Lord McGibel flies along, as he too casts dancing lights, on Wilfgar. They spin around his head as he walks in.
He himself flies down the shoot to see whats there, Not touching anything.
Once he knows its safe, and from down the hole the others can here this song being sung.
Lord P is able to discover that the chute opens twenty feet above the floor of a diamond-shaped chamber some forty feet across, with dark archways indicating corridors to the north, east, and west...
The floor of this chamber is covered by a mound of sand at the south end, where the chute has deposited it over the ages...
The walls of the chamber are inscribed with faded heiroglyphs...
Flies into each room and has a look see.
Flies into each room and has a look see.
He moves to the Left room, then Middle then right.
In the left chamber, fifty-feet north-to-south, thirty-feet-wide, a pair of stout limestone columns supports the twenty-foot-high ceiling at north and south, and against the west wall rests an elaborately-painted stone sarcophagus, with manticores and griffons graven in the sides, and a relief image of a warrior king engraved and painted on the lid.
In the middle chamber, he finds an identical pair of columns and sarcophagus.
In the right chamber, the same again...
Altin taps his foot impatiently as the party waits for Lord Perpireen to return. "The little lord kind of takes the fun out of this grave-robbing caper, doesn't he? I remember back in the day, you'd need to actually walk on the floor, and there'd be traps, and we'd actually use the rope... It was exciting, you know? This just seems a bit easy," he sighs to Wulfgar.
Volreg waits fairly patiently for the tiny Lord to come back. "I've never seen a tomb this big! Then again, I'm used to just digging a hole in the ground and burying the body. Maybe there'll be treasure that'll be found!" Looking at Altain's fidgeting, the farmer puts a hand on his shoulder. "Nervous energy isn't good when standing still. Maybe we should go follow the little one in?"
Altin responds to Volreg as he hands his rope over to Wulfgar. "No, no... This is a good plan. I just hope something doesn't splatter him in there. I know he's fast, but one lucky hit on him, and he could be done for."
The adventurers tie one end of Altin's rope to the free end of Wulfgar's rope, and one end of Volreg's rope to the other end of Altin's, giving enough rope to descend the chute to the chamber floor some hundred-and-twenty feet below...
Altin looks down the chute. "Okay, let's do this!" he says in a rush, and begins stowing his weapons and equipment for optimal climbing.
Chuckling at the enthusiasm of the archaeologist, Volreg waits for Wulfgar to follow Altin before making his way down after the two.
As the adventurers repel down the rope to about sixty feet down the sloping chute, Altin’s feet depress a hidden pressure plate in the tunnel wall, causing a razor-sharp scythe blade to whisk out of a concealed housing in the wall of the chute near the entrance and sever the rope, dropping all six adventurers down the chute, to land heavily in the mound of sand in the crypt below!
What was that? Grave robbers falling into my trap? Who dares to disturb the sleep of King Bogud!?
The Tomb of King Bogud of Mauretania
The adventurers find themselves in the central, diamond-shaped chamber at the end of the hundred-foot chute, the six human-sized adventurers sprawled out prone on a mound of sand in which the ancient bones and skulls of humanoids and beasts are half buried, the sprite hovering in the dusty air above them...
The walls are painted with faded hieroglyphs...
Dark corridors open in the east, west, and north walls of this chamber...
Comes over to the 6 on the floor, and whispers
"I see you did not want to wait, well that's fine."
Then goes on to tell them what he had found in the three rooms.
Then he heads back up the hole to see if he can fix the rope,
Mwikali looks at the hieroglyphs and wonders what they are.
As she does she pulls out a torch and uses spark to set it alight.
"Interesting, Does anyone know what these could possibly be?" She says as she looks at the others.
Mwikali looks at the hieroglyphs and wonders what they are.
[dice=Know(Arcana)]1d20+8
As she does she pulls out a torch and uses spark to set it alight."Interesting, Does anyone know what these could possibly be?" She says as she looks at the others.
Mwikali recognizes these faded heirogylphs as being of a type used throughout North Africa in ancient days, such as those adorning the tombs of the pharaohs of Egypt... She cannot decipher them... They are the picture-script of long lost Mauretania...
Mwikali looks at the hieroglyphs and wonders what they are.
As she does she pulls out a torch and uses spark to set it alight."Interesting, Does anyone know what these could possibly be?" She says as she looks at the others.
I know what they are, thief! The word-pictures that tell the tale of my battles... Of my betrayal at the hands of my murderous brother, Bochuss... How I was deposed and murdered at the fateful siege! Liars and thieves! All men are liars and thieves!
Vanna looks around at the scenes on the wall. I cannot tell what they say...but i think they are called heiroglyphs. Ancient language...Very impressive....
They turned on me at Methone, like a pack of rabid jackals! My own big brother, Bocchus, the Traitor, deposed me, stole my crown... Agrippa closed in for the kill, like a ravenous Wolf or Hawk... How I loathe the living! Curse them! Curse all of scheming mankind!
He just gets a 10' feet and the rope slips out his hands,
"Rats dens, try again
For the next min he is working up the pipe
Two minutes later, the determined Lord Perpireen has dragged the hundred-foot length of rope up to where it was severed, and carefully begins to tie the two ends together...
The immediate problem of escaping the tomb solved, the adventurers can turn their attention to exploring the three wings of the tomb...
As Lord Perpireen describes it, each wing is an identical crypt supported by a pair of stout, hieroglyph-covered columns, with an ornate stone sarcophagus against the back wall...
Altin stretches as Wulfgar's healing light washes over him. "Now that is an excellent trick," he exclaims. Then he begins peering at the heiroglyphics on the walls to see if he can decipher any of them; he's seen similar things before.
Altin stretches as Wulfgar's healing light washes over him. "Now that is an excellent trick," he exclaims. Then he begins peering at the heiroglyphics on the walls to see if he can decipher any of them; he's seen similar things before.
[dice=Linguistics]1d20+4
The bones and skulls half buried in the mound of sand indicate that either human and animal sacrifices were buried here, or grave robbers and random beasts met their fate here, trapped by the chute...
Altin nods and follows Wulfgar, bow drawn, also keeping a keen eye out for danger.
Looking at the hieroglyphs with Altin, Wulfgar stumbles over a bone in the sand, "Huh, that looks like a thigh bone. Do you figure they were slaves buried or grave-robbers trapped?"
Nodding toward the crypt he asks, "Shall we go on?" He then heads to the doorway on the right and peers in, reigniting his halo to improve the lighting as he looks in the room. Standing there, he looks carefully to see if there are any traps.
Altin nods and follows Wulfgar, bow drawn, also keeping a keen eye out for danger.
[dice=Perception]1d20+3
Altin cracks his knuckles again and pulls out his tools. "Staying back is a good idea. Wish me luck!"
Creeping forward carefully, Altin reaches the sarcophagus. Examining the holes, he starts to go to work, his face a study in concentration.
Altin cracks his knuckles again and pulls out his tools. "Staying back is a good idea. Wish me luck!"
Creeping forward carefully, Altin reaches the sarcophagus. Examining the holes, he starts to go to work, his face a study in concentration.
[dice=Disable Device]1d20+12
Carefully, the young archaeologist plugs up each of the presumed projectile holes with nails and wedges. He believes he has secured all of them...