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Balaxxius shouts to the top of the stairs, relating the message about the webs. "that's gotta be one big spider..." he mutters to himself and draws his rapier. "think we can burn the strands?" He asks to anyone who might answer. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Well then I feel confident that is the way we must go. What defenses do we have against magical fear?"
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"Six others you say?" well that certainly doesn't inspire confidence... "if you want to know how to get out, follow that path this way and that. Don't worry about the pit traps you no doubt lost a companion or two on, I've already disabled them. And the gargoyle that likely gave you fits, Ibid and sir Alaric took care of that. In fact, if you follow the tracks of our last wizard, you should be just fine if you would rather feel the sunshine on your face again." Balaxxius pauses for a moment before continuing. "However, if you would like to finish what you started, we have much more work to do, and much deeper to go. Whatever agreements you had with your previous companions no longer hold. We split our treasure equally, with no rights to the dead." The drow delivers his terms matter of factly, and deadpan, leaving no room for debate, though with no hostility. I think Alaric is rubbing off on me... -Posted with Wayfinder
Balaxxius stares at the odd man who pours out of the mirror. "this better not be some new form of trickery... Everything else in this place seems to be intent on killing us. For your own health, I suggest you don't follow that trend." the drow offers by way of introduction. "I am Balaxxius. Leave the traps to me. " he says curtly as he stasis his gear back up and makes sure everything is in order after the fight with the black pudding. "nice shooting, Ibid." The dark elf takes the completed key and puts it in his pocket, then finishes his search of the room. "I think it's time to move on from here." -Posted with Wayfinder
Balaxxius peers over the edge of the vat and recoils instinctively at the sight of the mirror. "What the.... What kind of mirror shows another face when you stare into it? I've heard of witches who look through mirrors, maybe we should just break it..." he states as he slyly reaches in, grabbing the other half of the key and combining it with the first half. He grabs a sizeable stone and gets ready to throw it at the shard. "Ibid, just on case anything congress out of this thing, get ready to shoot it..."
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Balaxxius flinches ever so slightly at the sharp retort of the musket, frustrated at his inability to help. He consoles himself with the thought that between Alaric and Ibid, there will be one less black pudding in the world. I do wish I had one of my own though... Imagine what I could do with a refuse and enemy disposal...
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"it's an ooze! Black pudding, I can't do anything to this thing..." Balaxxius trails off as he simultaneously backs off.
Once out of harms way, Balaxxius springs his wand of shield from his wrist sheath and activates the spell on himself.
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"Thank you Elan, that feels much better. " Balaxxius moves to the last vat to be inspected and repeats the routine with the broom handle, hoping to locate the other half of the key. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Yeeaaaarrrooouch!" Balaxxius shouts, flinging his hand in pain to get the acid off and in turn, sending the half key bouncing across the floor. Taking his waterskin, he dumps some water on his hand and arm to help wash the acid off a bit. He flexes his fingers a few times to make sure they still work ok, glaring at the apparently unharmed broom handle. "well, where do you suppose the other half of this thing us? And what in the world does it go to?" -Posted with Wayfinder
"It doesn't seem like there is anything wrong with it... Must be fine. "
Balaxxius removes his gloves and rolls up his sleeves, and takes a deep breath to prepare himself. He dips the end of the stick back into the vat to get an idea of where the object is. Once he has found it, he reaches in quickly, grabs the thing, then pulls it back out.
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Hey, this is the group's rogue. Unless I die a horrible death, things like knock, find traps, and the like are pretty much a waste, as they overlap with what I do. My perception is +19, +22 for traps, and my disable device is +29. I made this character to be the ultimate trapsmith/skill monkey. We also have a dedicated cleric, and another multi class cleric/gunslinger, so things like heals are pretty well taken care of. (i generally subscribe to the 'kill them faster' theory anyways, so most healing is done out of combat) Your character will be far better off helping the party if you focus on doing things that only arcane casters can do. Not saying your class choice won't work, but you may want to rethink some of your spells and abilities. Again, not trying to knock your build, just want to help give you context for what you are getting yourself into :) -Posted with Wayfinder
You know you want to... Besides, why wouldn't you want to adventure with a drow that has a +29 to disable device? ;) in a dungeon notorious for its traps? :D Actually, it's not as bad as you might think. Having our games dulls the pain of waiting so long between posts. I am usually the one driving the game along as the rogue, which has helped, at least since I joined anyways. -Posted with Wayfinder
"It's not so much the height, but the water... or whatever this is in the vat. It is so murky I cannot see the bottom. I shudder to think what it might be, but my curiosity is peaked." Balaxxius pulls the stick out to examine it and the liquid dripping off of it, smelling it and carefully touching it with his fingers to see what it might be.
