Akulayok steps aside and lets Daeron do his elf magic.
Frowning irritably towards the door, Daeron shakes his head and recalls the servant. "Unfortunately that didn't work as I hoped it would. I could inspect the trap myself having given myself the ability to fly and thus prevent any damage if I fall into the pit. Otherwise I'll need to take some time to think through what magic I have handily available. Any other suggestions while I consider my options?"
"I will climb along mountainside to door."
Akulayok goes to an area of the cliff outside the area of the pit. He will look for handholds and climb sideways to the door. If that does not work, he will look for something to tie a rope to above the door and use a rope to climb sideways and hang in front of the door to open it.
Akulayok says, "There is tunnel. Maybe you jump across?" He moves away from the door holding it open so anyone that can jump across has room.
Pavel shimmies along the ledge Akulayok tested first, trailing a rope for Theoden and Garand.
Climb:
Watching as first Akulayok and then Pavel climb across the narrow ledge, Daeron shrugs and takes a moment to chant in draconic. A sudden weave of ethereal chain links settles on his form as he finishes his invocation. "Servant, follow along this climb if you are able." Nodding in satisfaction, he follows the others, carefully picking his way along the path that Pavel had laid out.
As Pavel and Daeron make their way up the rope, Theoden looks up at the climb. "Oh dear, this could prove challenging. But who says I don't love a challenge! Not I!" Theoden exclaims excitedly as he grabs the rope and attempts to climb it.
Akulayok searches as he moves quietly down the hallway.
"Daeron, maybe you look for hidden things. I no like the look of this place."
Eyes still glowing with a silvery light, Daeron studies the ceiling for a moment, hoping to gather some insight into the unusual holes dotting the surface. Study done, Daeron recovers the Claws of the Ice bear from his pack, fitting them on to assist in holding on to the wall as he makes his way across the ice.
His survey complete, Daeron shakes his head and replies to the hunter in a whisper, "I don't much care for it either, Akulayok. The holes seem to be mere structural weakness in the rock and ice above us. Nothing sinister about them either. I've an idea, give me a moment. I might be able to draw out an ambusher, but I'm unsure it would be effective against intelligent foes. Should I continue?"
Chanting evenly and clearly, Daeron first summons a vaguely humanoid shape, glowing faintly in the darkness. As it begins to walk along the ledge, Daeron also generates the illusionary sounds of footsteps, pacing the glowing humanoid form. [i]Perhaps that will confuse an ambusher into concluding
Frowning in vexation, Daeron shrugs and turns to his companions, "That was all I have for the moment. I suppose we'll just have to proceed carefully across. Would someone else care to take the lead? Unless anyone else has an idea?"
Pavel unsheathes his weapons and walks carefully up the ledge.
Theoden will place the claws upon his own hands and follow Pavel along the ledge.
As he finds this slow walk tedious and boring, coupled with the fact he finds himself completely confident in his ability to cross such a ledge, Theoden starts to daydream about fantastic battles on the grandest of scales before noticing Pavel getting smaller and smaller extremely quickly.
"S$&!!", Pavel curses as quietly as he can manage before grasping at the falling cavalier.
Akulayok rushes to Théoden and grabs the sliding knight.
Acrobatics:
Pavel carefully works his way back on the ledge, assisting Akulayok in pulling Theoden back up.
Akulayok calls outs through a grit-tooth grimace, "I have him...I can't hold him long. Grab on shiny man, so I can use both hands."
Akulayok will wait for Théoden to grab onto him, he will take Pavel's hands using his legs and hands to pull Théoden up.
Feeling the whole clumsy group slipping, Pavel pulls back harder.
Strength:
Jaw dropping open as he sees Theoden's footing slip, Daeron drops his claws to the ground hurriedly to free his hands for casting. Gesturing as he does so, he calls to Manulani urgently, "Help stabilize them, quickly!" Readying himself in case they fall, Daeron prepares to intervene with a spell. Running over his options mentally in an instant, Daeron curses quietly under his breath in Elven. Retrieving a hawk's wing feather from his component pouch, he chants quietly while weaving a complex pattern with the feather. His hands now glowing white, he waits for a moment for Manulani to get into position.
Striking a faux-heroic pose, the impish elemental puffs out his chest and says, "No problem boss! Manu the Mighty to the rescue!" With a burst of speed, he flies down and assists Akulayok by tugging on Theoden's arms. As he touches Theoden, Daeron barks the invoking work and the glow on his hands winks out. Ephemeral wings flap for a moment on Theoden's back before fading from view. "Theoden! You can fly, keep a tight hold on Akulayok!"
"We can slay a druh'dragon, but an icy ledge will nearly kuh'kill us all!", the ranger curses.
"It appears...," Theoden looks down to see where his destination of impending death awaits him, "that I have gotten myself into a bit of a pickle, wouldn't you say?" Complying with the Erutaki warrior's direction, Theoden attempts to grab onto him.
As he's unable to get a true grip and make his way up, Theoden feels the Erutaki's grip slipping. "Uh-oh." Then noticing Manu fly next to him and give him a tap on the shoulder, Theoden grins as Daeron informs him he's now able to fly. "Fantastic! I love this part." He immediately takes flight, rising back to safety. "Alright, folks! Anything I can do to help speed this process along? No sense in you all slipping and falling as well, you know."
Akulayok rolls his shoulder. He grunts at Théoden, "You heavy." He moves to the stone door and studies it.
Guffawing quietly at Theoden's pageantry, Daeron retrieves his Claws and makes his way to the door. Manulani preens and makes a show of 'strutting' in air as he returns to his wizard's side. "I don't know what you lot would do without me! Manu the Magnificent saves the day yet again..." He continues in this manner for a time before growing bored with it and subsiding into silence.
Rolling his eyes, Daeron ignores his companion and studies the door, "Is it stuck? Also, Theoden, I do believe Akulayok just called you fat." Grinning mischieviously, Daeron notes Akulayok's caution and focuses for a moment before chanting in draconic. A soft glow envelops his eyes as he studies the door.
Théoden looks perplexed at the Erutaki's words. "Heavy? Me?" Théoden places his hands upon his stomach, testing out said theory. After a moment or two, "Hm. By jove I believe that perhaps you may be right, my life saving ally - Thank you for that, by the way. You know, as a matter of fact," he turns to the others, "thank you ALL for saving me from certain death," he says as he bows in appreciation. Then turning back to Akulayok, "Anyway, I daresay I think I could stand to lose a pound or two. You know, I fault those months of sitting around in camp doing nothing; that truly does not bode well for one's physique," he states as a matter of fact.
Pavel snorts, jerking a thumb between the two elven blooded men.
"Anybody's heavy compared to these two. Now- we buh'bustin' this thing down?", Pavel says, gesturing to the stone door, flexing his shoulders in preparation for some more destruction of property.
"Door not open. Daeron, you have elf magic to open?" Or maybe Angry Face smash door."