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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6542859" data-attributes="member: 11146">Inside the room, Spec stood up and tried to look around, to no avail.&nbsp; He needed a source of light.&nbsp; The thing to his immediate right, however, seemed to be a table.&nbsp; Or a sturdy piece of furniture of some species, at least.&nbsp; Spec ventured a cautious, &quot;Hello?&quot;&nbsp; No one answered.&nbsp; The humming buzzing sound droned on, mostly constant but with lilts in tenor and tone every once in a while.Outside, in the north-south corridor, Fulgrim formed up behind the group.&nbsp; Guran re-joined the party and stood on Fulgrim's left.&nbsp; With Colden on Fulgrim's right, Roscoe grasped the door's knob, turned, and pulled.&nbsp; Torchlight flooded the interior of an otherwise very dark room.&nbsp; A large oak table--roughly five feet wide and fifteen feet long--dominated the center of the room.&nbsp; Broken chairs surrounded the table.&nbsp; Tapestries hung on the north wall, but age and who knows what else damaged them beyond recognition; these tapestries are in even worse condition than the ones you found in the antechamber.&nbsp; A human man wearing a dark set of common clothing stood behind the southwestern corner of the oak table.&nbsp; The man's hair was disheveled and his clothing was covered in dust.&nbsp; A helmet perched slightly askance atop his head, and a holy symbol was just visible between the folds of his garb.&nbsp; A large oilcloth sack lay on the floor at the man's feet, and he seemed to be unarmed.&nbsp; The persistent sound of a thrumming buzz fills the air.[sblock=Passive Perception 12]Characters with a Passive Perception score of 12 or higher spot a large beehive hanging under the oak table.&nbsp; The hive is perfectly shaped, and actively swarming with unusually large bees.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6542859, member: 11146"] Inside the room, Spec stood up and tried to look around, to no avail. He needed a source of light. The thing to his immediate right, however, seemed to be a table. Or a sturdy piece of furniture of some species, at least. Spec ventured a cautious, "Hello?" No one answered. The humming buzzing sound droned on, mostly constant but with lilts in tenor and tone every once in a while. Outside, in the north-south corridor, Fulgrim formed up behind the group. Guran re-joined the party and stood on Fulgrim's left. With Colden on Fulgrim's right, Roscoe grasped the door's knob, turned, and pulled. Torchlight flooded the interior of an otherwise very dark room. A large oak table--roughly five feet wide and fifteen feet long--dominated the center of the room. Broken chairs surrounded the table. Tapestries hung on the north wall, but age and who knows what else damaged them beyond recognition; these tapestries are in even worse condition than the ones you found in the antechamber. A human man wearing a dark set of common clothing stood behind the southwestern corner of the oak table. The man's hair was disheveled and his clothing was covered in dust. A helmet perched slightly askance atop his head, and a holy symbol was just visible between the folds of his garb. A large oilcloth sack lay on the floor at the man's feet, and he seemed to be unarmed. The persistent sound of a thrumming buzz fills the air. [sblock=Passive Perception 12]Characters with a Passive Perception score of 12 or higher spot a large beehive hanging under the oak table. The hive is perfectly shaped, and actively swarming with unusually large bees.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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