Concentrating on the dangers behind, Healaugh takes little notice of anything in his immediate vicinity.
Healaugh yanks aside the tapestry; as he does so, something goes *crack* and the hallway's supports give way!
Falling timbers and bricks graze the plucky halfling but he isn't seriously hurt.
"Eee. Shoddy workmanship." Healaugh rubs his back and hopes that Brand has the sense to stay out of the way of the crumbling masonry.
Brand moves along the crumbling corridor
"MMnnmmm, shaky. Hey everyone BE careful!" Brand hisses, once again a furrow cutting deeper into his brow.
Brand sees a wire extending from the tapestry all too late, as he dodges the rubble that comes down. Another trap.
The corridor is a dusty pile of rubble but it can be climbed over by the others.
Rubbing his back and taking a bit more care this time, Healaugh proceeds down the next bit of corridor.
The group proceed over the rubble, and find themselves in a chamber much like they one they have just left, with storage areas to their right.
"Reet. Anyone see wires anywhere?" Healaugh glowers at the unresponsive walls, floor and ceiling.
Brand is also very cautious of any more hazards looking around carefully
spot?(1st roll) or search (2nd roll) (1d20+3=23, 1d20=10)
Brand spots in the first alcove of the new room (piled haphazardly with crates) that the crates are full of earth, rock and planks of wood. It all seems like useless junk.
"Not got time for this. Best be moving along. Cautious-like. Don't reckon our Brigid-lass means us to die down here, but won't be her fault ifn' we're daft enough to get squashed. Likely next bit o'corridor's trapped. "Go Slow". "
Healaugh's faith in Brigid is unquenchable.
Healaugh walks past the storage areas and comes to another corridor. This one looks like the stonework is sagging somewhat.
Healaugh eyes the corridor dubiously. "Can't be doing with any more rocks falling on us."
EDIT
Healaugh chucks some small rocks at the corridor - nothing seems to happen.
Healaugh notes that the floor is very unstable looking, and keeping one's weight in any one place for too long could be dangerous.
"Reet. M'running across. Doubt my weight will make much odds, and can check for danger."
Before anyone can stop him, Healaugh grits his teeth and throws himself down the corridor.
The brave (foolish?) fisherman runs down the corridor, and makes it safely to the other end. The room he finds himself in bears no relation to Coinneach's map...
"Happen our Coinneach got a few things wrong" he hisses at the others.
Healaugh finds himself in a large open area in which brick walls have been erected, separating the area into smaller chambers with doors leading to them.
"Reckon I've found burial chambers..."
Healaugh looks back down "go slow" corridor in some consternation. "Looks nowt like Coinneach's map."
He pauses as a nasty thought crosses his mind. "Old fool said he used wish ring to keep Sea King fresh dint he? M'not sure I'm liking sound of that any too much."
"Reckon I've found burial chambers..."
Healaugh looks back down "go slow" corridor in some consternation. "Looks nowt like Coinneach's map."
He pauses as a nasty thought crosses his mind. "Old fool said he used wish ring to keep Sea King fresh dint he? M'not sure I'm liking sound of that any too much."
"Let's hope there IS an actual boat down here somewheres" Says Brand with an audible groan.
Then he calls out "Is it safe to proceed?"
Melisana calls out in a worried manner, "Oh, Healaugh! Hadn't you better come back? Can you see a boat at all in there?"
Conall grunts, "Old fool's gone a bit limp..." and then rolls the old man off his should onto the ground. "Damn. His heart must have given out. He's joined his master in the afterlife."
Anger wells within Brand at the sight of the old man....
How could he betray good people? He was in the care of Brigid, no? Why? WHY?
Healaugh shakes his head at Melisana's words.
"Just taking a wee look for boat." he calls quietly, surveying the room for anywhere that might concieveably hide such a large object. With a slightly unusual sense of self-presevation, he moves cautiously, only taking a few steps away from the entrance and alert for traps after his previous nasty experiences.
"Brigid-lass holds mah hand. Never fret Miss Melisana."
