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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 3338311" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #382] It Takes a Thief[/PLAIN]"Hesjing-korth!" Ixin hissed as the poison wracked her body. The slit in her shoulder was minor, but it leaked blood none the less.Gingerly touching the puffy sliced wound splitting his left cheek, Karak grunted his agreement. "Well of all the bad ideas we've 'ad this one's certainly drained me the most," he sighed, sagging a bit under the weight of his armor. "It's probably like Huzair feels every day," he chuckled and the mage looked up from his haversack and sneered."It's good that at least you find yourself amusing, dwarf," Huair snapped and pressed a vial into Karak's hand. "Here, drink this."The dwarf took the potion and downed it in a single gulp, feeling the draught Neutralize the lingering Poison in his veins. When Morier looked at the wizard, Huzair shrugged. "The guild rat comment hurt... outcast.""I can heal your cuts, but we'll need to rest a day before I can pray for the miracles necessary to Restore your strength," Shamalin told them as she critically examined the rent in Morier's forearm."I would be willing to charge through," Ayremac offered as he studied the length of the hall. "I have a natural resistance to most poison, and I could pray for Umba's blessing... she may allow me to pass through this test unharmed... even if I did trigger the traps." Morier snorted, drawing a disapproving look from the holy warrior."Unless I miss my guess, the actual point here might be to identify the traps before springing them," the eldritch warrior said snidely. "Although your method certainly would be an effective, if not lifespan-enhancing, means of seeing where surprises lie." Ayremac's mouth set in a thin, angry line, but his tone was conversational when he spoke."There may be a lever or switch at the end," he hypothesized. "Something I could activate to allow you all to pass through. It could be a test of sacrifice, or agility... or both." Karak nodded at this."As the wizard was tossin' the coin, I was thinkin' 'you know, they been testin' our strength, our wisdom, our thinkin', our courage... I was just a wonderin' if this'n wasn't supposed to be testin' our dexterirty in avoidin' these lights'." the dwarf shrugged. "But I di' nae say anythin' at the time an'l we know one thing now for sure: the blades be comin' from the ceilin'.""That doesn't really help us, though," Shamalin added, looking up from her ministrations. "Does it?""Why do we nae take the most dexterous of us and put the Slippers o' Climbin' on 'em and have 'em crawl across the ceiling to get to the other side," Karak offered. "Of course, mindin' those beams o' light and trip the trap lever on the side. Hopefully we all do nae have to go across.""It isn't really safe for us to stand here if the trap goes off again," Morier countered. "The blades reached all the way to the far wall." Karak nodded in concession."If'n there can be some kind of protective shield on this end so in case the trap do be sprung we all do nae get scraped again that would be good," Karak admitted.All eyes looked questioningly at Huzair, but the mage didn't notice. His own eyes were fixed on the ceiling where the scything blades had descended. After a moment, Morier gave the mage a shove."Were there actual theives in this 'Thieves Guild' of yours, Huzair?" the eldritch warrior asked. "Kind of leaves one to wonder about the police protection in Farmin... if all of the thieves there are as slick as you are they must be up to their ears in unsolved crime, eh?" Huzair was clearly only half-listening."Well, there were and Farmin is known for its unsavory nature," he admitted, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "The Watch is mostly just paid off, to be honest with you. They don't really take murder kindly, but usually they would look the other way if it was some outcast or the bribe was big enough.""I wasn't really looking for a civics lesson, Huzair," Morier snapped. "I was hoping that you'd have some ideas here, rather than leaving the trap-disabling to Karak and Ayremac." The mage turned to look at Morier as his brain processed all that the albino had just said to him."You are blaming me for this?" he snorted. "I expected stuff to come from the walls, not the ceilings. And it really was not my idea to throw the coin.""He's right. The fault is mine which is why I volunteered to go forward on my own in search of a means to defeat the trap," Ayremac admitted quickly. "But this could also be a test of steadfastness.""Huh? Huzair asked."If you were testing someone to see if they were the right person to save the world, would their dedication not be important? Even when faced with certain harm?" Ayremac explained. "It is just a thought. and In any case, I leave it to the group to decide. I would be willing to try going forward if no one has any other ideas.""Lucky for you, I do," Huzair quipped.After Shamalin tried unsuccessfully to Dispel the Magic triggering the trap, Huzair turned Invisible and crept along the ceiling using the Slippers of Spider Climbing. He approached the first wall of light with apprehension, but moved through it and the subsequent three panes of light without triggering the blades. Unfortunately, once on the far side, no matter how thoroughly he searched, he couldn't find any lever or button to disable the traps. He did see that the corridor continued on - although it bent back around on itself like a horseshoe.Unlike the trapped hall, this one was well-lit by everburning torches all along its forty foot length. The mist was thinner here, so he could see that the corridor turned right at the far end, and that three wooden chests with brass bindings were arranged in the last twenty feet of the hall. It looked like an easy stroll through there.</blockquote>

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