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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6725141" data-attributes="member: 11146">Fulgrim cast mage hand, which did the trick in gathering and removing the coins.&nbsp; The hand soon collected a small pile of twenty gold and five silver pieces.&nbsp; A more interesting find, however, was a neatly coiled 100' length of silk rope.&nbsp; Anyone touching the rope quickly realized that it had magic imbued in its weave.&nbsp; The rope was, however, covered in spider webbing that refused to come off, leaving a sticky residue that clung to the touch.&nbsp; Though obviously magical in nature, the rope seemed to have more than one quality and would require time and attention before one could fully understand its uses.Roscoe asked for a boost into the ceiling hole and, when one was given, found himself in a five-foot cavity with a narrow ledge wide enough to stand on if one was careful.&nbsp; A tunnel heading due east presented itself, carved roughly from the stone of the mountain.&nbsp; The tunnel was black as the velvet on a bee, completely lightless, save for the light shed by Roscoe's short sword.&nbsp; It looked to be three or four feet in diameter--enough for a medium-sized creature to crawl through.&nbsp; As he lingered inside the ceiling hole, Roscoe smelled something.&nbsp; Almonds.&nbsp; Coming from somewhere down the tunnel.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6725141, member: 11146"] Fulgrim cast [I]mage hand,[/I] which did the trick in gathering and removing the coins. The hand soon collected a small pile of twenty gold and five silver pieces. A more interesting find, however, was a neatly coiled 100' length of silk rope. Anyone touching the rope quickly realized that it had magic imbued in its weave. The rope was, however, covered in spider webbing that refused to come off, leaving a sticky residue that clung to the touch. Though obviously magical in nature, the rope seemed to have more than one quality and would require time and attention before one could fully understand its uses. Roscoe asked for a boost into the ceiling hole and, when one was given, found himself in a five-foot cavity with a narrow ledge wide enough to stand on if one was careful. A tunnel heading due east presented itself, carved roughly from the stone of the mountain. The tunnel was black as the velvet on a bee, completely lightless, save for the light shed by Roscoe's short sword. It looked to be three or four feet in diameter--enough for a medium-sized creature to crawl through. As he lingered inside the ceiling hole, Roscoe smelled something. Almonds. Coming from somewhere down the tunnel. [/QUOTE]

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