Sentis will move into the room with a look of awe on his face and that gleam of curiosity thats famous amongst his elven parentage. He'll walk over and examine the suit of armor on the left.
Kaavel says low "Maybe we should follow them? We have no idea what is in here and having the group split like this may not be a good idea."
He than looks toward where the others went off to.
As Sentis starts to walk boldly into the room, Blaze grabs him by the arm holding him back "Whoa, have you forgotten where we are?? Your just gonna walk in there, without taking any precautions?? There could be any number of traps waiting for you. Let one of our stealthy buddies check for anything icky that could be hiding"
There does not appear to be any traps around the entrance way, or on the main floor of the room. The raised dias you are not so sure about. Without placing weight upon it you cannot be sure, but you think the center portion of the eye depresses. As to what it activates, you are unsure.
Upon examination of the suit of armor you can gauge that it's built for a nine foot humanoid. The armor plates are well made in steel and overlap, and the helmet is fitted with a full face guard and gorget.
Sorry Blaze, wasnt thinking there for a minute. Ive never seen anything quite like this before. Its...impressive and a bit ominous. Does anyone know what is the significance of the eye motif?
"Tha eye observes..."
Maybe its observing us?
the nervousness is evident in the half elfs voice.
and there was something about 'protectors' too right? Id say these guys could fit that role.
Sentis became acutely aware that he was out of his element at this point.
"If'n ye find anythin' designed t' keep nosey bastards like us outta here, lemme know. Ah mite be able t' rig some way 'round it.
"Well, we can either attempt to find if there's any traps on the dais or we can sit around and discuss the eye." Blaze is clearly impatient, though it's most likely just how he is.
"Tha' looks's much like a trigger as anythin' ah've ever seen. Doc says tromping over to the dias. "Gimme a minute.
Doc takes his time to investigate the dias. After confirming that the outer ring is merely stone, you turn your attention to the eye motif. It appears to be just large enough that a single person could stand on it - and you are fairly confident that it would act as though a pressure plate, triggering something. However you can't discern what it would set off.
"So whicha ye's a gamblin' man?"
Cort steps forward, tight smile on his face. "Nothing ventured..." He says, drawing his weapon, and steps purposefully atop the Eye. His own eyes darting about looking out for the slightest sign of danger.
As Cort steps onto the platform, the eye motif depresses with a click. A stone portcullis drops down to block the entryway to the room, and a booming voice can be heard.
"Li te gen lontan depi mèt ki sot pase a te kanpe la devan nou. Fason yo kat ki te fèmen yo ka louvri. -Pale entansyon ou."
"Cort, don't say a damn thing. Don' even grunt." Doc says gruffly. "The rest o' you- What exactly are we here for?"
I believe it was the vault of the Ghol-gan or something.
Darkbiter stands by quietly, his primary role being done for the time being.
"Our first adventure of many to come in the wide world."
Kaavel watches as Cortland moves to stand on the stone object. When hearing the voice than Doc's words to keep quiet he knows something is off.
"Cort, say "we're 'ere fer the vault o' Ghol-gan."" Doc says. "Hope this thing don't need t' be in th' right language. Ah c'n un'erstandand it but ah'll be damned if'n ah c'n speak it."
Cortland takes a deep breath, steadying himself. Pulls his hat down over his eyes with his maimed hand and said a prayer. Shelyn, help me out of this so I may honor you with my blade. Then said, in a clear voice, "I am here for the Vault of Ghol-Gan."
The booming voice sounds out "Ou gen jwenn li, ak kanpe nan goufr li yo. Kat fason kouche devan soti isit la. Eta dezi ou."
"Wha'? A'right, so 'pparently we're in th' vault an' it's got four chambers. It's askin' wha' ahr 'desires' ahre." Doc says with a raised eyebrow. [b]"Ah got nothin'. Pilligin' an' lootin' 's prob'ly the wrong thing t' say. Explorin'? I don' know."
"I would guess things like knowledge, wisdom, power, strength, that sort of thing."
"Tha safest route, sounds right?"
"I agree, say we seek safest route to whatever lost knowledge may lie hidden in the depths of this temple or some such flattery"
Deciding quickly to go with his gut, Cort speaks up. "We seek enlightenment, knowledge, and the teachings of the Ghol-Gan.
Kaavel tenses up as Cortland speaks in case something should go wrong. Not knowing what the answer was Kaavel hopes what Cortland said was the right answer.
"Yeh, ah suppose that 'bout covers it. I'da gone wit somethin' 'bout heaps o' gold an a decanter o' endless booze, meself."
The druid fingered the hilt of his new sword as he stood to the side of the group. He admired Cort's bravery for being the one to step up and answer this ancient temple...i hope we've decided correctly in our direction...something still doesnt feel right about how Vankerman came all this way just for what we're seeking and then chooses to stay outside and miss everything...time will tell...
"Hey Cloak, no dying over there, your just starting to get half-way decent with that sword of yours. I would hate to have wasted all that time teaching you" Blaze says in a very playful manner, trying to put Cortland and the others at ease.
Grusk looks around trying to find the four paths, traps or secret doors, he quickly goes over the entire room quickly and the studies the floor......
Perception
"Oww mah eye I got somethin in it!"
"It's yer finger, dummy."
"It's yer finger, dummy."
"Glad it was not darkbiters nails, I tries tah keep mahn trimmed up a bit."
The disembodied voice laughs in a tone that could be equally described as mirth filled and malicious "Pran prekosyon nou ti kras yon sèl. Ou pouvwa jwenn pi plis pase ou yo prepare pou. Pral fason a ap louvri, men pè move lespri yo ki kounye a rete la."
As the voice fades away, a loud noise of stone grinding on stone is heard and a large doorway opens in the far wall, leading to another corridor. The portcullis remains closed where you came in, so it seems that there is only one way out of the room...
"Tha way I suppose."
"Anyone sees a way tah make tha new door stay open?"
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Youre a brave man Cort and evidently you said the right thing. Well done.
Sentis looks around after hearing Grusk's query.
There doesnt seem to be anything around to use to bar the doorway unless we try using those suits of armor and I for one am not inclined to disturb them
"Good job Cort, let's get moving and see if we can't find out what the hells is so important down here." He starts to make his way forward, moving cautiously .
Relaxing after seeing that nothing happened Kaavel follows the rest of the group while thinking about why did the squad come into the temple alone.
Doc eyeballs the stonework. "A basic wedge or brace should do th' trick 'nless th' mech'nisms tha' c'ntrol th' door 're a whole helluva lot stronger than ah think they are. Gimme a sec."
"...Nothing Gained." Cort almost falls off the platform. "Ugh... damn magic. I half expected to be roasted, or disintegrated, or crushed... something terrible." He takes a moment to straighten his hat. "Instead I find us the way out. I'm useful and dashingly handsome." With a huge smile the swordlord steps down the corridor, peering ahead, sword at the ready.
Darkbiter will fall in beside Cort, seeing possible value in the "returned one" being up front, but not wanting him to be the only one up there, either.
Doc and Grusk approach the new portal to see if they can rig it against closing again. The open surfaces are rough worked stone, so you think that if you had some pitons or in a pinch a few daggers to drive into the stone it should jam the 'door' section in place and prevent it from closing.
The corridor ahead is bereft of any lighting and extends as far as you can see with no turns.