Well, when you'll have no more pitons,Bjoern, you can always take the time to break a part of a door before we enter a room, to ensure a quick exit if needed.
Smiling, Saedue check cautiously the next big doors
I have no particular knowledge of architecture, but doors in the middle of stairs... it's odd.
"I would prefer to damage as little of the structure as possible." Anset iterates again.
"Agreed. It seems... disrespectful. I think I've got plenty of pitons and spikes. Bjoern helped me pack my gear, so he knows where they are if he needs them."
Bjoern hammers two iron spikes into the floor to hold the set of doors open, one in each door. Saedue continues down the stairs reaching the next set of doors, checking the smooth stone doors over she gives the all clear.
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Current Location: Tomb of Akhentepi: Stairwell, Date: Wealday, Pharast 26th, 4714 Time: 10:03 am, Temperature: 101 degrees outside the tomb, 66 degrees in current room.
I've found nothing. I just hope I am not wrong. Shall we go in?
Anset nodded. He was ready.
"These doors are strange indeed. So many, with nothing but more stairs behind them?"
Dumah advances, ready to push the next door open. Once Bjoern is ready, he'll open it.
Saedue stays watchful, wary of potential traps or ambush, scratching her brains to find a logical or historical reason for the oddity of the big doors in the midle of the stairs.
Maybe it's a symbol of something mystical or religious?
Bjoern is ready for the next door.
Saedue tries to place any doors like this in any history that she knows but can not place any paticular reason for doors to be setup like such.
With the nod from Bjoern, Dumah opens the next doors....
The center of this large octagonal room is a raised square platform a few inches above the floor, with a stone pillar at each corner. A gold-trimmed sarcophagus sits in the center of the platform, flanked by two statues of humanoid beings with canine heads, each of which holds an ankh in one of its crossed arms. Stone double doors exit the room to the north.
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Current Location: Tomb of Akhentepi: Burial Chamber, Date: Wealday, Pharast 26th, 4714 Time: 10:04 am, Temperature: 101 degrees outside the tomb, 66 degrees in current room.
A sarcophagus? So soon? We barely met traps so far... I would have thought the final rest place of a pharaon more defended. This is HIGHLY suspicious.
Saedue keeps on the last stairs for the moment.
Could you sense something magical, Anset?These big statues are of gods, aren't them?
She points at the statue
Dumah steps just inside the room, making room for the observant and the academics to pass him as they see fit. He keeps his shield ready, and pulls out his axe as well to keep watch for the others.
Dumah steps into the room to make room for the others.
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Current Location: Tomb of Akhentepi: Burial Chamber, Date: Wealday, Pharast 26th, 4714 Time: 10:05 am, Temperature: 101 degrees outside the tomb, 66 degrees in current room.
Anset takes a closer look at the statues.
Suspicious from stories having been told to him, Dumah again watches closely as Anset moves forward, ready to advance and protect him if a statue suddenly animates.
"Be wary of traps, my friend." he says as Anset moves closer to the statues.
"Um. Was this a pharao? or just some general? Also we had some heavy problems reaching this area. Also Maybe this is his trusted lieutnant. Not for himself. As there is another door ahead!
Anset descends the stairs to the doorway of the burial chamber, looking in at the statues he can not be sure but from the other depictions of the god so far in the tomb he would guess that the statues are that of Anubis.
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Current Location: Tomb of Akhentepi: Burial Chamber, Date: Wealday, Pharast 26th, 4714 Time: 10:06 am, Temperature: 101 degrees outside the tomb, 66 degrees in current room.
"Yes. More depictions of Anubis, god of Judgement."
Moving into the room Bjoern starts to check for traps.
Starting at the door always 2 and slowly making my way to the sarcophagus.
As Bjoern moves forward checking for traps, he has to stop at the edge of the circular platform that the sarcophagus sits on as the entire platform seems to be one giant pressure plate and anyone stepping upon it would set off some kind of trap.
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Current Location: Tomb of Akhentepi: Burial Chamber, Date: Wealday, Pharast 26th, 4714 Time: 10:14 am, Temperature: 101 degrees outside the tomb, 66 degrees in current room.
Dumah nods at Anset's observation, his own grasp of the gods too limited to make use of it.
As Bjoern creeps forward scanning, Dumah will comment "Let me know if you need help with something."
Amal moves up next to Bjoern and begins to dig out his tools from his pouch and lays them on the ground. "What have you found here? Would you like me to do the honors or shall you?"
Malik will move into position behind Saedue trying to see over her shoulder at what the others are doing inside the room. After seeing Amal pulling out his tools and Bjoern pointing to the Dias he comments. "Another trap? I wonder what this one does? More darts?"
