Tiger shouts, and stabs at the thing with his trident.
Update: I miscounted, and am instead not close enough, so that will be drawing a trident and throwing it. Which will make that a 16 to hit, not a 22.
Sharpe withdraws 30 feet away from the elemental.
The trident whistles through the air, landing a solid blow on the elemental.
Sir Florace swings at it with his bastard sword.
Sir Florace swings at it with his bastard sword.
[dice=To Hit]1d20 + 5
[dice=Confirm Crit]1d20 + 5
[dice=Damage]1d10 + 4
[dice=Extra Crit Damage]1d10 + 4
Arden moves closer to the cloud.
With Sir Florace's mighty blow, the elemental seems to come apart, wisps of cloud gradually drifting away until they've all dispersed.
Sir Florace checks to see what pulling the lever did.
It wound up the chain attached to it, which disappears into the bump on the ceiling. Past that, you can't see any changes.
Maybe we should see if there was any effect on the bump in the ceiling over by the acid pool. Sharpe, perhaps you could slip across the narrow strip of floor again, see if anything changed?
Florace walks over to the acid pool and looks to see if it had any effect over there.
Sharpe doesn't even need to go across the narrow ledge, as the change is quite obvious. More walkway has appeared, widening the ledge into a normal, albeit a slippery, path.
Sharpe tells Sir Florace to hold on to one end of a rope, takes the other end and walks to the other side of the acid.
Tiger is at least willing to try, this time.
Hopefully Tiger held on to the rope which could help him avoid falling?
If it's an option, reflex save to grab rope.
Sharpe successfully makes it across the ledge.
Tiger manages to grab onto the rope. However, while Sir Florace has no problem holding on to his end, Sharpe is unable to take the sudden weight and drops his end of the rope. Tiger plops into the nasty acid, which luckily is only a couple of feet deep.
Arden attempts his way across the path past the acid.
While waiting for Tiger and Sir Florace to cross, Arden inspects the area and the door ahead.
Arden manages to zip along as Tiger climbs back up onto the walkway. On the other side he finds a door, but there doesn't appear to be anything remarkable about it.
Sir Florace looks skeptically at the path and carefully takes off his armour, stowing it away. He then attempts the crossing.
He splashes into the acid. He figures he better just make a run for it and wades across.
Sir Florace falls in and then quickly slogs through to reach the other side.
Once everyone has regained their composure, Tiger will open the next door. "Strange how well the engeeneering works after this collapse."
Behind the door reveals a hallway that turns before continuing onwards. A small, barred window pierces the iron door at the end of this hall, revealing a plain, ten-foot-square room with a windowless iron door on the opposite wall beyond.
The door seems to be locked.
Sir Florace puts his armour back on after the acid incident.
He then tries sticking all the key-like objects we found into any visible lock on the door.
There does appear to be a keyhole. When Sir Florace puts the key from earlier that opened the prison cells in, it seems to fit. With a soft click, the door unlocks.
Arden enters the room once the door opens.
"It's a magic mouth spell, but it looks permanent so the caster may not be here anymore. Does anyone recall a pass phrase?"
"Pass phrase? I don't remember hearing one. I don't like thees."
"Come inside and close the door, I think I have the pass phrase. It was on a plaque where we killed the imp." Everyone enters and Arden closes the door behind them. He looks up and states the phrase. "Confession Cleanses the Soul-- Pain Clarifies the Mind."
You all enter the room and close the door behind you, but nothing seems to happen when Arden speaks. The voice merely repeats its message.
Florace inspects the room.
The room is small but well built. The doors both look solid, although there's no obvious way to open them from this side. Otherwise the room looks completely empty.
Nothing happens when Tiger speaks either.
Florace tries saying, Good Baron Sarvo wills it.
With a soft click the opposite door unlocks, moving to hang slightly ajar. The mysterious voice is quiet.
In the next room, a single iron lever protrudes from the wall next to the door in this otherwise empty chamber’s west wall. To the east, a ten-foot-wide hallway curves to the north.
A four-armed metal construct on three jointed legs blocks access to the eastern corridor. A large metallic key floats next to it. Shortly after entering, it speaks to you. "Please present the crest for passage."
Tiger holds up the knife with the strange designs. "This crest, or deed you want another?"
The construct remains where it is, saying, "Invalid input. Please present the crest for passage."
"Sharpe, any chance you know something about this construct?"
"No idea. Perhaps someone should pull the lever?"
Tiger, newly remembering his resistance to electricity, gingerly steps forward and pulls the lever.
When Tiger pulls the lever, the floor in the tiny intermediary room falls down, exposing a pit below.
Arden falls into the pit and yells "Ouch!"
Florace lets down a rope to help Arden climb up.
With this done, he removes his cloak, white with a stylized gold trillium on the back. He mutters, This will never work, and presents the cloak to the construct. Here is my crest, he says.