"Well, I don't know anything about molds either," Alendar says blandly. "Burning it might work, but we might as well see what this latch does." The elf nods at Boldak.
As the dwarf pulls the hidden catch, the stone column on the floor rises up to the ceiling where it locks into place. Perhaps unsurprisingly, on the floor underneath is a humanoid corpse wearing chainmail that is, shockingly, still intact. After a quick scan, Boldak is convinced the trap is now useless.
Examination of the corpse turns up the intact chainmail, the remains of some broken statuettes, three intact statuettes of excellent craftsmanship: a grand palace, a slim spire with eight connected smaller towers, and a grand stadium. There also is a pair of goggles and two slender rods made of stone.
Alendar looks around the corner. "Well, no water came on, but I guess we still had some excitement."
As the dwarf pulls the hidden catch, the stone column on the floor rises up to the ceiling where it locks into place. Perhaps unsurprisingly, on the floor underneath is a humanoid corpse wearing chainmail that is, shockingly, still intact. After a quick scan, Boldak is convinced the trap is now useless.
Examination of the corpse turns up the intact chainmail, the remains of some broken statuettes, three intact statuettes of excellent craftsmanship: a grand palace, a slim spire with eight connected smaller towers, and a grand stadium. There also is a pair of goggles and two slender rods made of stone.
Alendar looks around the corner. "Well, no water came on, but I guess we still had some excitement."