I check the boards all day on account of the other games I am in. So I'm still here... -Posted with Wayfinder
"Unused... old, forgotten. Much like the rest of this temple. Perhaps all we will find here is constructs and other forgotten wards against intrusion, and the owner of this place just as dead and forgotten as this lab." Balaxxius dusts off his breeches as he inspects the area, getting ready to move on. "The traps in this place seem to live up to the legends, and for that, my interest is still peaked. If those benches full of silver are all we discover in terms of treasure, then I will be sorely disappointed..." the dark elf muses to himself.
Just before the group leaves the room, Balaxxius grabs a nearby stick or broom handle and sticks it in each of the vats to see if there is something solid within. "Might as well leave no stone, or vat, unturned."
"Well now we are really getting somewhere it seems..." Excited, despite the circumstances, the burglar enters the room, wary of the many traps that could still be laid out for anyone savvy enough to make it this far. Otherwise, he excitedly looks through the implements, shelves, and other various things in the laboratory for any clues or signs of what else may be hidden in this tomb, as well as for anything valuable. "Is there anything magical in here? There must be..." He asks to his companions, directing the question at them at first before trailing off in his own thoughts as he searches.
"Why do I get the feeling that grabbing this handle will drop the floor out from underneath us? Oh yea... because it probably will." Balaxxius says dryly. Shrugging his shoulders, and taking his time to search the door, floor, walls and ceiling in the area for traps or hidden doors, he grabs the handle and pulls.
"We have avoided explosions so far, how bad could it be?" Balaxxius says with a nervous chuckle. "let's just see what happens. " -Posted with Wayfinder
"Yes, I would think the same, wizard. I enjoy being able to see in the dark, I'm not as keen on not being able to see at all..." Balaxxius gets ready to continue moving, despite his trepidation, once the wizard has had a chance to weigh in. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Well gentlemen, it appears we have found the way down. Hopefully away from the source of that lava..." Balaxxius says to his companions. With a glance, and a quick check of his gear, he moves down the steps, continuing his scan of the area for trip wires, magical runes, false steps, or anything else that might jump out and kill them.
"What do you know, a door." Balaxxius answers the knight. "And poorly disguised too. Though if someone had fallen in here, I imagine the door is the last thing they would be thinking about..." he says with a wary glance to the wicked implements. The dark elf dusts off his hands, takes another look at the handle and the seams, then reaches out and opens up the door, trusting that his sharp eyes will catch any trap that might show up, ideally before it goes off. As always, his escape route has been planned out, just in case the answer is to duck, dodge and run...
Balaxxius gets up off his knees, dusting off his breeches and then his hands after rigging the pit traps open. He takes a deep satisfied breath, and admires his work for a moment. ... And then realizes everyone is staring at him. "oh, you want me to go down there, don't you... " he says with a sheepish look on his face. "got it, I knew that. On it." He inspects the dangerous points and blades carefully before sliding over the edge, dangling for a few moments with his feet a few inches off the ground, and carefully dropping to the floor. Once down there, he takes a minutes to carefully search for anything besides rusty weapons and Bare stone walls.
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"Doors you say, in the pit traps? I disable and locked those up when I came in, which would explain why I didn't think of that. Yes. Lets go with that." Balaxxius' smile is disarming. "Well I am not looking forward to crawling back through that tunnel, but better to get it over with quickly. Shall we?" The drow gives one last look back at the magma that nearly swallowed half their party. Not the way I want to go...
"On our way back, perhaps we can take a look at that altar in the room with the lich dust. Its where we ended up when we came out of that cursed tunnel. I remember it glowed with magic, gave me an awful feeling, but we ignored it when we went through the door that eventually led us here. Hey, maybe we can push the altar into the swirling portal..."
