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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BladeSmith" data-source="post: 3339278" data-attributes="member: 45844">Into the Most Heavily Trapped Corridor EverInto the Most Heavily Trapped Corridor EverTira spotted the hidden door buried amongst the rubble in the basement without problem.  The reason it was painfully obvious, was because it stood open, the rubble having been shifted out of the way by somebody prior to their arrival.  Through the doorway Tira could see a long hallway stretching before her.  She called to her friends, then began creeping down the hallway, searching for traps.Just after the corridor took a left turn, she found a trap.  Again, it was easy to spot, because it had been sprung.  A double bladed axe hung down from the ceiling of the corridor like an evil pendulum.  There was blood on its edge.  Further down the corridor there was a singed and blackened section of wall.  Tira was unable to locate a trap here, so presumed it has already been sprung as well.As the corridor continued to spiral inward, the companions continued to creep forward, allowing Tira time to scout for traps.  Tira continued to find sprung traps, including a scythe sticking out from a wall, an open pit, more scorch marks, shattered glass, an open pit with spikes, and poison tipped blades sticking out of the floor.  The open pits proved to be a problem for the shorter members of the party, but Crunch happily tossed them the distance without problem.  Gorin refused to be tossed and made the jump under his own power.  He simultaneously discovered that a five foot jump is actually farther than it looks and that dwarves aren’t very aerodynamic.  Gwendolyn caught him as he teetered on the edge of the really long drop.  They continued to move forward, Crunch bringing up the rear.  Tira signaled for the others to hold and be silent.  She had reached the center of the maze and found a humanoid figure crouching over an object in the corner.  Ducking down, Tira stealthily crept up on the figure.  The corpse in the corner didn’t seem to care.  Further examination show the figure to be a human female in torn, burnt, and bloody clothing crouching over a chest.  From the looks of it, she survived the traps in the corridor only to succumb to the final trap laid on the chest.  The masterwork tools scattered about the floor quickly made their way into Tira’s possession.  Gorin removed a few valuable items from the dead rogue including several masterwork weapons and a nice cloak that Damon said radiated magic.  Tira meanwhile studied the chest, determining that it was unlocked, but still trapped.  Aided by her new tools, she made quick work of the trap and popped open the lid.Piles of coins and a very large diamond sparkled up at them from the chest.  This represented more money than any of them had ever seen.  Tira noticed the chest had a false bottom, and after removing the money pried it loose.  At the bottom of the chest lay a metal rod with an inscription winding around it like a tightly curled snake.  Sethrie studied it for a moment, and then translated:“My first is born but once and dies Nine Deaths. My middle is the Heart of Alarm. My last arranges locks of Golden Thread, And can be found on the Morning Caller’s head.Putting the Three together into One,You find a place of Sleep untouched by the Sun.”The companions pondered these words, and Damon affirmed that the rod was in fact radiating strong chaotic magic.  This was defiantly the item Allustan was looking for.  They agreed that the first part of the word was “cat”, but when combined with “lar” and “bow” it didn’t seem to produce anything.  Many variations were suggested, until Tira spoke up with “Cat-A-Comb”.  The rod activated at once, drawing upon the chaotic energies stored within it, and blasted Tira with a blinding violet ray.   As the sparkles faded from their eyes, the companions looked at Tira with various expressions ranging from shock and bewilderment to a huge grin on Janie’s face.  “You look good in purple Tira.  I bet you’ll be even harder to see in the shadows now”, stated the Halfling with laughter bubbling out of her huge grin.  Looking at her skin, an almost identical color as the purple swatch of hair flowing down her bangs, she decided this was probably a good thing, but only time would tell.  She might have to work on her disguise skills some to avoid unnecessary attention.  “Ok, enough fun, we’ve found what Allustan wants, lets go,” Tira said as she closed the lid on the much emptier chest.  The lid closed with a slam, followed by an ominous tic-tic-tic-tic sound.  Gorin was still in the hallway and bellowed an alarm.  “Tira, help!  The traps are closing, and I think I’m standing on one.”</blockquote>

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