"This palce is a tomb, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say a burial vault. Full of traps, and puzzles, and an assortment of undead creatures. It once belonged to a famous lich called Acererak. And yes, we're aware of the problems with energy being transferred from the feywild to here, and then on to... somewhere else. Where is hard to say, and the lich was supposedly destroyed some years ago, so who is also a problem."
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Lynore creeps forward weerily looking for traps.
Lynore discovers no traps on her way to the door. The door itself however is a portal, enchanted to give the appearance of wood. Through it, the assassin can see the group's starting place.
Lynore boldly steps through the portal.
... and is right back where she started, confronting three portals.
The rest of the group see her vanish.
Barel walks forward and looks through the portal. Does he see Lynore, or just the starting room? If he sees her, he will follow her through the portal. If not, he will wait for Thom to act.
"Never have trusted portals. Doesn't feel right, being beamed around the planes like a damned...I don't know what, but it isn't right!"
Thom moves up behind Barel, and laughs, "Heh, leave this to the professionals, Barel."
"I'm going through." Arishat shrugs, and moves past Barel and Thom. "If everything is all right, it's all right, and if it's not Lynore might need help." She steps through the portal.
Beyond the already strong sense of arcane power, Thom learns nothing new. Through the portal, Barel can see the unharmed assassin.
Arishat simply follows Lynore, vanishing from the sight of her friends, but returning to her strarting point.
Tavar's Cat Tabi boots prevent any damage for the fall and also because of the boots he allways lands on his feet.
Athletics =
Tavar jumps up grabs the ledge and scampers up dusts off his robes and acts like everything was part of his plan all along.
"What's everyone waiting for?"
Tavar will then follow Arishat through the portal.
PS Tavar will also spend a 2HS.
Barel does hurry through the portal as he sees Lynore...slightly ashamed as he hears Arishat's comment. He had not thought of Lynore in trouble on the other side.
Lanthair shrugs his shoulders and follows the others.
The group reassemble in front of the three portals. The souternmost is thoroughly explored, leaving only the middle one with its odd emanation of feywild power and the top one radiating a sense of the mortal world. It seems as if all three portals are linked to this single exit.
The lab could be interesting but the other portal has fairies.
The lab could be interesting but the other portal has fairies.
"Definitely a reason why the lab is preferable."
"There is a reason why I became a wizard, fairies scare me too much, he he."
Lanthair stands aside impassively.
"Barel and Lynore, I think, in the front. Thom and me behind, Tavar and Lanthair last. Don't move too far into the room, let's check it out first, but don't get stay too close together. If there are enemies, let's try and take them down fast and hard."
"Agreed, but if we have 10 minutes I can recast Deathly Shroud, it might prove helpful if we encounter further traps like the bridge and vats."
Cunningly disguised as undead, the group form up and enter the next portal.
The shattered remains of three stone vats spread across the floor, joining a mass of glass shards, broken crockery, destroyed equipment and rotted wood that litters the whole area.
Lanthair notices nothing, but Lynore is fairly sure she senses no traps. The atmosphere in this chamber is bleak in the extreme, void of life, void of sound, void of anything that looks as if it has been used for centuries. Your protective covering from Tavar does seem to reduce the chill and sense of dread, however.
Thom will assist with the ritual, and then he will scan the area for magical auras.
Thom is sure the place has been deserted for centuries. Possibly the faintest hint of a malicious laugh lingers in his ears . . .
Thom shudders, "Hmmm, I don't like this at all. I say we just get out of here and move on to the next portal."
"Fair enough," and Barel heads towards the exit while walking next to the wall.
Keeping his back to the wall, Barel eases his way past the broken remains of the lab, feet crunching as he crushes fragments of glass, stone, bone and wood underfoot. As he moves, it seems as if faint, ancient shades tug at him.
The way out is barred by a 10 foot pit filled with rusted spikes.
"I thought we were looking for something in this place. Perhaps we ought to search."
"I suppose so. I suggest Barel and I get a rope across the pit so we can get out, you adn Lynore search, and Thom and Tavar can add their expertise in arcane and religious matters. From near the exit, if they want." She smirks slightly at Thom, before moving over to the pit.
The pit looks simple enough to negotiate. Once down - and with a rope that would be easy - crossing the spikes presents no difficulty that Arishat can see. Falling on them would still prove to be an error, however.
Lanthair cautiously searches the junk for keys or other useful bits.
Perception
Thom nods at Arishat, "Yes, I like that idea." When he notices the smirk, he glances guiltily at Tavar, and says quietly to him, "Do you think she is on to us?"
Lanthair finds the scrapings of enough ancient experimentation to be useful in the present time and place. With each movement, more of the residuum disperses, but he can gather enough to be of service if he chooses. He also spots a few fragments of mithril.
A faint movement of the air makes the hairs on the back of the halfling's neck rise.
"In the last chamber, we got the key off a creature. If there aren't any here, let's just collect anything that seems valuable and leave."