"Other than that, I'm afraid I have spent so much time searching these halls for traps that I don't remember what we might have missed..."
Balaxxius breaths a sigh of relief, as Alaric just barely makes it back to the threshold of the doorway. "Well, that was close. Ah... Anyone for a hot meal? heh..." Balaxxius attempts a little humor to lighten the mood after half their group was nearly roasted in molten earth. "So... If I can't rig this back, then I am afraid we have come a very long way, only to find a dead end. Lets see here..." Balaxxius searches the door, doorway, and the steeply canted floor for any indication that the trap could be reset.
Balaxxius sees the bold knight scrambling back and stops reaching for his rope. Instead, he scrambles back up the slope as well, getting back to level ground. His rapier remains drawn, expecting trouble any moment. -Posted with Wayfinder
Balaxxius stops short as soon as the floor tilts. "Alaric!" Worried the knight won't be able to stop his momentum, he reaches for his rope, expecting to need to pull off a rescue -Posted with Wayfinder
"Wait..." Balaxxius says, looking up from his customary initial sweep for traps. Worried about what the knight is getting himself into, Balaxxius moves down the hall as well. The fact that the sounds he heard were frightened people had him concerned... Merriment before, and frightened screams now. The fact that they ran as the door was opening was concerning as well, what would make the simple opening of a door cause a room full of people run in fear?
Balaxxius looks at the others and shrugs his shoulders. He pulls his rapier from its sheath, grabs the door, and finishes opening it, feeling anxious to see what is on the other side. -Posted with Wayfinder
Balaxxius quickly realizes that waiting for the ceiling to fall in on him is a bad idea, and tasks a few steps back from the door. After all, if it was a fight they were about to get into, he wasn't the one who should be in the front line. -Posted with Wayfinder
Balaxxius stops in his tracks at the suggestion by the wily gunslinger. "I guess I'm already conditioned to expect that everything in here is a devilish trick to kill us. What is the harm?" He smiles, before raising his hand in a clenched fist, pausing for effect, then rapping lightly 3 times, pausing again, and then 2 more times. He holds his breath, waiting for the ceiling to drop on him. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Of course. Everything in here is a trick, or a trap. I would guess that if you are right, and we tried to force this door, a trap would open beneath us. There must be something else to this door, or else we have come a long ways only to find a dead end." The rogue puts his ear up against the doorway, listening for the sounds again. When he heard them, he tries to imagine a dinner party, visualizing the people merrily chatting, eating, and drinking. Once he has the visual, he dismisses the whole thought, training his mind to uncover the deception behind the spell, if it really is a spell.
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"there are people on the other side, I can hear them... Conversing. I would guess that they do not know we are hear by the tone of their conversation, but it is difficult to hear. Finding a way to open this without making a bunch of noise would be... Ideal." Balaxxius shares his thoughts without taking his eyes off the door and walls , hoping to find something to clue him in to the trick behind this puzzle.
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"If the door is fake, and truly a wall, perhaps the trick is that the wall is a door. Or perhaps the door really is a door, but what appears to be the hinges is the handle..." Balaxxius goes about his standard inspection of the area and the door itself. Placing his hands of the wooden frame, he looks closer at the solid hinges.
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Balaxxius continues down the hallway, waving his companions forward. He continues to sweep the area for traps. -Posted with Wayfinder
"My thoughts exactly Quadrovos. At some point he must have a twist in store.. " Balaxxius moves up to the next door and repeats his inspection, keeping his eye out for the subtle difference that could spell their doom. Once he has determined the boarded door is free from surprises, he motions to sir Alaric to do his effective handiwork. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Whew... That was close. Here this should do it..." Balaxxius finishes rigging the trap, and takes a few steps out onto it just to prove its safety. Looking at the heavily armored fighter, then down at his skinny frame, he jumps up and down a few times to accentuate the point. Moving forward to the next space, he does another search to confirm that this door is indeed, much like the one they just came through.
"Looks like this one will need your delicate touch as well, Sir Alaric." Balaxxius chuckles, hoping his sarcasm is taken as intended, light hearted humor in a dark, damp, death trap. The elf steps aside, waving his arm towards the boards.
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