Chaise continues past, carefully looking around.
Opening and continuing through the door, you find yourselves at a crossroad. To the east is a long passage ending in darkness, to the north you can make out a room, and the edges of a red statue.
Chaise continues north if no one stops him, cautious.
Chaise hears nothing peculiar.
A red marble statue of a strikingly beautiful but, at the same time, monstrously enraged human woman stands in the middle of this room, her stony expression twisted in fury. The woman wears flowing robes, and her long hair is held back from her face by an intricate headdress of hooks and blades. In her left hand she carries a large book, the face of which is inscribed with a seven-pointed star. Her right hand holds a glittering metal and ivory ranseur.
To the east is a long passage heading down; to the north there is a door.
Chaise peers at the statue, not going close enough to touch it yet.
Spectrum moves up beside Chaise, also examining the statue.
"I'm not familiar with it, but it's of Thasillonian make. Spectrum, would you happen to recognize it?"
"I do not, but I will in time."
Spectrum brings out thin parchment and a small flat glass surface with small pressure clamps and a long tin attached to it. He attaches to paper to the glass so that, with the paper over it, it resembles a frosted-looking window. Then he holds it up, looking through the paper at the statue and opens the tin. It is full of small pots of different colored charcoal.
He concentrates and number of colored dust clouds and a small wooden stylus float out of the tin and begin tracing the statue, slowly recreating every shadow and line onto the page.
Spectrum repeats this from different angles, quickly having an amazingly detailed artistic representation of the statue.
When finished he places another sheet of glass over the first, pinning the parchment between them and clamping them together before putting it into a metal case in his satchel.
Spectrum creates a beautiful and accurate replica of the sculpture, one that will be able to be very easily identified later.
Spectrum focuses and sweeps the statue and the weapon for signs of enchantment.
"Chaise, would you mind checking to see if the statue is trapped in any way"
"Hmm? Alright."
Spectrum carefully removes the weapon from the statue.
Spectrum now possesses a beautifully made ivory-and-metal Ranseur, a work of art as much as a lethal weapon. He estimates its worth as close to 400 gold pieces.
While the more academically-inclined pore over the statue, Wyam eyes the near doorway.
"Hey, Chaise, you want to check that before we move on?"
"Ah, of course."
While they're discussing the ranseur, Chaise checks the doorway for traps.
Spectrum hands the ornate weapon to Wyam. "In the future, this weapon will be prominently displayed in my museum. Until then, I know you can be trusted to treat it with the care such a relic deserves."
The doorway is untrapped.
"Let's continue on," Chaise says, heading into the doorway once he figures it's untrapped. "We can come back later."
Chaise pulls open the heavy wooden door and gazes into what lies beyond. The door opens atop a tall wooden platform ten feet above a low stone floor, the walls studded with cells filled with bones and barred by iron bars. Atop the platform are two wrathspawn similar to that which you encountered before, however these ones are growling at eachother and tearing into their skin, wounds slowly re-knitting leaving them covered with scar tissue. Hearing the door open, they turn as one and stare at Chaise.
Spectrum casts true strike on himself and draws his sword.
As Spectrum prepares, the Sinspawn turn and run towards Chaise, the one in front letting out an animalistic roar, contorting its face, revealing sharp teeth. It tries to bite into Chaise.
The bite connects. Similar to Wyam, Chaise feels a surge of anger, but he is able to throw it off.
"Should have went East!" Chaise says, withdrawing from the front of the door.
"Chaise!" Wyam shouts at seeing the other man attacked so suddenly. Seeing that they were content to charge forward, Wyam acted by stepping to the side - opening a pocket into which they could attack that would open them to attacks by Noro, Spectrum, and himself while only one of the could attack them at any one time.
Spectrum's blade charged with energy and he waited.
Spectrum's blade unerringly shoots forward and hits, carving a deep slash into the creature as lightning leaves an ugly burn against its skin.
Noro's fist slams forward and nails the creature hard. It blinks, dazed.
[ooc]Sorry Spectrum, no readied action. Your turn.
The only sign of Spectrum's annoyance was a pursing of his lips. Inwardly, his wordless frustration was blaring.
Holding the electrical charge as a cracking coil around his hand, he sheathed his sword and drew his bow from it's case on his back.
Notching an arrow, he fired at the rear Wrathspawn.