Ilona gazes at the gate trying to puzzle out possible approaches as Chops charges in, she can't help but smile.
Knowledge Arcana
Knowledge shadow
As the bald Dorn speaks her eyes seem to flash as she turns her gaze to him, the intensity of it washing over him like a flashfire.
Intimidate
"You. Stop it. Now"
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Chops slams into iron slab and falls on the hard stone without even denting the metal.
Anvinder laughs "Yes, lets ask the black blood. He is bound to know several prayers, probably really good at them too."
Turning to Anvinder. I do know prayers to Izrador, but I am Moving to the door once chops has finished his attempt to break it. Chops stop, it'll take too long to break it open that way. Using our strength at once we'll have a better chance. Finding an edge he pulls out his shortsword and sticks it in then begins to pull the door open.
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Solvistania turns a red rimmed glare on both the Black Blood Dwarf and the bald Dorn, which if it had been a magical spell, would have incinerated both of them, and left them both a pile of ash. "ENOUGH"
She then lays a hand on Chops shoulder, murmering, "There is a better way, Chops. She continues to exanine the markings.
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Anvinder laughs "Yes, lets ask the black blood. He is bound to know several prayers, probably really good at them too."Turning to Anvinder. I do know prayers to Izrador, but I am Moving to the door once chops has finished his attempt to break it. Chops stop, it'll take too long to break it open that way. Using our strength at once we'll have a better chance. Finding an edge he pulls out his shortsword and sticks it in then begins to pull the door open.
Stength Check: 1d20+5+2
Sword bends, but it does not break... yet.
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Solvistania turns a red rimmed glare on both the Black Blood Dwarf and the bald Dorn, which if it had been a magical spell, would have incinerated both of them, and left them both a pile of ash. "ENOUGH"
She then lays a hand on Chops shoulder, murmering, "There is a better way, Chops. She continues to exanine the markings.
Anvinder laughs "Yes, lets ask the black blood. He is bound to know several prayers, probably really good at them too."Turning to Anvinder. I do know prayers to Izrador, but I am Moving to the door once chops has finished his attempt to break it. Chops stop, it'll take too long to break it open that way. Using our strength at once we'll have a better chance. Finding an edge he pulls out his shortsword and sticks it in then begins to pull the door open.
Stength Check: 1d20+5+2
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Anvinder laughs "Yes, lets ask the black blood. He is bound to know several prayers, probably really good at them too."Turning to Anvinder. I do know prayers to Izrador, but I am Moving to the door once chops has finished his attempt to break it. Chops stop, it'll take too long to break it open that way. Using our strength at once we'll have a better chance. Finding an edge he pulls out his shortsword and sticks it in then begins to pull the door open.
Stength Check: 1d20+5+2
Ragnar watches the struggle against the door and each other contemplating adding his strength to the effort, but seeing the metal door and the runes, he pauses. The spectral lights move to the four corners of the door, fully illuminating it. His eyes narrow and wash over with a faint white glow.
"These markings are old. Sometime around when Izrador fell, but before he conquered all.
"Comrades. These marks are from before Izrador came down."** spoiler omitted **
After the attempt fails. Sorok lets his frustration end with a loud sigh. This is taking too long. He then turns to Gilian. "Do you think we can ask the stone Guardian for assistance, either here or back where the cave collapsed?"
Muni looks at the door from Ilona's shoulder.
"Damnit. Where in th' pits is Hugi when you need 'er."
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Ragnar watches the struggle against the door and each other contemplating adding his strength to the effort, but seeing the metal door and the runes, he pauses.
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Ragnar's eyebrows raise. "It can't be that simple..." he says. "Eyvindr? Would you mind?"
Ragnar looks at the air, replying to no one. "I believe the common name for the incantation you speak of is 'Knock'. It is not one that I have learned. Solvistania? Know you the spell?"
Ragnar looks at the air, replying to no one. "I believe the common name for the incantation you speak of is 'Knock'. It is not one that I have learned. Solvistania? Know you the spell?"
Solvistania murmers in reply, "Aye, I am familiar with the spell, but currently lies beyond my ken." "Perhaps after more studying and meditation, I will gain the necessary insight to learn it."
Ragnar nods. "Short of battering down the walls that frame the slab, we have no way through under our own power. Sorok, I know little of earth spirits. What might asking the guardian above to help cost us?"
Ragnar nods. "Short of battering down the walls that frame the slab, we have no way through under our own power. Sorok, I know little of earth spirits. What might asking the guardian above to help cost us?"
"He should do it so he can end his vigil. If he lets us through and we die, nothing changes for him but if we succeed he can go home."
"That's not quite the way it works, pretty boy. Spirits each got a whole different set o' rules, and don't none of them make any sense."
Solvistania nods at the Watcher, "Indeed, the spirits care little for our struggles, as they have moved on from such concerns. We have wasted enough time as it is, so we should find him and see what his price is for assisting us."
"Indeed, Sorok, we can ask the elemental for help. Let me try."
