The party called through the hall to one another about what had been discovered. Alerted to the existence of the cache, Ptolmek proceeded to the doorway and stood guard outside the room. If anyone would gain from this revelation, it would be his adventurers.
Miranda began to search through the equipment in the Armory. Her attention fell on the weapon racks. Paying close attention to the wall rungs she noted they were all fixed in place securely. Not one of the notches would ever move, unless smashed by a great hammer. These small fixtures were carved, somehow, directly from the virgin stone of this mountain.
Gurin snapped out of his trance with exhilarated pleasure. He searched the room carefully and grabbed a crossbow with an elegantly inscribed leather strap which he hung across his back. He searched for rope but came up empty. It appeared to him the purpose of this room was armaments and not tack.
Morcant stands outside the room chatting with Ptolmek. He'd ratehr the smaller travelers gear up while they formulate a strategy for delvign deeper. Blackbird joins the conversation between Morcant and Ptolmek. It would appear nothing at hand would enable him to be better equipped either. Drawing closer are Piker and Lisabelle, both curious of the room's contents. But both still looking a bit rattled by the encounter in the Chapel.
As the small assembly murmured, Marlit entered the room and passed Miranda. Her eyes fell on a chain jerkin that had not lost any luster after all the centuries of being buried in the vaults. Marlit reached for the fine armor, and removed it from it's perch.
Suddenly, the hidden door which Gurin opened smoothly and quickly slammed closed. All three jerked their heads away from the fine weaponry in their hands and stared with fear at the sealed chamber wall. Just as shocked were the taller members of the party still outside. Ptolmek's own boot almost got caught in the closing doorway.
Unbeknownst to the safer members of the party, the armory opportunists in the locked cube now faced another danger. Four stone blocks, which were previously unnoticeable in the upper corners of the small room, slowly began to drop open. Starting like a slow rain, a few small grains of sand begin to topple over the opening maws. But rapidly, a deluge of granite sand and thick powdery ash poured into the room. Cascading over the armor, weapons, and racks the mixture quickly piled up on the cold granite floor which would soon become a tomb.
What do you do?
Miranda began to search through the equipment in the Armory. Her attention fell on the weapon racks. Paying close attention to the wall rungs she noted they were all fixed in place securely. Not one of the notches would ever move, unless smashed by a great hammer. These small fixtures were carved, somehow, directly from the virgin stone of this mountain.
Gurin snapped out of his trance with exhilarated pleasure. He searched the room carefully and grabbed a crossbow with an elegantly inscribed leather strap which he hung across his back. He searched for rope but came up empty. It appeared to him the purpose of this room was armaments and not tack.
Morcant stands outside the room chatting with Ptolmek. He'd ratehr the smaller travelers gear up while they formulate a strategy for delvign deeper. Blackbird joins the conversation between Morcant and Ptolmek. It would appear nothing at hand would enable him to be better equipped either. Drawing closer are Piker and Lisabelle, both curious of the room's contents. But both still looking a bit rattled by the encounter in the Chapel.
As the small assembly murmured, Marlit entered the room and passed Miranda. Her eyes fell on a chain jerkin that had not lost any luster after all the centuries of being buried in the vaults. Marlit reached for the fine armor, and removed it from it's perch.
Suddenly, the hidden door which Gurin opened smoothly and quickly slammed closed. All three jerked their heads away from the fine weaponry in their hands and stared with fear at the sealed chamber wall. Just as shocked were the taller members of the party still outside. Ptolmek's own boot almost got caught in the closing doorway.
Unbeknownst to the safer members of the party, the armory opportunists in the locked cube now faced another danger. Four stone blocks, which were previously unnoticeable in the upper corners of the small room, slowly began to drop open. Starting like a slow rain, a few small grains of sand begin to topple over the opening maws. But rapidly, a deluge of granite sand and thick powdery ash poured into the room. Cascading over the armor, weapons, and racks the mixture quickly piled up on the cold granite floor which would soon become a tomb.
What do you do?
Round Ends: Monday, July 14 at 9 PM - Please post your turn
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