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Surprised and nervous, Lightfeather gasps, realizing belatedly she was holding her breath. "That ... what was that?"

Lightfeather is now quite bruised and banged up, so she's no longer so eager to take the lead. Limping along and aching, she's lagging behind the others a bit now.

OOC: Well that stinks. 1d20+6=14 Am I unconscious? I lost track of HP.

Lightfeather looks at the shattered bits of magically-animated object with suspicion and revulsion. As Thuk begins to prod through the remains, she rechecks and cleans the wound on her arm before moving toward the broken stairs. Unconcerned with the weight of her leathers and having left her...

OOC: I assume Thuk's attack destroyed the fetish, but don't want to react until l I know for certain.

Lightfeather swings again. 1d20+1=12

OOC: I'm here and just waiting, too. Lightfeather's just going to make another hatchet attack, whether Duece rolls or we use Grayn's suggested site.

Shocked as the little things pop to life, Lightfeather leaps back a step and pulls her small, stylized axe, but only manages to swing it wildly in a broad arc. 1d20+1=7"]1d20+1=7[/URL]

Init 1d20+4=17

Dark eyes turn on Thuk, evincing the most subtle hints of insult. "I do not know "lead," but I will go first." Through her movements it's clear she's bothered by her injury but is ignoring it. She gives a last long examination of the room and silently descends down the steps.

Lightfeather describes what she sees, but admits she's unfamiliar with such complicated mechanisms. She asks for assistance in disbling it ... but only after somebody convinces her it's a worthwhile task. Why not simply continue? she wonders.

Looking in annoyance at her own stinging wound, Lightfeather shrugs it off and returns to the pedestal. She kneels next to Garadh and brushes the mark with her finger and sniffs at it. Perception http://1d20+6=26 OOC: Lightfeather seems to be awfully good at this. :) And yet I'm really bad at...

Double-post.

Lightfeather takes note of the alcoves for tactical consideration and waits for the others come to their own conclusions.

Lightfeather silently stalks around the room, glances with disinterest at the book, and keeps an eye on the stairwell down as she admires a number of the murals with obvious interest. OOC: Lightfeather is just the scout, and neither of us feels comfortable actually leading, if you take my meaning.

If there are no objections, Lightfeather will continue first as before.

Seeing the men nearly instantly, Lightfeather emits what ccan only be described as a high-pitched "whoop" of alarm and summersaults through the doorway, instantly making way for her companions as she rises into a half-crouch and looses an arrow at the closest man. Initiative 1d20+4=18...

The woman seems only a little annoyed at the noise created by the crashing door, and then leans forward to peer beyond. She's clearly uncomfortable going inside a stone fortification, but says only, "I am a scout. I'll go first." Perception 1d20+6=25

Lightfeather look from the heavy door to the sigil to the men she traveled with. "We seem ill-equipped for this."

"Here," she says simply to the others and points at the glyph. "It makes me uneasy. Is there a reason not to touch such a thing?" she asks as her finger drift just inches away.