It becomes ridiculously obvious that there are no boats or boat-shaped objects in the large room, merely a series of doors.
Healaugh sighs and shakes his head before heading speedily down the corridor again.
"Best wake him up and see if he's got more useful ..." he trails off as the expressions of the others tell him that Coinneach will say nothing more, useful or otherwise.
"Been too many deaths for my liking." he says quietly. "Can't be doing with any more. Reckon he'll be wanting to lie with his old gaffer. Can we get him there dos'tha think?"
"I'm for that, who knows maybe ther'll be something useful in there, and I'll guess we'll see the depths to which the mad bugger had been driven" says Brand in an attempt at being stoic, faced with the reality that there indeed may be no boat, and now they're cornered like rats in a trap.
Melisana gnaws her lip, "Healaugh..." she starts, "It seems as if Coinneach mislead us with many particulars of the map. Perhaps there are secret passages that he hasn't marked on there. We haven't looked very extensively anywhere yet."
Siobhán remains quiet, seemingly traumatised over the passing of the old man but not wanting to drag the mood down by commenting. Her body quaking a little she gives a nod at Melisana's suggestion. "Perhaps we should spread out and explore in depth" She offers quietly "Normally I'd want us to stick together but we don't have much time"
"M'starting to think those boxes are there for a reason." agrees Healaugh. "Lay old un down respectful-like and let's be looking."
He heads back into the first alcove and hunts more thoroughly for anything that might be a secret door.
Spotting for secret doors in alcove 1 (where the trip wire was): (1d20 5=21)
Healaugh cannot shift any of the boxes to find anything. The are stacked floor to ceiling; there is no way to search the alcove past the crates/ he finds nothing.
"Pointless." he mutters, moving to the top end of the corridor where Coinneach pulled the lever and trying again.
The grumbling fisherman finds nothing of interest next to the level. He does hear the sound of digging and rubble clearing from the shaft. Sounds like the fhoi myore have decided to co-operate in clearing out the stones. They may have a way to go yet.
"Come on, give us hand here. Spread out and search. Miss Melisana, if'n tha canst keep crossbow aimed at rubble, tha canst shoot fhoi myore that breaks through. Rest of us needs to be looking for doors."
Healaugh starts methodically working his way down the right hand wall.
Healaugh starts methodically working his way down the right hand wall.
Siobbhán follows suit, working her way slowly and patiently down the left hand wall, trailing her fingertips over it's surface as she prays to the powers that be to help them find a way away from the cursed island.
Brand move carefully over to where he can try to budge a crate out of the way and calls to Conall or Ynyr to give him a hand.
"Heyo! one of you want to 'elp 'ere? Maybe we can find out what's behind-maybe a way out No?" calls Brand with his customary lack of social grace.
Conall shakes his head at the difficulty of moving the crates in the first alcove, "Bit of a daft way to conceal a secret door or summat." he mutters, "You'd want a way to get to it a bit more easily than this."
"What about the other one?" he asks, indicating with his thumb.
Conall shakes his head at the difficulty of moving the crates in the first alcove, "Bit of a daft way to conceal a secret door or summat." he mutters, "You'd want a way to get to it a bit more easily than this."
"What about the other one?" he asks, indicating with his thumb.
Brand also strains to move the earth filled containers. "Let's!" he says shortly, mopping his perpetually furrowed brow.
The men head over to the alcove containing crates seemingly filled with earth and rubbish.
"So, fancy having a hunt around, then?" Conall asks.
"The way I see it" says Brand darkly "we have no other choice"
and begins to move crates and if possible, quickly sift thru for anything they may have overlooked
The two men hunt around, moving the boxes, and find...
The two men hunt around, moving the boxes, and find...
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A mis-coloured stone, sticking out of the back wall of the alcove.
"Well now," says Conall, "Would you look at that... seems a wee bit out of place to me."
A mis-coloured stone, sticking out of the back wall of the alcove.
"Well now," says Conall, "Would you look at that... seems a wee bit out of place to me."
Brand softly calls the others over "Oi! I think we found something" and moves up to examine it further.