Ayla checks the doors listening in
Ayla hear something, like loud snoring.
From rest to final rest... So be it. Orne is resigned.
As her blacksmith friend catches her hand before she can throw the door open, Ruisxys furrows her brow at Ayla’s report. It’s a complication she could do without, but she’ll have to make the best of it.
“Right. Softly, softly, then?” she says, pitching her voice to match. “If it’s more brigands, do you think they’ll surrender if we catch them sleeping, or is it a case of a kick in a head and a sword in the gullet?”
She’s obviously profoundly unhappy with the idea, her hand curling thoughtfully beside her as she toys with a possible alternative, as if testing her move. If they are sleeping monsters, grab them by the collar, and knock their heads on the flagstones to keep them asleep? They’ll wake the sorrier for it, but they will wake that way, at least. Or quickly bind their wrists, and let them yowl?
That sounds better.
“I'd really rather we not have to cut any throats,” she says, and with that, having been forewarned by Ayla’s keener ears, she tries to open the door as slowly and quietly as she can, trying to get a peek inside without disturbing any sleepers.
”We’re here for a job.” Ghur replied. ”Don’t freeze to death. Don’t get murdered by orcs. Get enough to pay for broken furniture. Get out.” Shrugging his massive shoulders he added ”No reason to fight any more than we have to, so we can survive this mess.”
Ayla quietly opens the door
Opening the door, you find one Orc a sleep in the chair, snoring loudly.
The room has a furnace making the room nice and warm, the talk looks loaded with stuff, and there is another door in the room.
There is even a barrel with a spout in the room.
Ghur moved to perform a coup de grace on the sleeping orc. Should nobody move to stop him, he was ready to cut it down without remorse. It was, after all, an orc, and he was certain that if the table was turned it would do the same.
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Seeing only the one orc as the door opens, Ruisxys moves to get a length of rope ready to try to lasso the creature, but long before she's ready to take action, Ghur is striding across the room and burying his axe in the unsuspecting thing.
The paladin winces, and her mouth briefly opens, before closing again as she sets her thoughts aside for the moment for further processing.
Tight-lipped, she adjusts her trajectory to check the next door for signs of movement beyond, before doubling back to check the mess on the table, before her cynical companions overturn it or set it on fire, silencing any clues as to what's going on here as well as any blade.
Checking the table, you find 6 potions of Cure Light wounds,
Some old books, written in a forgotten tongue
Now is that Door in Room D, or the double doors in Hall C, and how do you check the door?
Keeping one eye on the other door into the room , Ruisxys is intrigued and pleased by what she finds on the table.
“Oh, excellent! I think? I think these are healing potions,” she announces, her eyes not lingering on anything spilled out on the floor. Try not to worry about the dead orc. For now. “One of these should do wonders for you, Ghur – or at least take the edge off. Maybe two? I'm no mage, sadly, but I gather magic doesn't always bottle well.”
Her attention is drawn, inevitably, to the old books. She riffles quickly through the pages, looking for any clue as to their subject matter.
Ghur nodded. He chugged down one potion and then the next, savoring how expensive they tasted.
”Thank you.” He said with feeling, knowing what the potions could have sold for. ”Can you read that?” He asked, hoping for clues as towards attaining their goal.
The books are very hard to read and seem more like old logs.
“It doesn’t look like Taldane, or any language I can read,” Ruisxys concludes, after a bit of flipping back and forth. “We didn’t have many books coming up our stream, my mother and I, more’s the pity-”
She interrupts her own rambling before it can get too far away from her with a shrug, as she puts one of the logs down, her finger sweeping down a line of repeated notations. “It looks like some sort of register, though. See how regular it is, as if someone’s following due form, even if there’s not much to report? Keeping track of their watches, perhaps. Necessary work, though tedious.”
Speaking of duty calling, she moves back to the door which she surmises must lead to another room beside the entrance hall, and gives it another once over before opening it.
Any indication of... payment?
Orne scrutinizes the same door.
Orne sees not issues with the door as Ruisxys gives it a once over.
So Ruisxys tries to open the door by pulling the door handle on the door which is stubborn to open,
but after a good pull it pops out, and a thread is attached to it triggering the other door to close suddenly and you seeing and hearing gas coming out from the opening left by the door handle
Fort Save, everyone DC:10
Now to think of solutions to the trap room.
Also some simple solutions may effect things.
Ayla rushes to the door the group entered from to pull it open
<“Oh, for Elysium’s sake,”> Ruisxys snaps, in Elven, as she falls prey to the trap. She spares the handle she’s holding a glance of confoundment as her mind races. Can she fit it back into place quickly enough? Or find something else to stop the flow of gas?
“Does anyone have a rag?” she asks, before she thinks of, “That orc’s shirt!”
Not least for being soaked in blood, maybe that could be jammed in tight enough against the pressure of whatever poisonous breeze is blowing?
Coughing, Ghur looked to the door and wondered what could be done. Seeing Ayla jump into action, he decided that the best option he had was to play to his strengths. That is, his strength. Grunting, he gave the door a solid kick.
