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<blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 3099509" data-attributes="member: 5675"><p>Down the stairs, we found ourselves in a large room with 7 short passages leading to dark lanterns hanging from chains, each a different colour. The indigo and red lanterns both missing, whilst a flame in the green lantern lit the entire room in a ghastly green flickering light. In the centre of the chamber was a large stone sarcophagus, balanced to allow it to turn. The statue (of the air Duke Zosiel) on the top of the sarcophagus (missing a finger) pointed towards the orange lantern. </p><p></p><p>Gleefully, we realised that the torch in the green lantern was covered in dust, and wasn’t actually burned down. Somehow, someone had abandoned a fantastic magical torch down here! </p><p></p><p>After a short discussion, fuel oil and torches were used to light the other coloured lanterns. Nothing whatsoever happened. We clambered all around the chamber, trying to find what we may have missed (apart from the still-absent red lantern), and Dave noticed a small tunnel high up on one of the walls.</p><p></p><p>Owing to armour and lack of natural climbing talent, we spent a long time knotting ropes before scaling the 40 feet up into a tiny cramped tunnel. Dave scaled up smartly, and the others of us struggled our way up. No sooner had we arrived, and registered the short tunnel ending in a large face-shaped wall, than Dave had rushed towards it – an ominous ‘click’ coming from the floor when he was halfway up. The stone face twisted, pursed its lips, and began to blow…</p><p></p><p>We fled – most of us for the rope, Dave ran past the face and hugged the wall away from the breath, which grew in force as we were flung out of the narrow tunnel, grabbing for the rope and scrambling down. Doug, then Torvig, then I in turn all grabbed at the rope and clung just below the lip. We hung there as the wind overhead grew to gale-force before, like a cork from a bottle, Morgan the dark wizard came flying, screaming, out over our heads and began to hurtle downwards.</p><p></p><p>Staring, aghast, the three of us on the rope grabbed at him, hands gripping at the flying cloak or hood. I gripped at his outstretched hands, and his fingers slipped through mine. Below me, Torvig grabbed out at the tumbling wizard, grabbing him by the heel of one boot. The boot fell off, and plunged 40 feet to the floor. </p><p></p><p>Finally, Doug managed to grab Morgan by the belt and swing him to the rope, which Morgan was able to grab onto before it was all too late. Breathing heavily, we gingerly climbed down to the floor, and watched the tunnel mouth for Dave.</p><p></p><p>Over the course of several minutes, Dave’s cloak and other items hurtled out, testament to Dave’s efforts to ‘cork’ the blast of wind, before the wind faded and Dave walked out – setting off the same trap. He ran, growing wind at his back, leapt out of the tunnel and grabbed at the lantern chain, snatched it, and scrambled down nimbly.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>We returned to the sarcophagus and decided to have a sit down. It was then, leaning against the heavy stone box, that we noticed it rocking… It was designed to move on its base!</p><p></p><p>We leant swiftly to the task, and the huge stone box was moved around to point at the yellow lantern. A grinding noise filled the room, and a stone pillar rose out from below the yellow light. More grinding as a door opened in the pillar, revealing a space large enough for a single man. We looked at it, and one another, for a while, before Doug stepped into the pillar. The door snapped shut, and the whole thing, Doug and all, vanished into the floor. </p><p></p><p>“What do we do?” Panic set in immediately. “Turn the sarcophagus?”</p><p>“No! We could lock him wherever he is!”</p><p>“But it might be the only way to get him out!”</p><p>“We wait,” declared Torvig. “If he can’t get back in 5 minutes, we turn the sarcophagus and try to get him out.”</p><p></p><p>5 minutes passed, and then another 5. Still no Doug, or stone pillar. Reluctantly, we turned the sarcophagus again, this time to the green light. Another grinding noise, which became a grating, shaking noise followed by an ominous “CRUNCH”, and then silence.</p><p></p><p>The blue lantern came next – and another stone pillar slid open. This one stank, and was coated with a thin layer of crushed flesh. We looked at one another, and said nothing, thinking of Doug. Nobody stepped into the pillar, and we went back to the sarcophagus.</p><p></p><p>Just as we were pushing the sarcophagus on to Indigo, the pillar under the yellow light rose again, and out stepped Doug, completely unscathed.</p><p></p><p>Before he could answer any of our questions, the floor under the green lantern gave out another grinding noise, and bulged, before splitting open. Before our terrified eyes, a swarm of tiny beetles surged out trailing a burning acrid acid, followed by a strange multi-limbed monstrosity. Bows sang, flames and oil arced through the air, hammer and sword swang. I began an encouraging chant of victory, whilst Morgan’s chant sent a terrifying eldritch ray of heinous-looking, rank-smelling evil straight into the largest monster, sapping its strength before it could bring down Torvig – the stout dwarf was brought to his knees by a vicious series of attacks from the 4 armed creature. Life spilling from his many wounds, he prayed briefly before stumbling backwards as Morgan’s crossbow twanged once again, spelling an end to the combat.