CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk ALPHA Game (ToEE)

[Scotley]

"You know your talents better than I, but I'd say we try to get in this way."

 

[Thanee]

Dara

“You are the one to do it, so make your choice,” Dara says in agreement with Verdis.

 

[Rhun]

Dara realizes (spellcraft check = 23) that the trap was probably a Glyph of Warding, and that it was most likely discharged when Otto probed it, leaving the door unwarded afterward.

 

[Insight]

Dara realizes (spellcraft check = 23) that the trap was probably a Glyph of Warding, and that it was most likely discharged when Otto probed it, leaving the door unwarded afterward.

OOC: assuming Dara tells Otto this...

"Very well, I shall return again shortly," the halfling says, trotting off into the forest.

Otto will once again attempt to unlock the door. Before doing so, Otto will check for traps, just to be sure.

 

[Legildur]

Being his first visit to this place, Kurt doesn't feel qualified to offer an opinion.

 

[Rhun]

Otto returns to the eastern side door of the Temple, and takes his time searching it for traps or danger. It appears that beyond the warding glyph, there is no further danger from the door.

Putting pick to work, the fey-touched halfling takes his time and soon the lock clicks as the tumblers unlock. Pulling the door open a bit, Otto peeks through into the dim chapel beyond. No threats assert themselves, and all seems quiet. Though, who knows what dangers the rows of garish pillars could hide?

 

[Legildur]

Kurt nods approvingly as Otto shows his worth. Readying his longsword, Kurt waits to move in - somewhere behind the rogue and the warriors.

 

[Boddynock]

Coraine grips his axe firmly and nods to Ragnok. Together they make their way into the Temple.

 

[Rhun]

Ragnok pushes his way into the Temple nave, his plate armor jangling and his family's axe Norryjar in hand.

 

[Rhun]

As you move into the Temple, you are again nearly overwhelmed with the feelings of oppressiveness, pervasive evil and general depravity. The stained glass windows cast the dim light of the overcast sky into garish colors across the floors and walls of the place, and the sheer wickedness of the bas-reliefs, frescoes and paintings assault your senses, offending you with their vileness.