Storms of Change, Part 2

[Verbatim]

"It is unsettling, is it not, that we don't even know who these people are who we are slaying. We don't even really know that they're hostile. Yet we know they worship Hextor, and that is enough, I suppose, to know they're not on our side. While we retain the element of surprise, I say we press on."

"Aye elf, that they be Hextorites is all I need to know as well."

Seeing that it looked like the group was in favor of pressing foward, Dunathar began walking down towards the door, scanning the halls as he did so for any traps that could have been set.

 

[silentspace]

Halfway down the corridor, hidden in the shadows of the ceiling above, is a slot running across the width of the ceiling. Peering up into the the slot, Dunathar sees a line of spikes pointing down.

Studying the floor underneath the spikes reveals marks that seem to correspond to the spikes above.

 

[Verbatim]

Turning to face the others, Dunathar pointed to the roof above and made a simulation of the trap by using one hand as the floor with his other hand being the spikes which dropped down from above.

Once he knew they were not coming further, Dunathar began looking for any way he could disarm the trap, or at least block it from catching his companions as they followed behind him.

OOC: Search and Disarm taking a 20 if time permits, a 10 if not. Because as weakened as we are, any damage is too much for me..

 

[silentspace]

Searching the area around the slot reveals no trigger or control mechanism. So Dunathar is unable to disable the spikes. Unless... well... Dunathar sees that the spikes are connected with a metal bar. Perhaps he could jam it somehow, if he had something to jam it with. The ceiling is fifteen feet high, and the spikes are recessed in the slot, another foot higher up. The bar connecting the spikes is another foot higher up. He could reach up into the slot, with something...

Unable to find a trigger mechanism, Dunathar hasn't passed the plane of the spikes yet.

 

[Manzanita]

Manzanita

OOC: Have we missed any doorways? Are there other ways we could go?

Manzanita gazes up at the spikes. "We don't really even know if it is a trap. Perhaps it is simply a gate. I don't see how we could get up there to jam it, although if we could, we could use some captured weapons for that purpose, perhaps. Or we could just try to sneak by on the edge."

 

[Seonaid]

Rowyn looks grim. "I don't want to chance one of us to the supposition that it's a gate, though it certainly looks like it. Is there any other way we could continue?"

 

[silentspace]

OOC: Behind you there was one last doorway in the corridor, at the end. Also, from the lookout post, there was a passageway that sloped up.

 

[Manzanita]

Manzanita

"This could well be an important room, but probably not worth blowing our surprise if we were trapped. Let's explore the last door in this corridor, & if that leads nowhere, go back to the beginning, check our hostage & lookouts & head up."

 

[Seonaid]

Rowyn nods in agreement. "That sounds reasonable. Let's go." She heads back to the other door, slowly, so if anyone has an objection or wants to go first she can stop.

 

[Verbatim]

Nodding his head in agreement, Dunathar stared angrily at the recess above him, and began thinking of ways to wedge the spikes so that they would not be a hinderance to his companions.

Turning away, Dunathar took the point position once more and began walking quietly towards the last door.