Plays a little ditty on her lyre and sings. Round and round they go, where they stop nobody knows. Gates and bars, doors and floors, danger's face is a tomb's corridors.
T'wich clicks his heels as the ditty plays. "time t'git back to work.' He then scans the room. "I'll look left Omar, you go right." Intent to meet half way through.
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"Deadeye, you see anything?" The rogue asks the ranger.
T'wich's eyes scan and gingerly examines a few curious features along the way.
The pair discover a secret door to the east of the room, over which they find a cunningly hidden phrase: First East, then West.
Opening the secret door after determining that there are no traps reveals a ten foot by ten foot chamber beyond whose walls are covered in strange sigils and symbols. A huge mud sorcerer symbol is painted in the eastern wall.
The secret door automatically closes after an individual has gone through into the chamber, though it can be opened again easily enough. It's natural state, however, is to be closed.
"Do you think that phrase is telling us which direction to go in, or is that a key that should be repeated while in a specific area?"
"Do you think that phrase is telling us which direction to go in, or is that a key that should be repeated while in a specific area?"
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"Sounds like it t'me."
T'wich uses his senses to figure out east and west.
Let's not start second-guessing ourselves, we just keep clearing rooms until there's nowhere left to hide
The dwarf spits a glob of goo on the floor, [b]"Well let's keep clearin' rooms."[/] With that he continues to search.
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Reyondelee adds all the latest tidbits to her map of the tomb. All of this is gold, m'boys. Pure gold. That is if we survive and I make it back to civilization to sell it. She says, smiling.
Everyone enters the small chamber and begins to scrutinize the sigils (and spit on the floor). It's tight quarters, but not unbearably so, and there are a few hushed excuse me's and oops, pardon me as people shuffle around so as to get a good sight of everything.
Omar and T'wich don't find any traps, unfortunately, nor do they find any secret doors.
Then something a little strange happens.
Despairing of finding anything of note, Omar takes one last glance around the room and realizes that there is a secret door on the east wall after all. But it assuredly had not been there before. He's certain of it. It somehow... just appeared over the last minute, perhaps?
The secret door to the west is also obviously still there.
Well that is curious, I was kind of hoping for an end of these tunnels and doors... We do have this clue of sorts "East then West". We are going to have to check every area eventually, may as well check it now
Okay, remember how I said I love secret doors? I don't think I like secret doors that are so secret that they are not there one minute and then appear the next. Certainly no good can come of this... Also, who touched my butt? I realize it's close quarters, but that was more than just an accidental brush. It felt like a full on grab and squeeze?
T'wich just stands ready to launch once Omar gets the door open.
The new secret door is most definitely trapped. By studying the lineaments of the doorway and speculating on how the hinges connect with hidden forces and magical resonances, Omar is able to construct an idea of what would happen should he open the door: the entire eastern wall would drop, allowing an animated blade barrier to sweep into the room, dicing and slicing everyone within to ribbons.
Confident however that he can disable this trap, Omar does so with aplomb, and opens the secret door to reveal a blank room beyond that after much intense studying reveals itself to be nothing more than the home of the now inert trap.
This dead end has, so it seems, finally proven to be a dead end in truth.
East then west indeed
Sargon says taking in the sights of the room paying particular attention to the hands
delicately clawed hands making strange signs
Much thanks Omar. I can't imagine how horribly disappointing it would have been for us all to have just become a pile of viscera, flesh, and bones sitting here as a warning for the next tomb raiders. Lead on my good chap, lead on!
Wide-eyed at the thought of the trap, mumbling out loud, "Blade barrier...dangerous...nasty bast'rds." He glances at Sargon accusingly. After gathering his wits assists Omar, he motions and points to a few suspicious areas.
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"Keep going safely and slowly. No reason to get in a hurry. That blade barrier could have been quite a problem for all of us."
"Blade barrier...dangerous...nasty bast'rds." He glances at Sargon accusingly
Don't look at me, I didn't set the thing Sargon says matter-of-factly
The room seems devoid of traps, the forest of cunningly crafted pillars creating a slightly disorienting effect but nothing magical or dangerous.
"Let's do a quick search...Omar."
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"Hate all these damn columns in this tome."
"Omar, you see anything fishy." He chuckles a bit with the reference to fish.
"Wellllllll?" The dwarf lets the word string out.
Well is a deep subject for such a shallow mind. Rey says with a wry smile, and a wink.
"I've a nice rug fer y'to touch." The dwarf quips back.
Rey laughs, a good hearty gut laugh, and claps her hands together, just once, in joy. Too true! Good retort. She says and smiles all the brighter at her trusted friend and ally.
Omar and T'wich wander forward through the forest of columns, cautious and curious, until they fetch up against the edge of the shallow pool. Careful about any swimming fishies, they're about to push on when suddenly the air behind them snarls into life, filling in a direct line with whirling, spinning blades.
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RD 1: T'wich
Being quick on his feet the dwarf jabs quickly,
Primary Hand:
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+1 att against monstrous humanoid or magical beasts after first hit and +2 damage on crit.
Off hand:
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Second Attack:
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+1 att against monstrous humanoid or magical beasts after first hit and +2 damage on crit.
"Omar, I'm step'n to the side fer yer flanking." T'wich takes a five foot step.
Rey casts dispel magic on the blade barrier, hoping that it is not a mechanical trap, but instead a conjured bit of magic, since she has seen such things before.
Sargon will activate his Symbol of Mirroring(Everyone has 1 image) . He will scan the room
You glance around the room, but are unable to make out any foes, invisible or otherwise!
Rey seeks to dispel the barrier of burnished, flickering blades, but her magic is unequal to the task.
T'which crouches low. "Hunter...me bones tells me bad things are 'bout to happen." He spits gob of phlegm on the ground. "Betcha dinner, it's comin' our way." He twirls his blades. "Got me some flour, in me handypack, ye might want to get it out." Speaking to Omar.
Sargon keeps his eyes on Twich and Omar and reminds the group. Let's not forget to look around out here, this could be a distraction
Sargon looks behind the group making sure no-one is coming up from the rear.