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<blockquote data-quote="Xorn" data-source="post: 4497478" data-attributes="member: 61231"><p>“That was rather impressive, Percy,” clucked the wizard as the carved stone doors swung open on ancient hinges with only the faintest sound of grinding.</p><p> </p><p>“Ain’t a lock I can’t open,” bragged the halfling, slipping the tools his hand beneath the veil of his cloak in a casual, practiced motion.</p><p> </p><p>“With a mechanical lock, I have no doubts—but to solve that arcane puzzle lock so swiftly!” Vrax pointed to the mechanism that had been camouflaged in the surface of the door; seven raised knobs on one of the dragon claws displayed in the mural.</p><p> </p><p>Percy cocked an eyebrow in confusion. “Whaddya mean solved?”</p><p> </p><p>Despite the looming burial chamber beyond the doors, where a raised sarcophagus sat upon a dais overlooking the chamber, everyone was staring at the halfling. Daichot broke the silence first.</p><p> </p><p>“You had to depress the knobs that folded down the claws to display the symbol of the First Dragon, as a dragon’s claws would be.”</p><p> </p><p>“Riiight,” added the rogue.</p><p> </p><p>Vrax seemed flabbergasted. “Are you suggesting that you just randomly pushed knobs and got it right? There were seven knobs that could have been pushed in any combination!”</p><p> </p><p>Percy’s blank expression answered the question for them, and they turned their attention to the adjoining chamber. The ceiling was raised, almost twenty-five feet above them, dominated by elaborate stonework made to look like dragon limbs and claws holding up the ceiling of the chamber. Several steep ledges descended from the platform against the east wall of the room, where a large sarcophagus loomed over the room. Percy and Daichot quickly scurried up the incline to inspect the coffin, and were the first to see the relief of a knight carved into the lid.</p><p> </p><p>“Here lies the remains of Sir Keegan,” said Percy, tracing an inscription along the side of the stone container.</p><p> </p><p>“You speak Draconic, too?” asked Daichot.</p><p> </p><p>“No,” said the rogue, “I’m just guessing, seems kind of obvious.”</p><p> </p><p>Vrax chuckled in a clicking chatter of noise. “Actually the occupant is dubbed the Mad Knight, Betrayer of Shadowfell, but I’d say it’s describing the same person.”</p><p> </p><p>Omar was watching the doorway, back into the altar room, and the rows of skeleton-spewing coffins beyond that. “So it looks like ‘e stayed dead. Unless one o’ you see a portal, this looks ta be a dead end.”</p><p> </p><p>Vrax nodded in agreement. “The portal is below us. It’s overwhelmingly present, but I am positive that it’s not in this room.”</p><p> </p><p>“Wait, we’re gonna open it, right?” the halfling was very concerned as he proposed the idea.</p><p> </p><p>“To what ends?” asked Omar gruffly.</p><p> </p><p>“You just need one reason? Okay, just to see if he’s still alive… err… un-alive.”</p><p> </p><p>Omar shrugged. The others thought about it, and finally Daichot nodded.</p><p> </p><p>“If Sir Keegan still has anything to do with the corruption in this place, we should deal with it while we’re here.”</p><p> </p><p>“Now you’re talkin’!” said the halfing excitedly. “I got just the tool for this job, too!” Deftly flipping the right side of his shrouding cloak over his shoulder, the rogue produced a flattened pry bar nearly the length of his arm, and raised it to jam into the seam of the stone lid.</p><p> </p><p>“Wait a moment!” said Daichot, still bewildered that the Halfling had been carrying around the pry bar under his cloak so deftly. “You’re just going to jam that into it?”</p><p> </p><p>Percy turned to face the tiefling openly, and spoke in a patronizing tone. “Big, tall, ugly, hostile… you. Locked, trapped, sealed, or treasure… me. Okay?” Daichot glared at the halfling, but did not answer. “Good!” With a grunt of exertion, Percy rammed the flattened edge of the pry bar into the crevice between the body of the stone tomb and the lid.</p><p> </p><p>Rather than the heavy chink they all expected a pounding explosion of dust and stone erupted from the back of the coffin, crashing into the wall and splaying chips of marble rebounded out into the chamber, stinging the adventurer’s as the clatter of debris settled. Percy has half-stunned as he looked at the end of the pry bar, and quickly decided he had not been the cause of the blast.</p><p> </p><p>Rising abruptly from the settling grey cloud of dust, a skeletal figure with gaunt, blackened skin stretched over the bones of its face, settled an unholy, glowing gaze from the flickering, pale blow orbs of flame roiling in the sockets where eyes should have been. Flame scorched armor adorned the thing’s shoulders and chest, and the prominent crest of the First Dragon gleamed unblemished by the soot upon the metal chest plate. The jaw of the armored death knight wobbled slightly, out of sync with the sound bursting forth from the figure and washing across the room heavily.</p><p> </p><p>“WHO ARE YOU!?”</p><p> </p><p>“Sir Keegan,” said Daichot without hesitation, and the knight turned to him with the evidence of recognition in his motion. “We are adventures, here to cleanse the corruption of this place, that the Dragon Sire’s presence might bless these halls, again.”