Herobizkit
Adventurer
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."
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[pfrpg] follow me into shadows
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GandalfMithrandir
First Post
fireinthedust
Explorer
you find no traps on the lock
fireinthedust
Explorer
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!
also: the baby is great! thanks for the well-wishes!
fireinthedust
Explorer
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.
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
Adventurer
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
Explorer
Ragnor Drakechild
Ragnor waits with baited breath.
Ragnor waits with baited breath.
fireinthedust
Explorer
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.
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.
