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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 4840544" data-attributes="member: 16069">The Whiterock Castle Campaign- Shining example of he-DwarfThere's not many left so make them last, or else head over to my new-ish story hour starring the Friday Knights a misfit bunch of reprobates that are doing fine work this time 4e related, but hey who can tell from the write ups- it's all D&D related malarky.And that includes you Richard.Turn 21. “Shining example of he-Dwarf.”The Sinister Secret of Whiterock.Twiglet returns, with Gina in tow, the golden portals are proving to be quite a conundrum, not the opening as much as to the what happens next, after they’ve been opened- they seem to be trapped, or else something happens- the Half-Elf’s not entirely sure, she continues to search for the answer.“Well I’ve scoured the whole of this wall”, Cestode indicates everything within reach- it’s not a lot, “there seems to be no opening mechanism, as far as I can see, there’s probably nothing here, a false secret door- sneaky, Gnomes are you know, oh hello Gina, I didn’t see you there.”Gina scowls, “it looks like a door, even I can see it.”Cestode peers around, stares hard at the spot, what are they seeing?Twiglet sets to, and a minute later agrees with the Paladin of Moradin, “nope- odd really, why would you go to the trouble, unless”, Twiglet marches over to Fandango, and when I say marches, I mean marches- Cestode style.“Look at him move.” Cestode rocks back and forth, chuckles and claps his hands in admiration.Gina screws up her face, confused.A little while later, “Ok- got it”, Fandango calls them over.The doors are decorated in a sheet of hammered gold, depicted on which are the traditional enemies of Gnomes – Dragons, Giants, Ogres, and Kobolds. The key,  rather the lock, is in the Giant’s mouth- Fandango reaches in.“There are some tumblers in here, hard to manipulate, made for smaller hands, still I think I’ve got the hang of it.” Fandango states while working away.The others, bar Twiglet, take several steps back, adventurers are an instinctive bunch. Twiglet catches up on reality, she retires a little way and…CLICKThe doors open and…GRIND“What was that?” Cestode’s in combat mode.“The secret door’s open.” Twiglet leaps into the air to celebrate, claps his hands like a… well, a little girl, and then scurries off to see.“Is he…” Cestode starts up.“Oh, I get it- he’s a sh…” Fandango cuts the Dwarf off.“Shining example of he-Dwarf… ness.” Gina concludes.Cestode looks from one to the other- what did he miss, Fandango grins and heads over to examine the newly opened secret door.Soon after it seems the Half-Elf Rogue has found some more traps, which is a shame as the secret chamber revealed is desperately in need of looting.The stench of death and therefore gold, assaults their senses. Inside the darkened alcove is a dusty wooden altar, covered in cobwebs, and in two smaller alcoves, recesses, a pair of coffers- silver coffers, silver as in the metal, not just the colour.Cestode rubs his hands together- undisguised glee, minimalist undisguised glee however.But that’s all before Fandango ruins the party.“There’s a… portcullis”, Fandango points up, “and then there’s two”, she points again- to the spaces just before each of the silver chest, “two, raised areas- there and there, triggers, any weight on them and… Whammo.”“Whammo.” Cestode states, “what does Whammo mean, exactly?”“No idea, nothing good I’d imagine.”“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Cestode splutters.“Yes.” Fandango states, certain, “not rushing in- getting myself killed, however…” Fandango curtsies and indicates that the way is clear for Cestode to try his luck.“Harumph.” The Paladin of Moradin goes for a little walk, then stops and turns back- grinning.“Can’t we just drag the coffers out, we don’t have to step on the triggers- ahhh, see, I was paying attention.”“Not if there’s anything in them.”Cestode stares into space a moment, in polite societies it signifies thinking, finally- “why?”“Because the weight of the coffers will probably activate the triggers.” Fandango concludes.“Then we just have to disarm all of the traps- starting with the portcullis.” Cestode goes one better.“Right, I hadn’t thought of that. Give me a minute.”“Logic, cold-hard Dwarven logic.” Cestode taps the side of his head and retires to eat pre-lunch.  Twenty minutes later Fandango’s done, or not…“The portcullis is secured, the other two traps are beyond my skill…”“Beyond…”“However”, Cestode shuts his mouth, “I have a plan.” Fandango continues, “two of us rush in, grab the coffers and drag them out.”Nobody talks for a while because they think there’s more to it- the plan that is.There isn’t.“Who goes in?” Cestode’s eager, he’s also the slowest and least agile person present, he smiles, warm in that knowledge.“Me.” Fandango states.“Me.” Grungarak concurs.It goes like a dream.The pair rush in, trigger the triggers, grab their respective coffers and rush back out again, all before the right hand wall of the chamber travels all the way across to crush anyone, in this case no-one, that’s left in the chamber.“Whammo.” Fandango says, and springs the first chest, and what a lot they’ve got, courtesy of a Detect Magic spell from Gina they divine that there are two magical milky white pearls; a magical warhammer- Cestode doesn’t wait to be asked, he grabs it; a magical cloak, and five magical crossbow bolts. There’s also a trio of gold ingots and a single, beautiful, emerald wrapped in silk.“That paid for your time?” Gina asks.Fandango grins at the Gnome. The find is stashed away, they head over to the golden portals and through.</blockquote>

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