[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

[Serpenteye]

Furious, Nurthrak slams his fist into the jammed door with all the force he can muster. Rubbing his hand he begins to pace back and forth in the room, pondering his options for the future.

...

 

[Dalamar]

Arngen nods in agreement, there's no use wasting one's life if it isn't necessary.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:So, Western door is blocked by an earthquake, Eastern door has a Trap which the Rogue's want to leave be. Northen door it is.

IC: Arngen and grolvus make theor way across the expanse of the chamber to the Northern door, avoiding the fuming troll.

Enraela signals for Jikull to accompany them and then as an afterthought, she moves closer to that part of the room as well, Brogark at her side.

The Northern door( while someone has swept away prints) shows signs of having been forced open. Grolvus can smell the faint scent of Acid and he sees the tell-tale signs of the stuff on the mangled remains of a Lock. Arngen notes that there are no Traps per se, though he does find the faint resonance of another Glyph...

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Acid was used on the lock," Grolvus tells Arngen, "Guess that clinches which way they went."

 

[Dalamar]

"And that they have a magic-user, there's a glyph on this door."

 

[Caliber]

"A ... a glyph? I can help with that."

Shuffling forward, Wesellu bends to peer intently at the door, inspecting the glyph scribed on it closely. Murmuring a few arcane words under his breath, Wesellu grins slightly as the glyph begins to swim before his eyes. As it slowly rewrites itself in his mother tongue, Wesellu moves closer still.

"Now, lets see what is actually there ..."

OOC: Read Magic to decipher glyph. Spellcraft

 

[Uriel]

Wesellu moves forward, examining the DOor and the Glyph (via Read magic).
It appears to be another Blast Glyph, like the one that warded the earlier door.

 

[Caliber]

Nodding as his suspicions are confirmed, Wesellu briefly considers letting the glyph be taken care of as the previous one had been. Smiling at the thought, Wesellu slowly stretches out his mind and slowly begins to unravel the glyph, strand by strand …

OOC: Dispel Magic on the Glyph.

 

[Uriel]

Wesellu casts his Dispel magic, noting with satisfaction as it disappears, showing the inferior magic of whoever cast it.

Enraela steps forward, whispering into Wesellu's ear 'Very good, Dear Cousin.It is so nice to see you contributing again. Now, is there aught that you can tell me of what lies beyond this door?'

Jikull shifts impatiently, fingering the blade of his massive sword.

Brogark keeps an eye on the eastern door, glancing from time to time at the one in which the group entered through.

 

[Serpenteye]

Nurthrak looks at the spellcasting wizard, the wounded Bugbear and the fraying Priestess. Under his mask of beastial anger he allows himself a slight, calculating smile as a single thought dominates his mind. Attrition.