[UaVS] The Silver Door IC


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Nurthrak hands the short sword back to Arngren. He stays in the rear of the group, but far enough into the room that he can watch for an attack from any direction.
 
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Glancing about the room, Wesellu allows doubt to cross his face almost momentairily.

"These doors protect the power that lies behind the Door no doubt. Deadly traps no doubt await the wrong choice. I am afraid I am unskilled in the ways of traps however, so perhaps which way we go could be better left to others."

With that Wesellu quickly incants a Detect Secret Doors scanning the room to make sure the three choices are the only ones.
 

Wesellu's spell detects no hidden Doors.
The Spectres have still not materialized in pursuit, all seems safe for the moment.
 


Checking the three doors, Arngen (with Grolvus assisting) notices nothing on the first, the udisturned door to the North. Moving to the South-East one (wherein the earlier party ventured), Arngen smiles as he notices that whoever went through disarmed, then reset some trap. Looking closer, Arngen traces the faint outline of
a stone that doesn't sit right in the stones surrounding the Door. This probably triggers some sort of Pit Trap or Falling Trap.
Grolvus whispers at Arngen's ear 'It's a Pit, I just found the edge' The Drow looks back to see Grolvus marking the edges with chalk. Arngen easily disarms the trap.

The third door seems safe, as Arngen detects no Traps.
 

While disarming it, Arngen checks if there is anybody in the pit or anything significant the spellcasters could use for scrying.
 

Carefully openng the Pit, Arngen and Grolvus peer down into a shaft 30' deep. The bottom seems to have no Spikes, and in fact, there is residue of some lfungus (now long dried and dead) that might provide a soft landing. Spors carpet the area, obscuring any details of the pit's actual depth or contents. It would seem that the Duergar liked to take their prisoners alive.
 

"Humph, I'm sure that could prove useful," Enraela spoke with a smirk. Though whether or not she's joking or threatening, nobody can really tell. "Is there anything else wrong with the door or shall we proceed?"

Her silver brows furrowed. "Why do you think they choose this door, Wesselu?"
 

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