Roy tries to get a feel for how thick the door is, and glancing at the sides to see if they could possibly dig around it or bust it open.
"Yamara has this trick," Rivet says as he holds a thread near the door, watching to see if anything magical moves it.
the timeworn lock clicks and groans. With some psionic prodding and trickery, the door slides open cleanly, stright down into a groove. It opens up to a solid metal hallway into darkness.
Bareth, being able to see perfectly well in darkness and able to see magic flies forward slightly
Lwazi follows behind, pulling out his everburning torch to light the way.
"Oh, well, if there's nothing immediately dangerous..." Rivet follows too, magic shears in hand.
The hall leads to a small metal chamber, with a red panel in the floor, and an odd, flat device on a platfom, the device covered in strange symbols.
Lwazi waves at the device and looks at the more magically-knowledgeable members of the party. "What do you make of this?"
"That door was industrial grade. They really didn't want anything getting in or out of here.
Roy will volunteer to pick it up once all the pre-danger scans have been done, being the most healthy at the moment.
"Well, if that red panel is connected to-" Rivet's eyes cross momentarily as the headband drops arcane knowledge into his mind. "What was I saying?"
"I suppose it'd be a bad idea to just shove magical power into the system and hope for the best"
"If it is a lock as it appears then I would not be too quick to do so. It seems to require more magic to work, but we then might have a limited time to discover how to operate it." He eyes the imp curiously. "How would you shove magical power into it in any case?"
"cast jolt at it? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not much of a spellcaster "
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I don't know too much about this kind of stuff. Does kinda seem like an electric circuit but for magic though. Either it doesn't have any power, or the connection is broken somewhere. We could try to find out where the battery is.
"Truly a mystery," Lwazi comments. "Without clues as to the password, it is likely best to leave it be."
"I thought imps were crafty devils?"
"crafty? Sure. I can teleport and turn myself invisible, and hide long enough to pull something nasty in a pinch but you may have missed the memo about how we're also the weakest of devils, I mean sure, I could probably take on the average civilian, and I've learned a few tricks in my time on the material, which probably puts me ahead of the average imp back home, but I'm nothing to write home about"
"... It was supposed to be a pun... to keep the mood light. Sorry." Luca grips his arm and looks away awkwardly.
Hey, here we go. Rivet might be able to get past the lock from here.
Roy flips through his any tool until the right screwdriver or such pops up to remove the panel.
Lwazi watches nervously as Roy manipulates the panel.
soon enough the panel comes off with little difficulty. There's a jumble of metal cords under the panel, but how this works is largely unclear at first.
There's a small compartment inside the panel the wires connect at- it seems tl be a power source.
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Rivet peers inside with great interest.
"Well, at the very least there is something worth salvaging here - a great cognizance crystal! And should we choose to do so powering up this lock is now an easily understood problem, if a little fatiguing."
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One it's explained, Roy raises his eyebrows.
"I can make that kind of energy. It's what my armor and blades are made of. I have some excess every day I could put towards this."
Lwazi continues to stay well clear of the object, knowing his skills lie elsewhere. "Could the crystal be taken with us and then replaced when we are ready to make an attempt to use this?" he suggests.
"That might be well," Rivet says, slipping the paper carefully between a pair of boxes in his satchel, "There is a partial code here which most likely opens the lock, but no clue as to how it might proceed from there. And I, or Midioto should he recover his wits, could make some use of this crystal."
Rivet proceeds to remove the crystal, trying not to damage it, and to damage the other cords and fittings under the panel as little as possible.
the crystal is cleanly removed- it's a tiny thing, fitting in the palm of rivit's hand. It glows softly, quiet and dull.
"Is there anything else to be gained here?" Lwazi asks those more knowledgeable in magic and mechanics.
"That's all I got. Was there anything else to check out?"
"For now. Perhaps there shall be some clue elsewhere as to what this might be and how to gain access." Rivet admires the crystal. "Do you know, this crystal is likely worth more than all my possessions put together, even at the reduced rate you obtain for selling such a thing without owning a brokerage yourself?"
meanwhile, outside, there is a loud clank of metal.
"That's not a good sound....."
Roy summons his armor back around himself, leaving his weapon as he can have it out in less than a second anyways. Whatever is happening may not be friendly, but if it was, he didn't want to greet it sword in hand.
"Is that the door?" Rivet hurries back to the corner to take a look.
the door is still open, but something is rattling outside- it sounds somewhat like loose chainmail.
"Maybe we should lead with out Diplomat, Luca. We'll be with you, but we should try to avoid a fight if possible."
Roy seems wary, but knows only intelligent things usually wore armor.
Lwazi follows close behind, nodding slightly at Roy's suggestion. He stays silent for now, not having more to add.
The imp turns invisible
"Mm-hmm. Leave it to me." The tengu shuffles to the front of the group to better show himself. The upsides to claws are many. Built-in tools for leisure, and concealed weapons for combat.
"Hello? We're here with the White Butterfly company. I don't suppose you have time to answer a few questions for us?" Luca tries to locate the source of the rattling.
a towering man in full plate mail with a chain overcoat stands outside- nearly ten feet tall, he looks down at luca, and crouched a bit, offering an outstretched hand.
"Does this belong to you?" He asks, a white glowing orb in his hand.
Bareth's invisible voice pipes out "Well, we're exploring the region, and intending to claim what isn't already claimed, so by default yes. But that does look specifically familiar, was it a dwarf?"
Roy came out of the building right behind Luca, blinking up at the giant. He wasn't used to not being the biggest one around... Not recently, at least.
The lean tengu looks up at the giant. He was happy with at least being the third tallest guy in a group, but fourth? Come on now.
"I... yes, I suppose in a technical sense, we should procure that orb if you don't mind. Would you be able to tell us about the architecture in this hill? Who built it perhaps?"