Crossed Paths, Part III

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Well, let's give it a try, Dhormium." Octar sheaths his sword and unbuckles his shield from his arm, and then (in concert with Dhormium) attempts to wrench or bend one of the weaker bars so that the group can pass.

I think in this case the weaker of us makes an aid another check. I see no reason not to take 20 and spend two minutes at it.

 

[Krilith]

"Well, let's give it a try, Dhormium." Octar sheaths his sword and unbuckles his shield from his arm, and then (in concert with Dhormium) attempts to wrench or bend one of the weaker bars so that the group can pass.

~Dhormium mutely agrees with Octar’s suggestion and also starts to remove his shield and hangs his battleaxe on his belt. The dwarf approaches the bars he and Marcus found to be the least resilient and beckons Octar. Assuming Octar is ready and standing next to him the cleric speaks a short powerful prayer asking for strength.
“Clangeddin God of War and Strength, give me the strength we need to bend these bars”, Speaking in latin again he explains to Octar, “When your god is the dwarven god of Strenght, it is wisdom to ask for his blessing at moments like this.”
~And with that Dhormium’s hands grip the bars and places his feet firmly on the ground. When Octar starts pulling on the metal bar too Dhormiums arms and legs start to swell slightly, muscles rippling under his skin.~
“BEND IN THE NAME OF GOD SILVERBEARD!!”

Ooc: using feat of strength, granted in the strength domain. Strenght 18.

 

[Manzanita]

Despite the heroic effort, and the aged bars, the group cannot budge them.

There is a gate, by the way, in the center of the bars. It is closed with a large built in lock. Sorry if I neglected to mention that earlier.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

A gate? Well, don't we feel silly now. Take 20.

Macus checks the gate for traps and then sets to it with his lockpicks.

 

[Manzanita]

Marcus detects no traps, but finds himself utterly unable to pick the lock.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Marcus sighs. "Well, guess we go the other way."

Octar has already redonned his shield and drawn his sword. "Let's get to it," he says.

 

[Despaxas]

Tullius laughs aloud when he sees the faces of Marcus, Octar and Dhormium. "Hahahaha, aren't you a bunch of sad looking people. Cheer up, we'll find another way. Or if you want we could try to use one of the benches as a battering ram." Tullius chuckles a bit more.

 

[Manzanita]

Nothing presents itself as a good battering ram. The tables chairs, even the sarcophogus, are old and hardly capable of smashing down a still door. Perhaps the gargoils

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"I think we're going to have to hack one or the other down- and I, for one, don't feel like notching my sword to ruin. Let's try knocking down the wooden door."

 

[Manzanita]

The north door

Together, Octar and Tullius smash open the door on the northern wall. It was well-built, and thick. But very old.

Inside, the rectangular room extends 25 feet north, and is 20 feet wide. Against the North wall is a stone crypt, about ten feet long, three feet high, and five feet wide. It is featureless and topped by a thick stone hingeless slab.

Otherwise, the room is similar to the others recently entered. It has faded paintings of powerful lizardmen on the walls, and a fragile table and two chairs. On the table are the remains of ancient food and drink.