</p><p> <p style="text-align: center"><p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center">***</p> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Xorn, post: 4497478, member: 61231"] “That was rather impressive, Percy,” clucked the wizard as the carved stone doors swung open on ancient hinges with only the faintest sound of grinding. “Ain’t a lock I can’t open,” bragged the halfling, slipping the tools his hand beneath the veil of his cloak in a casual, practiced motion. “With a mechanical lock, I have no doubts—but to solve that arcane puzzle lock so swiftly!” Vrax pointed to the mechanism that had been camouflaged in the surface of the door; seven raised knobs on one of the dragon claws displayed in the mural. Percy cocked an eyebrow in confusion. “Whaddya mean solved?” Despite the looming burial chamber beyond the doors, where a raised sarcophagus sat upon a dais overlooking the chamber, everyone was staring at the halfling. Daichot broke the silence first. “You had to depress the knobs that folded down the claws to display the symbol of the First Dragon, as a dragon’s claws would be.” “Riiight,” added the rogue. Vrax seemed flabbergasted. “Are you suggesting that you just randomly pushed knobs and got it right? There were seven knobs that could have been pushed in any combination!” Percy’s blank expression answered the question for them, and they turned their attention to the adjoining chamber. The ceiling was raised, almost twenty-five feet above them, dominated by elaborate stonework made to look like dragon limbs and claws holding up the ceiling of the chamber. Several steep ledges descended from the platform against the east wall of the room, where a large sarcophagus loomed over the room. Percy and Daichot quickly scurried up the incline to inspect the coffin, and were the first to see the relief of a knight carved into the lid. “Here lies the remains of Sir Keegan,” said Percy, tracing an inscription along the side of the stone container. “You speak Draconic, too?” asked Daichot. “No,” said the rogue, “I’m just guessing, seems kind of obvious.” Vrax chuckled in a clicking chatter of noise. “Actually the occupant is dubbed the Mad Knight, Betrayer of Shadowfell, but I’d say it’s describing the same person.” Omar was watching the doorway, back into the altar room, and the rows of skeleton-spewing coffins beyond that. “So it looks like ‘e stayed dead. Unless one o’ you see a portal, this looks ta be a dead end.” Vrax nodded in agreement. “The portal is below us. It’s overwhelmingly present, but I am positive that it’s not in this room.” “Wait, we’re gonna open it, right?” the halfling was very concerned as he proposed the idea. “To what ends?” asked Omar gruffly. “You just need one reason? Okay, just to see if he’s still alive… err… un-alive.” Omar shrugged. The others thought about it, and finally Daichot nodded. “If Sir Keegan still has anything to do with the corruption in this place, we should deal with it while we’re here.” “Now you’re talkin’!” said the halfing excitedly. “I got just the tool for this job, too!” Deftly flipping the right side of his shrouding cloak over his shoulder, the rogue produced a flattened pry bar nearly the length of his arm, and raised it to jam into the seam of the stone lid. “Wait a moment!” said Daichot, still bewildered that the Halfling had been carrying around the pry bar under his cloak so deftly. “You’re just going to jam that into it?” Percy turned to face the tiefling openly, and spoke in a patronizing tone. “Big, tall, ugly, hostile… you. Locked, trapped, sealed, or treasure… me. Okay?” Daichot glared at the halfling, but did not answer. “Good!” With a grunt of exertion, Percy rammed the flattened edge of the pry bar into the crevice between the body of the stone tomb and the lid. Rather than the heavy chink they all expected a pounding explosion of dust and stone erupted from the back of the coffin, crashing into the wall and splaying chips of marble rebounded out into the chamber, stinging the adventurer’s as the clatter of debris settled. Percy has half-stunned as he looked at the end of the pry bar, and quickly decided he had not been the cause of the blast. Rising abruptly from the settling grey cloud of dust, a skeletal figure with gaunt, blackened skin stretched over the bones of its face, settled an unholy, glowing gaze from the flickering, pale blow orbs of flame roiling in the sockets where eyes should have been. Flame scorched armor adorned the thing’s shoulders and chest, and the prominent crest of the First Dragon gleamed unblemished by the soot upon the metal chest plate. The jaw of the armored death knight wobbled slightly, out of sync with the sound bursting forth from the figure and washing across the room heavily. “WHO ARE YOU!?” “Sir Keegan,” said Daichot without hesitation, and the knight turned to him with the evidence of recognition in his motion. “We are adventures, here to cleanse the corruption of this place, that the Dragon Sire’s presence might bless these halls, again.” [CENTER][CENTER] ***[/CENTER] [/CENTER] [/QUOTE]
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