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[Solaria]

leaning against the wall for for support Cyriene crouches down listening to the sounds of the water beneath them, from the sounds of the drips bouncing off the walls she could tell that there was a drop. " how are we all going to get down there?" she asked lord ralthen

[ogreninja]

Wulfric growls as he removes the small hooks from his hair and skin,
"if we send a couple of guards down to the bottom then lower you down then the rest of us follow down we climb the other side and lower a rope back down to pull you up then those still down there climb up. thats what i'd recommend anyway" he says looking down into the gorge.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Lord Ralthen nods his agreement. "You two" pointing to two guards "keep watch while you" Theldon "and you" Yaris "secure a rope." The guards begin to work.

"My lord," an over watch guard calls, " I can see a helm on the far side." Sure enough an iron face helm of an archaic design rests upright on the floor as if watching them.

[ogreninja]

Wulfric looks around finding a fist sized stone he takes aim and throws it at the helm [spoiler=throw stone] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 73 (73) [/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The stone flies and hits the helm knocking it over.

Underneath stands a snotling with a blow pipe up against it's mouth.
O_O
Wide eyed it looks shocked it was descovered. A small trapdoor underneath it.

[ogreninja]

Wulfric quickly draws one of his knives and throws it at the snotling
[spoiler=throw knife] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 70 (70) [/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Snotling Dodge]1d100 rolled for a total of: 93 (93)[/spoiler]

Watching the blade spining towards it, it oopens the trapdoor and drops down out of view. The blade thunks into the open wooden door.

[ogreninja]

"slippery little shit" Wulfric mutters to himself He puts his shield on his back and carefully climbs down the rope secured by the guards
[spoiler=climb] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 40 (40) [/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The decent is an easy one. The rough sides give pleanty of footholds. The water below was ice cold and pure.

"I'm not gonna see my balls for weeks!!" Yaris gasped as he hit the water.

[Solaria]

Cyriene listens carefully as he makes his way through the water down below. Her shoulder hurts but she doesnt think.it'll hinder her when it is her turn to swim.

[ogreninja]

Wulfric walk through the water " by ulric this is cold" getting to the other side Wulfric attempts to climb up [spoiler=climb] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 48 (48) [/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Climbing up the other side again was quite easy. The rough sides offered plenty of hand and footholds. He notices a small rope made of what looks like hair pittoned into the ground which goes to a hole in the far side. A zip line. So thats how the little gits got from one side to the other. Soon some of the others began to join him. "This is too bloody cold. Nothing worse than bring wet." Theldon grumbled more to himself then anyone else.

[ogreninja]

Wulfric gathers his knife from the trapdoor sheathing it he turns to Lord Ralthan " whats the next step milord?" he says looking round

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The back of this cavern section is blocked by a way of mortared blocks. Built into the wall is a 5ft high shelf that runs parralel to the floor. An odd wooden door is set into the far end. Words have been calved into the door, but from where they stand it's impposible to make out.
The rest of the group make their way across the cavern.

[spoiler=ooc] Cyriene Could you make 2 climb rolls pls[/spoiler]

[Solaria]

[spoiler=climb]1d100 rolled for a total of: 22 (22)[/spoiler]
[spoiler=climb]1d100 rolled for a total of: 16 (16)[/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Cyriene struggles all the way down and all the way up. By the time she catches up to the rest she's begining to wonder why she chose to go along, but she had to continue to see.... to witness.... to be there when the creature met it's demise.

[ogreninja]

Wulfric draws his sword and shield "cleric can you read these marking on this door?" he says leading the way over to the door with cyriene,the cleric and the rest of the group

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The Cleric looks. "It is in no language I can read I'm afraid."
"Wait" Lord Ralthen steps forward. "The script is the same as the vault door give me a moment." He consults the tablet Wulfric gave him.

"OK I think I have it.

SPELLED FRONT TO BACK. IT'S A PERSONS NAME
OR A PROTECTIVE GUARD, FOR CERTAIN.
SPELLED BACK TO FRONT, IT'S WHAT YOU DO
WITH A BOW, BLANK PAGE, OR CURTAIN."

Below the wooden slab are four wooden dials, each with four different letters calved on it's surface.

Dial
1 2 3 4
B A L D
D E L E
S L N N
W O R T

"Looks like we have to spell an entry word. But what?"

[ogreninja]

"the word we're looking for is Ward milord as you draw a bow, draw on a blank page and draw curtains and ward is both a name and protective guard"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"Impressive." Lord Ralthen exclaimes. He begins to turn each dial to spell the word W A R D. With each letter Cyriene hears a destinctive 'click'.

The letterd all arainged there is a large clunck and the sound of grinding gears. A section of the mortard wall moves back in a ploom of dust and slides to the side.

Beyond the door is a corridor. Unlike the rest of the natural cave network seen so far, this passageway is carved into the natural rock; the floor, ceiling and walls are smooth.

Ahead a large stairway leading up. More interesting the words carved on the face of each step. Lord Ralthen explains,

IT SEEMS EVERY SECOND OR THIRD TIME I STEP AWAY, FATE IS THERE, WHITHOUT A DOUBT, TO TRAP MY COURSE.