"I mentioned no names, Celia," Valai says. "On purpose, I might add... I am not that crass."
"Ow. I dun wanna do that again. Yeah, let's get outta here."
"I suppose that's what I get for only being half right. Let's get out of here before they do that again."
Once we identify an exit, Marshall will head in that direction, holding on to nearby statues in case the room turns again.
"I hate this place!" Valai screams as she tries to take cover.
"Awww, hell!"
Celia grimaces, praying all the while as she throws herself backwards on blind faith. All or nothing, right?
"Fwoosh!"
The statues fell with a loud smash, shattering in the process. The black stone turned into a fine powder. After about a minute, the room returned to its previous orientation.
Once the room has come to a standstill, Valai carefully stands up from where she had thrown herself over William the Goat to shield him, and starts to pat down her suit.
"Let us please get out of here," she says, enunciating every word with exaggerated care. "Carefully."
Marshall is a bloody mess when he finally manages to stand.
"Yeah, leaving. That's a thing. We need to do that."
Celia gets up, looks around at her comrades and starts when she sees Quentin's condition.
She quickly grabs her flagon and utters a prayer in gnome, channeling positive energy in a wave outwards two separate times.
"There's a pressure plate over there." she then reports, pointing to the object in question before looking around for any other potential and nasty surprises.
Marshall smiles gratefully at Celia as his wounds disappear under the onslaught of positive energy.
"I guess the question is, does that pressure plate try to kill us again or does it open up another door out of here? Did anyone step on it when we came in?"
"Let us seek another exit without touching any more pressure plates first, please," Valai says.
"Ah! Yes!"The gnome doubled back into the room with the fountain and peeked back into the hallway they'd come from.
"We need another route. right?"
"Door detected!" the gnome reported, making her way over to it and pressing her ears against it.
"Anyone else want to have a look at this?"
Valai comes over and eyes the door.
An revelation hits the gnome quite suddenly.
"Where is Keth? Oh now, don't tell me he got crushed by the-Keth, you okay?"
Damn, what if that pressure plate opens the door? We need something to weight it down if it does.
Booker scampers forward to take a look at the door and the surrounding area.
"Well I say we should try the pressure plate thingy and see if it is the doorbell, but if it is, we could always stick Boodka over on it."
"Ah! As long as he doesn't mind and we know it won't kill him, right?"
[b]"All is well, Lady Celia."[/ooc]
Keth was floating around, as if he was unaware in the shift of the room.
"Right, yeah...well why don't yall clear out and I can see if that plate works. If there's trouble I betcha I can get outta the way better'n you. No offense intended."
"Good, good!" the gnome chuckled in relief at Keth's response.
"None taken, Booker. Godspeed."
Booker waits for everyone else to clear out and mimes downing a mug of ale as he gives Celia a grin. Once everyone is clear, he steps on the pressure plate with an incredibly overblown show of gravitas.
Marshall looks around the supposedly safe room suspiciously, as though the traps may have followed him.
Booker stepped onto the plate. After a moment, the door frame began to grind as the stone moved away, revealing a doorway into a seemingly empty room. The process took a few minutes, as if the device had gone unused for sometime.
"Well there ya have it." Booker steps off of the plate and ushers everyone back in.
"I'll be damned. I can't believe that worked."
Marshall moves into the next room and looks around.
Valai follows, her expression distrustful. "Brace yourselves," she mutters.
Celia walks in last, her ears somewhat protracted against her skull as she looked for anything suspicious.
"Everyone, there's a panel that looks weird!"
The gnome runs around so she could be close enough to point it out specifically.
"On a scale of one to ten, how upset would you guys be if I removed it?"
"That depends on whether you are willing to wait for the rest of us to leave this room before you remove it," Valai says in a bland tone of voice.
"Then... let's assume... yes," the gnome continues, "-then how mad would you be on that scale I said?"
"Eh, just do it. We can't just stay here for the rest of our lives."
"I'd be more disappointed if you didn't take it off, really"
Following this advice, Celia waits long enough for anyone who wants to leave to leave, and tries to lift up the panel.
Booker steps right up next to her, to better see what's behind the panel.
The panel was lifted, revealing what appeared to be a trap door.
"Valai~! It's a door! It's not magic, is it?"
Valai comes over and stares at the trap door with her magic-enhanced vision.