Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[covaithe]

Erf hears nothing when he listens at the door. Opening it, he discovers a long room whose walls are covered with portraits of every size and style, from huge eight-foot-tall full-body poses to miniatures just inches high. Very little bare space shows on the walls. At the northern end of the room, light reflects off of a glass display case, and an internal wall concealing another descending stair.

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[Halford]

Erf scans the corridor squinting carefully to see ifhe can detect any magical auras. If he see nothing he closes the door moves over and opens the opposite door (L23).

 

[covaithe]

ooc: Hmm.... I think I'm going to require a concentration check to maintain Detect Magic while listening at the door. Let's call it DC 10.

 

[Halford]

OOC: Done, I'll take a 1 and make it , Erf has a surprisingly sexy concentration modifier +9.

 

[serow]

Ter-raen walks into the room of paintings, and sighs. "More pictures..." he grumbles. Like a man who has seen too much, he draws out his scimitar again and says softly to the room, "Come, Ter-raen know you in here. Come out and fight. Ter-raen know you in room." Obviously he is expecting trouble from any room with paintings, and just wants to get it over and done with. "Still got urn to find..."

[sblock=ooc]Apologies for not updating! I think the thread update emails went into my spam folder...[/sblock]

 

[Trouvere]

Gildrim shares Ter-raen's sentiment and keeps his shield and new sword at the ready. But he has other things on his mind too.

"If we cannae find th' Urn, mebbe we can tak a paintin' wi' us, if thaur's ane ay Alvar Thorne's grandpappy or whasomiver that leuks like th' verra image ay th' man. Ay coorse, wioot Cyian, Ah dinnae rate oor chances ay pickin' th' richt ane. It's nae as thocht ye can tell ane human apairt frae anither, withoot ony beard knots tae leuk at."

"Even sae, somebody shoud tak aw thaes likenesses doon frae th' walls. Ah've haurd humanfowk like tae hide vailuables in wee compairtments ahind paintin's. Ridiculous, but thaur ye gae."

 

[Halford]

Erf nods at Gildrim's words, humans do indeed look a like especially when your vantage point is below their knee.

"I think we 'ave the fellas that were larkin' aroundlast time Ter'raen sometimes a paintin' is just a paintin', but I can't hurt te check. 'N like Gildrim says maybe they 'id sommore valuables behind one of 'em."

OOC: Been slow all over lately Serow you certainly did not hold anything up!

 

[serow]

Ter-raen nods at Gildrim's sounds. "You right, maybe. Humans like to do things strange." With that, he boldly takes step forward towards the nearest painting and taps its side a few times with the flat of his blade.

 

[covaithe]

Ter-raen taps on the ornate wooden frame of the nearest painting, a three-foot portrait of an imposing woman with bluish-gray hair and a jewel-encrusted bodice. The frame seems solid and firmly attached to the wall, though it is unclear whether it is fastened or simply stuck due to centuries of neglect.

Meanwhile, Erf peers around the room with his magically enhanced sight. After a moment, he notices that the display case at the end of the room has taken on the telltale soft glow of a magical aura.

[sblock=spellcraft DC 16]The aura has the telltale twisting spikes associated with necromancy[/sblock]

 

[Halford]

"Oooh, the cae case down their is magic, can't tell what kind, but its magic, be careful might be a trap or wardin' of somekind." Erf exclaims pointing at the display case.