</p><p></p><p>Exhausted, we fled to the small ruined building a short distance to rest.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Eccles, post: 3099509, member: 5675"] Down the stairs, we found ourselves in a large room with 7 short passages leading to dark lanterns hanging from chains, each a different colour. The indigo and red lanterns both missing, whilst a flame in the green lantern lit the entire room in a ghastly green flickering light. In the centre of the chamber was a large stone sarcophagus, balanced to allow it to turn. The statue (of the air Duke Zosiel) on the top of the sarcophagus (missing a finger) pointed towards the orange lantern. Gleefully, we realised that the torch in the green lantern was covered in dust, and wasn’t actually burned down. Somehow, someone had abandoned a fantastic magical torch down here! After a short discussion, fuel oil and torches were used to light the other coloured lanterns. Nothing whatsoever happened. We clambered all around the chamber, trying to find what we may have missed (apart from the still-absent red lantern), and Dave noticed a small tunnel high up on one of the walls. Owing to armour and lack of natural climbing talent, we spent a long time knotting ropes before scaling the 40 feet up into a tiny cramped tunnel. Dave scaled up smartly, and the others of us struggled our way up. No sooner had we arrived, and registered the short tunnel ending in a large face-shaped wall, than Dave had rushed towards it – an ominous ‘click’ coming from the floor when he was halfway up. The stone face twisted, pursed its lips, and began to blow… We fled – most of us for the rope, Dave ran past the face and hugged the wall away from the breath, which grew in force as we were flung out of the narrow tunnel, grabbing for the rope and scrambling down. Doug, then Torvig, then I in turn all grabbed at the rope and clung just below the lip. We hung there as the wind overhead grew to gale-force before, like a cork from a bottle, Morgan the dark wizard came flying, screaming, out over our heads and began to hurtle downwards. Staring, aghast, the three of us on the rope grabbed at him, hands gripping at the flying cloak or hood. I gripped at his outstretched hands, and his fingers slipped through mine. Below me, Torvig grabbed out at the tumbling wizard, grabbing him by the heel of one boot. The boot fell off, and plunged 40 feet to the floor. Finally, Doug managed to grab Morgan by the belt and swing him to the rope, which Morgan was able to grab onto before it was all too late. Breathing heavily, we gingerly climbed down to the floor, and watched the tunnel mouth for Dave. Over the course of several minutes, Dave’s cloak and other items hurtled out, testament to Dave’s efforts to ‘cork’ the blast of wind, before the wind faded and Dave walked out – setting off the same trap. He ran, growing wind at his back, leapt out of the tunnel and grabbed at the lantern chain, snatched it, and scrambled down nimbly. .oOo. We returned to the sarcophagus and decided to have a sit down. It was then, leaning against the heavy stone box, that we noticed it rocking… It was designed to move on its base! We leant swiftly to the task, and the huge stone box was moved around to point at the yellow lantern. A grinding noise filled the room, and a stone pillar rose out from below the yellow light. More grinding as a door opened in the pillar, revealing a space large enough for a single man. We looked at it, and one another, for a while, before Doug stepped into the pillar. The door snapped shut, and the whole thing, Doug and all, vanished into the floor. “What do we do?” Panic set in immediately. “Turn the sarcophagus?” “No! We could lock him wherever he is!” “But it might be the only way to get him out!” “We wait,” declared Torvig. “If he can’t get back in 5 minutes, we turn the sarcophagus and try to get him out.” 5 minutes passed, and then another 5. Still no Doug, or stone pillar. Reluctantly, we turned the sarcophagus again, this time to the green light. Another grinding noise, which became a grating, shaking noise followed by an ominous “CRUNCH”, and then silence. The blue lantern came next – and another stone pillar slid open. This one stank, and was coated with a thin layer of crushed flesh. We looked at one another, and said nothing, thinking of Doug. Nobody stepped into the pillar, and we went back to the sarcophagus. Just as we were pushing the sarcophagus on to Indigo, the pillar under the yellow light rose again, and out stepped Doug, completely unscathed. Before he could answer any of our questions, the floor under the green lantern gave out another grinding noise, and bulged, before splitting open. Before our terrified eyes, a swarm of tiny beetles surged out trailing a burning acrid acid, followed by a strange multi-limbed monstrosity. Bows sang, flames and oil arced through the air, hammer and sword swang. I began an encouraging chant of victory, whilst Morgan’s chant sent a terrifying eldritch ray of heinous-looking, rank-smelling evil straight into the largest monster, sapping its strength before it could bring down Torvig – the stout dwarf was brought to his knees by a vicious series of attacks from the 4 armed creature. Life spilling from his many wounds, he prayed briefly before stumbling backwards as Morgan’s crossbow twanged once again, spelling an end to the combat. Exhausted, we fled to the small ruined building a short distance to rest. [/QUOTE]
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