Ptolus- Palace of the Silver Princess (Campy)

[TheMagician]

Giving Guy a light pat on the shoulder, Samuel grins in a way that would make common crooks willing to adopt an orphan: "Thanks for trying that out for me, see what teamwork can accomplish? Remind me to buy you a drink in the near future!" he says genially. Not at all interested in the chain mail (Chain mail my eye, magicians rely on their wits!) he turns his attention to what else may be behind the secret door with Thym.

 

[Mista Collins]

As Ren isn't blown to pieces or cut to shreds by a trap, Carl starts to play a depressing tone and talks over it. "So..... now what?"

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Thym looks around the small room to see if there are any alternative exits.

OOC: None that he sees.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

"Ooh! A full set of Chain Mail! I will cherish it and treasure it always!"

Thorg hastily picks it up, folds it as best he can, and stuffs it into his backpack. "This is really fun!"

He looks around. "I think we go out now. There is no more in here. Does the courtyard have any other ways to go?"

 

[Deuce Traveler]

OOC: There were two closed portcullis' on the wall opposite of the main entrance to the courtyard, and one door on each of the side walls.

 

[Erekose13]

Suspicious of the suits of armor so conveniently sitting there for the group, he'll stay away from Thorg expecting him to explode at any minute. He'll leave the others to search the portcullises, but will ask, "Are we continuing with our exploration of this our most dangerous obstacle? Or shall we leave that which is barring our entry alone?"

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The portcullis are closed and look quite heavy, as they are made mostly from iron. You doubt that the party could lift such weight and force the passage open, though you see nothing that would impede an attempt.

Meanwhile, Thorg places the suit of chain mail in his pack without ill effect, though his backpack bulges with the size and weight.

 

[Mista Collins]

'Before we travel through the gate, I say we try the other doors first. A nice thorough search will give us the chance of finding the most treasure and locating whatever it is that is causing all this." Carl says as he puts his lute over his shoulder, where the strap keeps it in place. Grabbing his whip, he cracks it. As the group looks at the site of Carl with a whip, he answers the unasked questions. "Just in case a problem comes along."

 

[Brother Allard]

Guy takes a quick look around and, finding nothing to stab, crosses arms and harrumphs in disappointment.

He waits impatiently while the others dither and blather and eventually, having had quite enough of that, makes off for the door on the left.

"Hey! Let's see what's in here," he calls.

Paying no mind to the others he grabs the door handle and pulls.

 

[Erekose13]

Happy that the others are the foolhardy ones and that he is standing far enough back, Thym will not say anything about their trap finding methods.