Komana casts true strike on herself, drawing an arrow into her bow.
'Lead on Soven, my trust is in your blade.'
Komana casts true strike on herself, drawing an arrow into her bow.
'Lead on Soven, my trust is in your blade.'
Soven nods to Komana and moves down the corridor with his sword at the ready.
Soven procures the meaning of Iacobus's statement but finds himself reluctant to follow. His very soul burns with valor and eager anticipation of what is to come. Discipline sets in though and Soven heels in the heart-pounding magic that flows through him.
"This is better than Chelish devil wine and Shaonti Fire Whiskey!" Soven thinks to himself.
Perception:
edit: sorry add two to that from heroism. thanks Iacobus :)
As soon as Soven stops, he holds out his hand and sword in a gesture clearly meaning stop at once.
Squinting at something on the floor before him, Soven looks back and informs the others:
There is metal plate of some sort on the floor, it is has been covered with black paint.
'Bizarre,' this could be the beginning of the test. Komana eyes the ioun stone floating around her head, before casting detect magic on the metal plate.
Komana moves closer to investigate.
'Let's not step in it, shall we?'
'Lead us on again, if you would, Soven.'
"Yes, that's definitely a good suggestion. Let's try not to set off any traps, shall we?"
Soven shrugs and smiles. After regaining a look of determination, Soven steps over the metal plate, giving it a wide clearance.
Upon stepping over and moving forward a bit, he looks back to make sure the rest do so without problem.
Upon that occurring, Soven moves forward at a moderate pace, sword still at the ready.
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With everyone working together, the silver plate is easily avoided.
The corridor continues forward another sixty feet, then twists again in the opposite direction of the previous twist. It feels like the hallway is a long s-shaped wave.
A stone face fills the wall directly in front of you, its mouth open at the level of your head. The corridor twists to your right directly in front of the face on the wall.
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Iacobus regards the stone face curiously. Does it resemble a local figure of reknown, an (in)famous Pathfinder, perhaps, or otehrwise have distinctive features?
"Curious, the curves in this passageway. Such things take long months to construct, and a meaningless curve would be an unnecessary expense. Perhaps the passage bends to avoid support columns, or something similar..."
"Or to keep us from seeing too far ahead." Zareth looks at the face curiously before casting a spell and looking at it again.
'Be careful, gentlemen, that open mouth is making my skin crawl, its very likely some quite terrible trap.'
"Well, whatever it is, it certainly isn't magic. Just be careful, that doesn't mean it couldn't take your hand off some other way."
'A password perhaps, I can't imagine it's simple ornamentation down here. Durvin Gest,' Komana says aloud with a clear voice.
The statuesque face remains still and silent.
Soven watches down the hall while the others investigate the stone face.
Upon hearing the stone grinding from behind them and down the hall, Soven stands ready.
'That doesn't sound pleasant at all,' Komana says as she takes her ioun stone in her hand and holds it up towards the stone face.
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"Hm, there's got to be some sort of trick to it."
Dird steps forward from his position at the back of the group, wearing a look of curious determination that seems out of place on his usually carefree features.
Careful to avoid touching anything, Dird searches the face for anything unusual, his keenly trained eyes looking for clues to the discomforting face.
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Ah, the person who might be able to shed some true light on the subject.
The open mouth of the face is aligned directly to the center of the corridor. If something were to come out of the mouth, such as a long range projectile, it could potentially effect everyone standing in this branch of the corridor. The narrowness of the corridor practically assures this. You can sense that this is the purpose for the face on the wall even though there is no noticable evidence to support this belief. You also sense that if it is a long range trap, the trigger for the trap would be further back in the corridor.
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After studying the face carefully, Dird follows it's empty gaze back in the direction from which we just came. His eyes linger and you can practically see the gears turning behind them, playing out scenario after scenario mentally.
Snapping back into reality, he turns to look back in the direction we are heading.
"I've got a real funny feeling about this, and I'm almost certain we've got a trap on our hands, but the trigger isn't here." He gestures into the darkness ahead.
"We proceed, but this time let me lead. With all due respect, Soven, I'd rather find the trigger before anybody has had a chance to set it off"
With that, Dird digs around in his bag for a moment, pulling out a sunrod and activating it. Sunrod in one hand, dagger in the other, he moves forward slowly, eyes and ears alert for anything out of the ordinary.
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I wish I had a graphics program, so I could show you. The corridor is snaking, first heading one direction then turning and facing the opposite. So there are large u-turn areas in the corridor where the corridor suddenly faces the other direction. The face is on the wall at one of these u-turn areas, facing the corridor that the party has just moved down. So it is likely that the trigger for the trap, if there is one, was already traveled over without apparent consequence.
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"We may have passed the trigger for this part of the passage, but I doubt the Society would let us through that easily. Keep an eye out for more out of place panels and call out if you see anything at all!"
'Onward ever onward then, as Dird says.'
"Hmm." Zareth taps the metal wall with his staff. "I'm not entirely sure whether I should be glad we passed the test, or worried that we can't go back. Well, nothing else to do here, so let's continue on, shall we?"
'Absolutely, Soven, lead on would you?'
Soven nods and turns to go.
As he proceeds forward, he looks at the halfling and smiles.
shall we take the front together?
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The corridor ahead of you stretches forward into the darkness. It advances 60 feet, then twists in a familiar u-turn shape again. There is no face on the wall this time though.
'Everbody stop!'
'Can you hear that?'
'I didn't like the sound of that, at all.'
What did you hear, Komana? Shall we stay or move forward?