Assault on Raven's Ruin IC

[D.Shaffer]

Grimgour looked over Polmor's shoulder. "Well, we've likely lost any element of surprise here, not that it would have helped them to much. So hopefully this does what I think it does." Grimgour carefully removed the bowl covering the light source. (And pocketing the bowl if no one objects)

(Barring anything exploding or unexpected happening) Grimgour next went over to the unopened door and studied the hinges, seeing if he could figure out which way it opened, and then pushing/pulling the door with the edge of his buckler gently to see if it's loose enough to easilly open.

"Hold up a bit, Marika. Closed doors always warrant investigation. Lots of interesting stuff behind closed doors, like that time I found a supply of firewater behind the latrine storage. Hopefully, this door isnt set up to explode like that one was."

 

[Insight]

X speaks up. "I'll have a listen at the door, just in case," he says.

OOC:
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Listen +5
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[dog45]

As X leans against the door, listening for noises, Grimgour takes the bowl off the sconce and light fills the room. A flame is burning, but it produces no smoke or heat.

After a brief examination, Grimgour determines that the door opens inward and gives it a little push, opening the door a crack.

[sblock=everbody]Anyone with 2 ranks in either Knowledge: Arcana or Spellcraft can easily identify it as a Continual Flame spell.[/sblock]

[sblock=X]Listen check 5 + d20 = 18. You don't hear anything behind the door.[/sblock]

 

[Kularian]

"Huh, imagine that," Zofren said, making her way over to the torch. "An everburning torch." Glancing around at her party members, she realized Kyla was the only one without the gift of Darkvision. "Well, if anyone's going to carry this, it's our human friend," she finished, leaving the torch in its sconce.

"What do you hear, X?" she asks, now interested in the doorway and what might lie beyond. Her hand rests upon the hilt of her blade.

 

[Difflam]

Polmor waits for X to respond.

"OK lets not go overboard with the caution, or we will be here for a week before we even SEE a Goblin!" he states, and walks over to the door with his axe at the ready, kicks it open, and peers inside.

 

[dog45]

Polmor kicks the door open and it swings in to reveal a room that looks as though no one has entered for a long time. It is bare except for a large chest in the middle of the floor and a few feathers in the corners.

 

[Difflam]

"Oooh treasure chests. I like treasure chests almost as much as I like killing Goblins." Polmors eyes light up. "But I don't want to make the same mistake as the time I opened that chest in the Evil Pyromancers chambers. It took me 6 months to grow my beard back. One of you rougy types seach it for traps first." he grunts.

 

[Kularian]

Zofren peers inside and nods at Polmor's sentiments. "You looked utterly ridiculous without it. I think it's fuller and thicker than it was before, though, to be honest." She adds, then the feathers catch the Duskblade's attention. "Hmmm, what are these...?" she asks herself, investigating.

[sblock=ooc]Knowledge: Arcana/Planes or Spellcraft 10 ranks each. Anything even remotely magical in nature? [/sblock]

 

[D.Shaffer]

"Chest? Chests have goodies in them. I like goodies. But I like getting caught in a back blast even less. I'll just wait outside while you guys check it over." Grimgour walked out of the room, but then poked his head back in. "Just give me a yell when you're done checking or if something horrible springs out that requires blasting. And I call dibs on anything crossbow related!"

Grimgour decided to check out that ledge while waiting and walked over in that direction, crossbow drawn and readied to fire if it should prove necessary.

 

[Kularian]

"Whoever looks at the chest, be a little careful. I don't like the look of these feathers," the Aasimar says, standing up. "Some sort of adhesive is on these, so it might be some sort of tar-and-feather trap." Listening to her own words, the Duskblade touches her hair alarmingly, and exits rather quickly, waiting with the two dwarves. "Did you want that comb, Grimgour?" she asks, trying to take her mind off her own hair covered in tar.