Forked Thread: Scotley's Tomb of Horrors 3.5 Continued


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Zorn

Zorn thinks about the information provided to him by his teammate.

"I'll be right back. There's something I wish to attempt." he says quickly to the rest of the team before leaving just as quickly.

He heads back to where they had thrown the repulsive key. Once there, he will attempt to use Mage Hand to put the key into his backpack without having to touch it.

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted lately. Been busy with homework (accounting), my job, and of course, vacation last week. I just bought a new laptop to take on vacation and forgot my password for the site so I had to have it reset.
 

The key floats into the pack without incident. While the wizard feels the hair on the back of his neck rise and a certain unease, he is able to transport the key in this way.

OOC: Just glad to have you back and posting!
 




Zorn

Zorn returns to the area he left the rest of the group. He takes his backpack off and lays it on the floor about 10 feet away from the door with the keyhole.

"I went and got the disgusting and vile key we need to open the door. I'm going to try to use it on the keyhole." he quickly explains.

Taking a couple of steps back, he conjures magical energy and directs it at the key sticking out the top of his pack. Concentrating, he guides it towards, and into, the keyhole that is shaped like the key. He twists his outstretched hand in a turning motion to get the key to turn in the lock.

(Using Mage Hand to move the key and turn it.)
 

Logan Lightbringer

Giving Zorn a silent, 'Huzzah,' Logan watches the distant manipulation of the key with great interest, as he fingers his holy symbol almost lewdly.
 


Zorn has to play around with the key a bit to make something happen. It seems to be the right key as it fits and it turns. After making three complete turns clockwise in succession, there is a metallic 'click' sound. With a startling rush the floor in the little rockets upward crushing everything in the room flat against the ceiling with a cacophony of grinding stone, flattened metal and shattered wood. Fortunately, everyone was staying back from the unpleasant key. It is likely that none of you could have survived the sudden crushing blow between floor and ceiling. Now a mithril door with a simple pull ring in the center stands before you just a few feet in front of where the keyhole in the floor was. The silence, tomb-like, in the aftermath of the sudden rush of noise is broken only by the sound of your own breathing.
 

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