As Mrs. Fiddle doesn't storm into the door Tauriell takes her time to check what is wrong with the door and to fix it.
"Tadaaa! Just like new." Tauriell states and swings the door open.
A large sinkhole dominates the center of this damp chamber. A five-foot-wide ledge runs around the pit, but the ledge slopes downward and is crusted with slippery-looking slime.
Abomentolor steps in carefully checking that Niamh isn't behind him. e throws a pebble with light cast on it into the sink hole.
The light falls down the hole and shows shortly that at the bottom of the pit is a green slimy mass. Into which the pebble disappears and with it the light.
"That is disappointing. Would you send a dancing light down?" He asks Tauriell.
"Sure." Tauriell replies doing as asked. "But I think it is more interesting to check what is up with the statues in the next room than to investigate this slimy sink hole."
"Agreed." Jimmy says not stepping into the room
Niamh looks into the room standing behind Jimmy. "What did you find?"
"Some hole with green slime." Tauriell replies.
"That is boring. What is that with this golden plates?" Abomentolor asks jumping around on one of them.
Niamh scrunches her nose and walks towards the elf looking into the hole. "If you don't mind I would prefer to go on."
"On to where. This is a dead end. Either we missed some door, or we have to find what it is with these statues. Who wants to start kissing them?" Tauriell asks.
"I'm sure you can enthuse Jimmy or Abomentolor." Niamh replies.
"Sorshen disappointed me. I'm not going to kiss up to her again." Abomentolor declines the offer.
Niamh shrugs. "Then we're going back looking for some secret doors?"
"Didn't you do that already? Or check for magic?" Tauriell asks.
"Yes I did check for magic." Niamh replies and looks at the statues. "Only for information... how will we get back? Do you think there's a teleport statue for going back too?"
"I guess it's a one way trip to your doom." Tauriell jokes.
"Do you really think so?" Niamh asks doubtingly. "No. that can't be true. In the worst case you will have to throw me up the waterfall." she says and smiles. "That will be a challenge! Do you think you could manage that?"
"Oh, we should have left a rope there. I don't think I can swim against the stream. Oh, that's all b$!*@+@!" Niamh says angrily. "As it looks like nobody is volunteering to kiss the statues feet, how are we going on now? I must have missed a secret door!"
"It's no problem. I can bring us all out of this dungeon via Dimension Door" Gwenhwyfar tells to calm Niamh down.
"I was joking. And as the text at the statues suggest you wont have to kiss them. They're offering a hand. But we sure can go through the rooms again and check for secret doors." Tauriell explains taking the hand of a statue.
The three golden plates on the floor start glowing in bright light.
Abomentolor gets excited. "Finally something happens in here." The gnome steps on a plate.
Abomentolor disappears and the bright glowing of the golden plates stop.
orb that swims with liquid amber light hangs from the ceiling fifteen feet above on a delicate, ten-foot-long golden chain.
"Hehe. Nice." Abomentolor states as he looks around. He casts detect magic and scans the room for other interesting things. Like an exit for example.
The room has a door to the north. Nothing magic is found in the room.
Using this door leads into a corridor.
At the end of the corridor is another secret door that is rather obvious from this side. Opening it leads to the room with the bath where Abomentolor tried to throw Niamh in.
"I'll be the next!" Niamh says excitedly and gives one statue her hand before she steps onto a plate. After a moment she appears next to Abomentolor.
"Huh?" Abomentolor looks surprised. He thought it'd take longer for the others to follow. "I think this room is rather uninteresting let's move on."
Abomentolor walks along the corridor, opens the 'secret' door and seeing the pool he looks over his shoulder that Niamh isnÄt too close behind him. Walking around the corner he shouts "I'm back. This was the wrong teleport."
Niamh is amused about Abomentolor's wariness. "Do you think I'm that unimaginative?"
"I don't want to think about how creative you might get. I'm just careful around water." Abomentolor replies.
Niamh steps back through the secret door into the room chuckling. She casts detect magic and looks at everything, especially at the orb with liquid amber. "Why would someone hang a ball on the ceiling?" Niamh asks while she tilts her had back as she stands under the orb.
"Oh, go f...ind yourself someone else to order around." Tauriell replies even if Niamh can't hear her.
As Tauriell doesn't answer Niamh calls again.
As Tauriell still stays away Niamh looks frustated.
"And bring Tauriell with you."
Niamh calls back sounding pretty frustrated.
"You have to call 'Pretty please lovely queen' or I won't come." Tauriell replies and adds "And if you ever make another comment about training me I'll put you into the sack."
Niamh sticks her tongue out at Tauriell, even when the elf can't see her. she shouts grumpily. The halfling walks around the pool to the rest of the group.
"What do we try now? It seems pretty useless to teleport just to that room." Abomentolor states.
"Maybe there is another secret door?" Niamh asks and walks back to the room and looking everything up and down on her way using detect magic.
In the corridor she finds another secret door.
"Shall we wait until after the explosion or are we going there now?" Tauriell asks.
Niamh touches the door and steps into the room.
This black marble-walled chamber’s ceiling is lost in a layer of shimmering black fog, while a long golden rug runs down the center of the room on the floor. A rectangular block of polished stone, black with fat blood-red streaks, sits at the eastern end of the rug. Several objects sit atop this stone, and the cinnamon-scented air is filled with a strange, nagging hum like that of a swarm of buzzing insects. The wall beyond the altar stone is decorated with a detailed mural of a voluptuous demonic woman with bat wings, a serrated tail, legs of molten stone, and a crown of seven horns. Both of her hands are held out to her sides, palms turned up toward the ceiling—a globe of blackness hovers above each palm.
The message above the left hand reads: “In deference to Our Lady of Shadows, the following are hereby consigned to servitude within the Lady’s Light.”
The space below is mostly blank. Only one name is written there: Ashamintallu.
The message above the right hand reads: “Those who would seek my inner sanctum need only speak my artist’s name.”
Walking back towards Niamh "I don't want anything bad happening where she is the only person who can deal with it."
Hearing Jimmy Niamh turns around. "What to you mean with that?"
Tendrils of black fog drip down from the mist to form the room’s guardians. — three shadowy mastiffs (dogs) with bright red eyes that start baying.
"Well crap!" Jimmy says as he hears the barking. He starts sprinting to find Niamh