CB's The Sunless Citadel v3.5

[hafrogman]

Karl can only shrug. Sounds more like a flood to him. Still, you never know until you open it up. Blushing a little, and glad for a moment that half of his friends cannot see him, he slips a leather package out of his pack and unrolls it revealing rows of lockpicks and assorted tools. Kneeling down in front of the door he looks for a lock to pick and sets to work.


Open Lock +7

 

[Guest 11456]

Kiaphas Liadon Elven Cleric of Corellon Larethian

"Somehow, Elyan, I don't think it is your bath. But I have been known to be wrong sometimes." The elf sickers a bit.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grotzkoshter

What water?
Grotz heard nothing except for his clinging armor and his heart beats, he looks around nervously, trying to spot the soul sucking fiend and crush him like a bug.
Nice tools Karl.
He says and waits in anticipation for his Half-Orc friend to finish breaking the lock or whatever he is doing.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

After sliding a thin metal rod into the mouth of the lock inset into the dragonlike fish's open maw, Karl gently applies pressure on the inner roof of the lock. Though the lock doesn't budge on the first attempt, Karl patiently retries applying pressure and is rewarded by the gratifying sound of an audible click as the lock opens.

 

[hafrogman]

Sighing quietly to himself, Karl returns the pick to his kit and rolls it back up before returning it to his pack. He stands slowly and gingerly opens the door. . .

 

[Harr]

Korgrave lets out a soft hiss as he watches the door inch open into darkness. The call of water feels soothing, yet he can't help but feel alarm at the image on the door. All snakes learn to either fear or respect dragons sooner or later. His hand moves quietly to grasp his sling, tighter than ever.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Karl opens the stone door and finds that the room's dimensions do not at all match the sounds that emanated from the door. Rather than a cavern with a pool, the stone door opens to reveal a 10-foot-square chamber hewn from stone. The small cubby of a chamber holds an upright keg fashioned of what looks to be rusted iron. Similarly rusted pipes lead from the keg into the floor. Perhaps even queerer, the sound of dripping water ceases entirely the instant Karl cracks the stone door, leaving the companions standing in the cold dark of the hall surrounded by an interminable silence.

 

[Guest 11456]

Kiaphas Liadon Elven Cleric of Corellon Larethian

Hearing the click, then the opening of the door, followed instantly by the ceasing of water sound, Kiaphas just can't contain himself. "What is it!? What do you see?"

 

[Boddynock]

Elyan raises an eyebrow. "How strange. What has happened to the water?"

 

[Harr]

"There isssss no water." Korgrave turns slightly to Grotzkoshter. "Sssssseemmmsssss you're not the only one..." he hisses, "With a thhhsssing for keggsss."

Korgrave squints and leans his head forward in his best imitation of a snake tasting the air, and creeps closer to the keg. Is it dangerous? Seems like a silly thing to have trapped. And sounds of water... are sounds of life.

Carefully, and ready to spring back at any reaction or movement, Korgrave puts his ear to the keg. And listens.

((ooc in case it's needed - Listen +3 (0 rank +3 wis) ))