You descend the stairs, eight in total, and immediately stop as the darkness brightens slightly, revealing an obvious sign of forced entry into the mini-fort. the door itself, composed of similar wood and design as the front door, hangs ajar, the area where a door handle would be located missing.
Not really liking working with his bow in these quarters, but not having anything else at hand, yet, Garl pulls the bow and nocks an arrow before following anyone through the door.
Ceirn pauses at the door to listen before pushing it slightly to see what lies beyond.
Lazar looks to his companions and gestures with his head to move forward.
The man slips his quarterstaff close to his side and deftly reaches out to the door. He motions for the others to hop in and scout about after he opens the door and steps to the side.
You step inside, and immediately notice how quiet it is. sounds from the city are muffled to the point of nonexistence. Yet it is dark inside. You pause a moment to allow your eyes to adjust, and see that you stand in a narrow hallway. the hallway extends beyond you a short distance before it turns to the right. a slight yellow glow illuminates the wood floor and walls from down the hall.
Lazar rubs his nose sniffling and spitting for a moment before he stops and exhales. Quickly he points for the more armored and clearly skilled combats before him and poknts.
Ceirn nods and will move in that direction.
ceirn takes the few steps and peeks around the corner. before him, he looks at a narrow hall that runs the length of the house before it turns right again. half way down, a strange orb hangs from the wall, a dull yellow glow, similar to that of a single candle, radiates from the glassy surface.
Lazar urged Navarre to go forward and then would stop Garl. That's when he would step up and follow the borderlander with his staff in hand but other hand beginning to pull at the pommel of his Dagger that was in his sleeve ready to draw and fight in the narrow corridor.
Ceirn stalks down the hallways and again pauses before the turn to listen and then glances around the corner if he hears nothing.
Holding such an unwieldy weapon as his bow, Garl is happy to take rearguard as the team moves further into the building. He spends almost as much effort looking for something to pick up to use as a club as he does watching for any nasty surprises. No, the pottery won't let me strike twice. Bench is too big . . ..
as ceirn heads down the hall, when he gets to within an arms length of the glowing orb, it flares up a little brighter. the dim candlelight radiance is quickly grows in intensity to akin to a room full of candles.
"I believe it's a light" Lazar says with a faint smile as he looks at Garl and then talks.
"Check the rear!" The paranoid man was unsure where to try and focus the potential fight. Especially if they would have to fight his way out of this place. Though he could fight with daggers and knives, he would rather use his staff, he was better with the staff, but this confined space made his staff almost useless!!!
"Maybe an alarm...that would be noticeable." Ceirn says to those behind him and then continues forward.
"What do you think I'm doing, admiring your butt?" Garl's as on edge as anyone else, maybe moreso as he hasn't found a suitable club just yet, leaving him holding his bow, still.
"I mean if I were in your position and it was my backside...." He let it hang there as he flourished a bit with his dagger as he began to test the air again.
Ceirn,as you pass the glowing object,you view its finely wrought features. Blue steel,twisted, wrap around the bulb, binding the glass orb within its containment. The iron twists around itself then twists around each other for several inches below the orb. The entire object is hung from an iron bracket.
You get to the end of the hall, and take a quick peak down it. Its a plain, narrow hall, a single window halfway down on the left extertior wall, and a full length mirror tilted up
Ceirn,as you pass the glowing object,you view its finely wrought features. Blue steel,twisted, wrap around the bulb, binding the glass orb within its containment. The iron twists around itself then twists around each other for several inches below the orb. The entire object is hung from an iron bracket.
You get to the end of the hall, and take a quick peak down it. Its a plain, narrow hall, a single window halfway down on the left extertior wall, and a full length mirror tilted up
Ceirn shakes his head, "I have not. There is a window. It might have a fire escape or some way to get up and down." Ceirn will then move up to the window and glance out to see if there is a way up and down.
"I would err on the side of Caution. Let's see if something can enter the room first" Lazar says as he flips his dagger with nervous energy.
Looking out the window, you easily spot your Jak and Talia across the street from you. You look at the window, and it does lift up and lower. But there is a small bar set atop the lower frame of the window to prevent someone from opening it.
Beyond the window, the narrow hall runs another 10 feet and then turns right again, out of sight into the darkness. A narrow yet tall mirror rests within a thin frame, its mirrored surface angled towards the ceiling.
Talia continued to hang out with Jak and hope the others were to doing okay. She still wonder what the local residents might have noticed as that might help them understand the current situation.
Still in the back of the group, standing in a small hallway, Garl really doesn't have much of an idea what the rest are looking at, or why they've stopped. "What do you mean no doors? There's got to be a door. A mirror to go with the light? Try reflecting the light around, maybe?"
Lazar sighs and slips forward past Navarre and then Ceirn. He moves his Staff up and begins to poke and prod a bit looking about for any signs of things.
"I'll poke around a bit and see what I can find"He says trying to focus on the task at hand.
Ceirn will move along the hall looking for any secret doors with Lazar.
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"I'm not sure what is taking them so long." Jak muttered. "Would have thought they'd find the stairs down by now."
"We cannot know what we cannot sense for ourselves, but we can trust those that we know to do what they can. While all we can do is do what we can to make the situation the best."
Lazar pokes the mirror as he looks at Ceirn and points at it like some strange thing might happen
Ceirn will approach the mirror and reach out to touch it.
lazar pokes the mirror causing it to pivot from it's facing towards the ceiling, and lower towards the hallway.
the faint images of Lazar and ceirn fill the polished silver surface of the mirror. As mirrors do, the images mimic what lazar's and ceirn's movements.
when ceirn touches the mirrors polished metal surface, it ripples out from the touch point, similar to a rock thrown into a pond. the ripples distort the refection of ceirn (and the sliver of lazar shown), flowing around upon the surface.
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