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<blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 3351099" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #383a] Splitting the Party... Always a Good Idea[/PLAIN]&quot;Sauriv-throden,&quot; Ixin sighed, sight of the room stirring a memory within her.&quot;Axun,&quot; Huzair agreed skeptically. &quot;Sauriv-throden. Huzair, ocoshuir marirthos.&quot;&quot;Fortorum garris,&quot; the drakeling said, her tone uncertain as she sought the elusive scrap of the past. &quot;Ledare renthisj-ghoros arivorelmiirik...&quot;&quot;What's she saying?&quot; Morier asked and Huzair shrugged.&quot;Something about Ledare and a poem she used to speak of to Ixin,&quot; the mage told him. &quot;It had eyes in it apparently.&quot;&quot;The prophecies of Brader,&quot; Shamalin nodded, looking at the walls with renewed interest. &quot;I recognize the reference.&quot; Huzair looked at her strangely.&quot;You recognize the reference? You never even met Ledare,&quot; he said, snidely. &quot;I traveled half-way across Orune with her and I don't remember any poem about eyes!&quot;&quot;You don't pay attention, Huzair&quot; the priestess said without acrimony. &quot;Both Morier and Karak have mentioned the Tome of Brader on several occasions and there's a transcription of the prophecy written in Ledare's hand packed amongst our gear.&quot;&quot;Brader,&quot; Ixin nodded, pointing at the Mercybringer and then gesturing at the tiled room. &quot;Detoimithos Brader. Sauriv-throden persvekdos.&quot;&quot;Aurthon,&quot; Huzair said, making a &quot;settle down&quot; gesture.&quot;I can see why this place reminds Ixin of the poem,&quot; the cleric said and Morier shook his head.&quot;The reference to the eyes in the prophecy is talking about the prison where Zagaroth is being held,&quot; the albino pointed out. &quot;I don't believe we're there yet... I think it's a coincidence that there are eyes here.&quot;&quot;Aye, lad. I think ye've got the right of it,&quot; Karak snorted. &quot;A lot of things 'ere seem to fit the poem, but there's a lot that do nae fit it as well.&quot;&quot;I'm thinking that maybe we shouldn't ignore those chests after all,&quot; Morier suggested, cocking his thumb over his shoulder. The dwarf nodded.&quot;Aye, lad. I'm with ye,&quot; he agreed and shouldered his way passed the others. &quot;Let's examine 'em, before we press on.&quot;&quot;They're probably trapped,&quot; Morier pointed out and Karak laughed.&quot;I'd say 'probably' be under statin' things a might.&quot; He grinned and Huzair fell in behind them.&quot;My guess is whatever we do we should use the utmost care,&quot; the wizard added. &quot;I bet this whole place is loaded with traps.&quot;Ayremac, Shamalin and Ixin stood at the entryway to the tiled room, looking at one another as their companions tramped back down the twisting corridor.&quot;I'm sure this place is what's referenced in the prophecies of Brader,&quot; Shamalin said. Ledare would have been proud to see how well her obsession with the poem had taken hold of some members of the group even without her presence. Ayremac did not count himself as one of those believers, however.&quot;I respectfully disagree. We are being tested to prove our worth. To suddenly think otherwise... It doesn't make sense to me,&quot; he said flatly, gesturing toward the room. &quot;I say we search for traps, secret doors or secret switches.&quot;&quot;Agreed,&quot; Shamalin said and together the three of them stepped into the room and spread out to search.&quot;I think we should examine these chests closely,&quot; Huzair stated, stroking his chin in a scholarly fashion as they stood before the first of the three bound chests. &quot;Look for runes, detect for magic and traps, etc. Perhaps open them from above while levitating?&quot; He grinned at the cleverness of his suggestion.&quot;I'm so glad we brought our rogue along,&quot; Morier rolled his eyes and muttered to Karak. The dwarf laughed and opened his mouth to say something when a tremendous CLUNK! sounded from down the hallway where they'd just left Ayremac, Shamalin and Ixin.They hadn't been searching long when they felt the vibration of some colossal mechanism lurching into life beneath their feet. Ayremac had time to hiss a warning: &quot;Get out!