[pfrpg] follow me into shadows

[Herobizkit]

Kain looks slightly annoyed at Ragnor, then nods. "Everything else in this stink hole was trapped... makes sense. Have a go at it, trap-finder, but don't be surprised if I just kick it down to liven things up."

 

[GandalfMithrandir]

[sblock=perception]
I only have a second...

1d20+10=15[/sblock]

 

[fireinthedust]

you find no traps on the lock

 

[fireinthedust]

just so's ya know, the lock doesn't look trapped; to the Rogue/assassin, it seems highly unlikely that they'd double-trap it after the use of such powerfully armed guardians.

also: the baby is great! thanks for the well-wishes!

 

[ghostcat]

Sir Angus glances over to where the pair are working out how to open the secret door or whatever. Knowing that he is a fighter not a thinker, he leaves them too it and goes back to scanning the room, while wondering what surprises the makers have in store for them next.

 

[fireinthedust]

Renya decides this has taken too long, and moves to take the key from Kain. Well? What's taking so long? there's treasure down there we're being paid to get. If you don't see a trap, why are we still here?

The Scholar speaks up Yes, what's the hold up? I believe I did mention that we're freezing out here, in this icy forest! I need to see if the item I sent you there for is in there. We're too close to slow down! If there are no traps, that is... you're the professionals, of course. Ahem.

 

[GlassEye]

Kain rolls the talisman around in his hand few times, examining it from all angles. He wrinkles his nose, shrugs, and says, "I'm sure it's going to set off yet another trap of some kind."

He then puts the key in the lock and tries to turn it.

Sindri waits.

[sblock=OOC]The quote above was post 369 (with my added emphasis). So the key has been inserted and turned. Now we just need to know what happens.[/sblock]

 

[rangerjohn]

Ragnor Drakechild

Ragnor waits with baited breath.

 

[fireinthedust]

The Key turns, and as it turns the device shows its contempt for the ravages of time: not one grain of rust, it seems, mars the surface of the mechanism within the pillar. The smooth motion and constant push have no clicking or rough jerks as of a clumsy gear-box lock, but a silent woosh as if pushing against a wind, no more.

The traceries light briefly, then dim, and where the light vanishes leaves darkness and space. The column is suddenly hollow, and no more solid than a shell, like a prop of scenery in some mummer's play. The main section falls back, pulling itself away from the key, and sliding into the main body of the column.

In the space beyond are stone steps spiraling downwards. They are unlike the stone of the room; while the crypt is made of solid stone, as smooth and unblemished as jade, these steps are like sandstone, rough and dusty with age. The corners of the steps, you notice, are covered in dusty cobwebs.

Beyond the light of this room, the stairwell is blackness itself.

 

[GlassEye]

Sindri casts Light upon his spear and peers down into the stairwell. "No time like the present." With Jack close on his heels he begins to descend.