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Current Location: Tomb of Akhentepi: Burial Chamber, Date: Wealday, Pharast 26th, 4714 Time: 10:14 am, Temperature: 101 degrees outside the tomb, 66 degrees in current room.
"Maybe you can assist me.This will take a momentUnstrapping his armor, Bjoern starts to work his way around the trap.
Saedue stays at the entrance of the room, ready to prepare and throw one of her strange chemical explosives, nearly shouting with excitation
Ah! I knew it was too simple! You're quite impressive, Bjoern! I din't knew you were so aware of your surroundings, and adept at disabling mechanical devices!
Bjoern quickly but efficiently gets to work disarming the trap. Working around the platform and working as he goes with his slender tools in hand. The mechanism was simple enough, standard pressure tubes and springs but Bjoern had never seen one quite this size. He continued working around bending here, snipping there, wedging here and finally he stands back up in his original starting spot and gives the all clear, he thinks anyway. Unfortunately in situations like this the only way to test his handiwork was to step on the platform itself and hope it didn't go down.
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Current Location: Tomb of Akhentepi: Burial Chamber, Date: Wealday, Pharast 26th, 4714 Time: 10:16 am, Temperature: 101 degrees outside the tomb, 66 degrees in current room.
Anset, as usual, was quiet while the trapspringers plied their craft. He gave silent prayers to lost gods and readied in case the gods were not in a helpful mood.
"It was my work.... I will test it." Rearming himself Bjoern steps carefully on the platform
Be careful!
As Bjoern moves to test his work, Dumah unconsciously takes a step back, almost tripping on the stairs as he does.
Bjoern carefully steps up on the dais, testing his weight. Dumah backpedals from the room trying to move away as he almost runs over Anset stepping all over his feet on his departure.
As Bjoern completes his step the platform doesn't sink or go down as he breaths a sigh of relief. It seems for the moment his handiwork was holding.
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Current Location: Tomb of Akhentepi: Burial Chamber, Date: Wealday, Pharast 26th, 4714 Time: 10:17 am, Temperature: 101 degrees outside the tomb, 66 degrees in current room.
Checking the coffin for traps first, Bjoern asks Dumah to help him remove the lid.
"Do not disturb me. I am concentrating"
Amal wonders to himself, mumbling " If he moves the mechanism there... turn counter-clockwise ... no No.. might shoot poison darts.. " watching intently.
If Bjoern asks him to help move the lid (and no one else suggests waiting for any reason), Dumah will stow his shield and axe, leave his pack at the foot of the stairs () and step up to help Bjoern.
Anset, being quite devout, dealt with tense situations somewhat better than others. He had no control over what happened next. He could only put faith in his companion's skill and the Gods' mercy.
He offered a quick prayer and scanned the room for magical auras.
Do you think we shall enter the room? Are the doors secured?
Saedue seems more unconfortable than before in the tomb
The group of adventurers waiting the few minutes it took Bjoern to carefully inspect the sarcophagus for any traps. Once he was finished and had assured himself and others that their was no traps on the coffin itself he called Dumah forth to stand on the other side of the sarcophagus so that they could lift the lid away. Dumah left his pack at the doorway and moved into position as tension runs through the others waiting for the big reveal.
Looking down at the sarcophagus now the two men could see that the entire thing was trimmed in gold leaf and with a little scrapping could probably be freed of the gold itself if needed, with about 30 minutes of scrapping Bjoern was sure they could gather at least 50 gold pieces worth of gold leaf from the sarcophagus. But that could wait, first he wanted to find out what was inside it.
As the duo readied to open the lid, Anset scanned the room for any magical auras that he might detect. He doesn't detect any throughout the room.
As the duo of men begin to slide the lid to the side the lid suddenly snaps up and open and slams back down onto Dumah knocking Dumah into the coffin and the lid snaps shut with Dumah inside. Dumah quickly realizes once he is inside that there is only three rounds of air inside the closed space.
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Current Location: Tomb of Akhentepi: Burial Chamber, Date: Wealday, Pharast 26th, 4714 Time: 10:19 am, Temperature: 101 degrees outside the tomb, 66 degrees in current room.
Amal is taken by surprise by the coffin's sudden animation, almost. His quick reflexes gives him time to act and he intended to take advantage of that, besides his fried was just trapped inside! Giving a wry grin, Amal checked his knowledge before simultaneously checking how strong this coffin truly was. He stepped forward both blades a flash of light at the surge of speed.
Round 1
Dumah pulls his light hammer from his bandolier and starts striking at the coffin.
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