&quot; before the entire rear wall of the chamber slammed outward with the force of a ballista, sweeping them all up and crushing them against the round stone door.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Jon Potter, post: 3351099, member: 2323"] [b][PLAIN][Realms #383a] Splitting the Party... Always a Good Idea[/PLAIN][/b] "Sauriv-throden," Ixin sighed, sight of the room stirring a memory within her. "Axun," Huzair agreed skeptically. "Sauriv-throden. Huzair, ocoshuir marirthos." "Fortorum garris," the drakeling said, her tone uncertain as she sought the elusive scrap of the past. "Ledare renthisj-ghoros arivorelmiirik..." "What's she saying?" Morier asked and Huzair shrugged. "Something about Ledare and a poem she used to speak of to Ixin," the mage told him. "It had eyes in it apparently." "The prophecies of Brader," Shamalin nodded, looking at the walls with renewed interest. "I recognize the reference." Huzair looked at her strangely. "You recognize the reference? You never even met Ledare," he said, snidely. "I traveled half-way across Orune with her and I don't remember any poem about eyes!" "You don't pay attention, Huzair" the priestess said without acrimony. "Both Morier and Karak have mentioned the Tome of Brader on several occasions and there's a transcription of the prophecy written in Ledare's hand packed amongst our gear." "Brader," Ixin nodded, pointing at the Mercybringer and then gesturing at the tiled room. "Detoimithos Brader. Sauriv-throden persvekdos." "Aurthon," Huzair said, making a "settle down" gesture. "I can see why this place reminds Ixin of the poem," the cleric said and Morier shook his head. "The reference to the eyes in the prophecy is talking about the prison where Zagaroth is being held," the albino pointed out. "I don't believe we're there yet... I think it's a coincidence that there are eyes here." "Aye, lad. I think ye've got the right of it," Karak snorted. "A lot of things 'ere seem to fit the poem, but there's a lot that do nae fit it as well." "I'm thinking that maybe we shouldn't ignore those chests after all," Morier suggested, cocking his thumb over his shoulder. The dwarf nodded. "Aye, lad. I'm with ye," he agreed and shouldered his way passed the others. "Let's examine 'em, before we press on." "They're probably trapped," Morier pointed out and Karak laughed. "I'd say 'probably' be under statin' things a might." He grinned and Huzair fell in behind them. "My guess is whatever we do we should use the utmost care," the wizard added. "I bet this whole place is loaded with traps." Ayremac, Shamalin and Ixin stood at the entryway to the tiled room, looking at one another as their companions tramped back down the twisting corridor. "I'm sure this place is what's referenced in the prophecies of Brader," Shamalin said. Ledare would have been proud to see how well her obsession with the poem had taken hold of some members of the group even without her presence. Ayremac did not count himself as one of those believers, however. "I respectfully disagree. We are being tested to prove our worth. To suddenly think otherwise... It doesn't make sense to me," he said flatly, gesturing toward the room. "I say we search for traps, secret doors or secret switches." "Agreed," Shamalin said and together the three of them stepped into the room and spread out to search. "I think we should examine these chests closely," Huzair stated, stroking his chin in a scholarly fashion as they stood before the first of the three bound chests. "Look for runes, detect for magic and traps, etc. Perhaps open them from above while levitating?" He grinned at the cleverness of his suggestion. "I'm so glad we brought our rogue along," Morier rolled his eyes and muttered to Karak. The dwarf laughed and opened his mouth to say something when a tremendous [b]CLUNK![/b] sounded from down the hallway where they'd just left Ayremac, Shamalin and Ixin. They hadn't been searching long when they felt the vibration of some colossal mechanism lurching into life beneath their feet. Ayremac had time to hiss a warning: "Get out!" before the entire rear wall of the chamber slammed outward with the force of a ballista, sweeping them all up and crushing them against the round stone door. [/QUOTE]

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