends' weight had easily torn their belts from his grip, but the heavy stave he'd braced across the doorway had kept him from being dragged after them. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "We're miles from the edge of the valley, and more miles to the other side of the pass!", he insisted, even though it was clear that they were suspended over one of the outer faces of those mountains.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "Less talk, more help!", gasped Marcus as his fingers began to slip.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "I've got you!", Penn declared, grabbing at one of his friend's sleeves. Then, with a sound of tearing cloth, Marcus fell away and tumbled down the mountainside, leaving the Bard with a scrap of linen in his hand.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] The Cleric bounced and slid for fifty feet before coming to rest against an icy outcropping.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Cassius quickly pulled himself up and into the doorway, then pulled more rope from his pack.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "Here! Grab on!", he yelled into the howling wind that whipped across the mountain face.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "I can't reach it!", Marcus yelled back, struggling to grasp the dancing lifeline that bounced just beyond his reach.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Penn pulled some line from his pack and quickly knotted the two together. The added length helped, and soon the Jovian Cleric had a rope secured around his waist.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "You'd better hurry.", Euphemia called from her safe perch. She'd pulled herself up and was sitting on one of the support slats, watching the drama play out. "I can see some cracks in that ice mass he's sitting on, and if it goes it may take this whole room with it."[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] The remaining people heaved on the line and quickly drew the bruised holy man up to safety. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Meanwhile Euphemia made her way across the skeletal remains of the floor, swinging hand over hand like a small monkey, the twin blades tucked safely away in her pack.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] A few moments were then spent tending to bruises and scrapes, and calming a few panicked nerves.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] *** "So, how do we get back?", Cassius asked, looking at the problem before them. "We climb the ladder, then crawl across the slats, trying not to fall.", Nedel said, suggesting the most obvious course.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "There's another option.", Penn suggested. "We left a rope. Why not just walk across the floor underneath, then climb the rope out to the door. Less chance of falling that way."[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "I'm for that.", the nameless Wizardess declared approvingly. She gave the safety line a shake, and walked across the dirt floor towards the far wall.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Almost at once, a pair huge ant-like creatures sprang up from the dust before her, blocking her way.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Quick as a blink, Euphemia tumbled across the room, blades flashing in each hand. A quick strike and a chitinous "thunk", and first blood was drawn.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Penn's bow was in his hand almost before he could think about it, but the tight knot of combatants made his shot difficult, so he began a war chant instead.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Blades flashed and claws slashed, fang and shield crashed together as the melee erupted. Magic flared from Nedel's fingers, while the lady who had triggered the conflict backed herself into a corner, dagger held in guard position.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] Cassius' combat technique played well here, where the enemy had little room to maneuver, and Euphemia kept finding ways to insert herself behind an enemy's position. Penn continued to angle for shots, but again the shifting dance of combat denied him a clear target. The ant-warriors continued to arrive, erupting with an explosion of dust from the floor.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] One sprang up next to the startled Bard, who followed blind instinct. There was a crash as Satyr horns and ant carapace met, and the ant warrior staggered back in confusion.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "Where's Sylus?", someone asked. "We could us his help."[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "He stayed up top, to guard our back.", came the reply.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] "Well our backs are down here, and he should be too!"[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] But the banter was fairly good natured, as the enemy's tactics played against them. If they had arrived en mass, they could have overwhelmed the companions easily. Instead they had tried to wear them down with a stream of opponents, and being battle hardened veterans they continued to grind them down.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] The floor was fairly well littered with bodies and body parts when the ant warriors decided they'd had enough and retreated. The small room echoed with the sudden silence as battle ended.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] After spending a moment to take stock, it was decided that a quick evacuation was the best course of action, and they scrambled up the rope to the relative safety of the upper hall.[/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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