Ruisxys rips the orc's shirt and quickly tries to stuff it in.
Ruisxys, Dex Check please to in trying to stuff the handle.
Ayla has no luck pulling the door open, and Ghur tries kicking it through it's strong door frame.
Orne is starting to feel drowsy, -1 on all rolls.
another round of Fort saves DC 11
Ayla tries to pull the door open, since the door swings into the room.
The scales of her armour tinkling as she scampers across the room, skidding to a stop to tear a bit of cloth from the unlucky orc, Ruisxys hurries back and tries her idea between the others' attempts to force the door.
Unfortunately, she rushes it a bit and has to pull back quickly to avoid getting in the way. She takes a moment to ground herself before getting ready to try again, hoping that she can resist whatever's slowly being pumped into the room in the meantime.
Snorting, Ghur saw Ayla pulled and pushed his way over to get a grasp of the door handle. Straining, he pulled as hard as he could, the veins on his neck and head bulging at the effort. If this didn’t work, he was ready to start hacking away at the door with his axe…
Orne stands there unable to think of what to do.
Ghur starts to crack the door open and one can start to feel some air now moving to and out the door.
Ruisxys fumbles in trying to get the handle stuffed.
another round of Fort saves DC 11,
since the door is cracked open it didn't increase.
Ayla puts a foot to the wall and grabs the door as it it cracked open to pull it open more.
I can try... Let me see. He then takes a stance and tries to find purchase with his fingers, to pull the door open.
Ruisxys steps back to let the others have a go at bashing their way in, a quizzical elven brow arching - well, archly, but all she says is, "If I could have a moment, please, before we put shoulders to it, again..."
She tries to keep calm while she waits her turn to try stuffing the inflow closed a second time: possibly too calm, as whatever is curling from where the door-handle attached starts to settle in her lungs.
"My thanks," she says when she gets her chance, languidly, but somehow her languor steadies her hand and eye even as it slows them, and she reaches out with smooth confidence.
Ghur keeps pulling the door.
As Orne tries to find a way to open the door Ruisxys is working on, without it's handle. He finds out that door is a FAKE door, a pure trick and trap.
Ayla and Ghur manage to force the door open everyone used to enter the room, and are currently holding it open.
another round of Fort saves DC 11,
since the door is open it didn't increase.
Ayla holds the door open then yells
"Best leave room"
Not going to leave the room, while the door to freedom is open?
Doing his best not to cough, Ghur left the room with all due haste. Only when outside of it did he turn and glare back at the way they came. [b]”Was that automatic, or did someone here make it go off?”[/ ] Of course he had no answer to the question. Rather he was just giving voice to his worry.
Not going to leave the room, while the door to freedom is open?
Feeling like an idiot as it becomes clear that the trapped door – however cunningly attached to the wall – doesn’t actually have a passage behind it, Ruisxys hurries after the others back to relative safety in the main entryway, narrowly avoiding a stumble with whatever the gas is taking the edge off senses.
Doing his best not to cough, Ghur left the room with all due haste. Only when outside of it did he turn and glare back at the way they came. ”Was that automatic, or did someone here make it go off?” Of course he had no answer to the question. Rather he was just giving voice to his worry.
Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it, Ruisxys replies just a bit fuzzily, thinking back to the sequence of the last few moments.
“I don’t think we’re being watched,” she says carefully, remembering how the doorknob came off in her hand. “With things coming apart to set the trap in motion, I think it’s the sort of thing that would need to be checked every now and then, and rebuilt if, ah, someone sets it off.”
“I’m sorry, I should have noticed something was off,” she adds softly, her gaze downcast.
Hmm...
Blame leads to self doubt. This is but a mere instance in time or another viewpoint or perspective on the One Now, some would posit.
We move together. There is no place for blame.
After everyone is out, Ayla asks while still holding the door.
"Could use hand, so Ayla can get out, This door is strong.
Ayla can't move safe while holding door."
Certainly... Orne moved to assist the tall female.
STR check?
That would require a perception check to find something to keep the door open ......
"Got it." Ghur said, as he walked over too the door. "Come in, I'll hold it as long as I can."
Ghur pushes on the door easing the burden on Ayla who can now move out of the way.
Orne doesn't find anything to prop the door with.
Ayla feeling the burden of holding the door gone for a moment quickly exits the room and clears the doorway, before Ghur lets go and lets the door close.
"Ah, That hard on Ayla, it tiring some."
Ghur gave a curt nod to Ayla and then looked at the door with some apprehension. It was not often that his prodigious strength was insufficient for a task, but when it did happen it was cause for concern. "Let's hope that there is another way out." He said, turning his back to the door. "And let's push on."
Back in the Hall C, you can see the doors that go outside and ones that proceed inside further.
Ruisxys takes heart from Orne's kind words and Ghur's resolution, and raises her chin, finding her defiance.
"Onward," she agrees, taking position to bear the brunt of things if these doors are also trapped, though she expects that would be silly. Maybe more archers, though, or murder-holes. She keeps an eye out as she approaches to try opening the inner doors.