Gilian steps to the iron door and takes out a little knife out of her bag. With a deft move, she pricks on of her palms, then the other. Small pearls of blood appear and she put both of her hands on the natural granit stone by the door.
The words are hesitant at first, as if she was making them. Then, she remembers her mothers summons and the rhythm that she used.
"By the blood I have now shed,
By the words we have shared
By the Pact we have made
Hear my plea, my call for aid.
Through the rock that you call home,
By my blood and by your name,
Heed my words flow to your bones,
Wake and come Grand-Father Stone"
On and on, Gilian repeats the words, each time a tone down until they turn into a low rumble where only the rhythm can be heard.
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"Indeed, Sorok, we can ask the elemental for help. Let me try."
Gilian steps to the iron door and takes out a little knife out of her bag. With a deft move, she pricks on of her palms, then the other. Small pearls of blood appear and she put both of her hands on the natural granit stone by the door.
The words are hesitant at first, as if she was making them. Then, she remembers her mothers summons and the rhythm that she used.
"By the blood I have now shed,
By the words we have shared
By the Pact we have made
Hear my plea, my call for aid.Through the rock that you call home,
By my blood and by your name,
Heed my words flow to your bones,
Wake and come Grand-Father Stone"On and on, Gilian repeats the words, each time a tone down until they turn into a low rumble where only the rhythm can be heard.
The stone around reverberate with... snoring. "Akhmh! Er... What? Who? Akhem... Hasty, indeed. I have just gone to sleep, Granddaughter! Why do you wake me?" - snoring becomes words. It is like the stone walls are speaking.
The stone around reverberate with... snoring. "Akhmh! Er... What? Who? Akhem... Hasty, indeed. I have just gone to sleep, Granddaughter! Why do you wake me?" - snoring becomes words. It is like the stone walls are speaking.
"It is hasty, but our lives are much shorter than that of your smallest descendent, Grandfather. Can you fill the metal blocking this tunnel. It is lock by the dark-one magic and we cannot open it. However, it is set in stone devoid of his influence. Can you loosen the stone enough for us to push this door open?"
"I did not doubt you could, Grandfather. We are looking to prevent the rebirth of the Progenitor that a cleric of the Dark one want to call back. They only aim for destruction and want to control all life on Aryth to better extinguish it. Our actions may only seem a pebble on a cliff but even a pebble can trigger a rock slide. And if none of us act, then the future is set. Nevertheless, whatever your reason, there is a price for everything. I know some of your children can be as restless as us humans and as curious as well. If one of them has the will, I will protect him and teach him our ways and will learn more of your ways so that we get closer together. If this price is right tell me. Otherwise, name your price."
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"I did not doubt you could, Grandfather. We are looking to prevent the rebirth of the Progenitor that a cleric of the Dark one want to call back. They only aim for destruction and want to control all life on Aryth to better extinguish it. Our actions may only seem a pebble on a cliff but even a pebble can trigger a rock slide. And if none of us act, then the future is set. Nevertheless, whatever your reason, there is a price for everything. I know some of your children can be as restless as us humans and as curious as well. If one of them has the will, I will protect him and teach him our ways and will learn more of your ways so that we get closer together. If this price is right tell me. Otherwise, name your price."
"Hmmm... that is surprising, I must say... Yes, there is one of my great-grandchildren that is hasty... He is still a pebble, but he thinks himself a rolling stone..." For several long moments only silence can be heard - and then the ugly iron slab slides out of stone and crashes to the floor. "You are perhaps hasty enough for my great-grandchild, little one. I will send him to you when you calm your mind enough to feel the soul of the stone and hear the whispers of the rock. And you will owe me another favor to be named at some later moment in time, when I get some sleep!"
"Hmmm... that is surprising, I must say... Yes, there is one of my great-grandchildren that is hasty... He is still a pebble, but he thinks himself a rolling stone..." For several long moments only silence can be heard - and then the ugly iron slab slides out of stone and crashes to the floor. "You are perhaps hasty enough for my great-grandchild, little one. I will send him to you when you calm your mind enough to feel the soul of the stone and hear the whispers of the rock. And you will owe me another favor to be named at some later moment in time, when I get some sleep!"
"The deal is done, Grandfather. With the same restrictions as the last one. May your sleep be sound and deep."
"The deal is done, Grandfather. With the same restrictions as the last one. May your sleep be sound and deep."
"That's quite a trick you've got there. Might have to learn something from that old stone. Pete and I will take the lead." He nods to the Halfling. "Let's go." Sorok moves to the front once more, not with haste but with determination.
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Pete growls in frustration. "Bastards try to kill us with sneaky traps. You want to kill us, fight!"
He tries to disarm this trap as well.
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Pete growls in frustration. "Bastards try to kill us with sneaky traps. You want to kill us, fight!"
He tries to disarm this trap as well.
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As Pete tries to disarm the trap, silent rankling is heard from somewhere in the floor. Suddenly the whole section of the floor beneath Pete falls down and halfling madly scrambles for the safe ground.
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