Mal stands there, flummoxed. "The coffers have some kind of weird key system that I'm not sure how to unlock, and this door is jammed shut - if you want to see what's behind it, we should probably use brute strength, but that will be noisy."
"Should we find another way then?" Gajesh questions as he turns to look at the others, his eyes still focused on the magic his spell showed him in the area.
"You all go on ahead. I need to try to rest, see if I can't get this book's stye from my eye. Maybe I can have a look at the mechanism after. I'm no good to you like this, anyway." Rushdi sits in exhaustion.
Krikoris nods, then realizes Rushdi can't see him, "Agreed, let's give him a chance to recover. After that, let's take one more look at this place, I'm sure there's something here, but I have no familiarity with this land, so don't know what I'm missing."
The companions sit and rest for an hour or so, Mal occasionally looks at the coffers trying to see a way of getting them open.....did they find anything down here that might be a key? And what is on the other side of the door?
The two Orang Bunian pick up the scent of rotting wood...or perhaps paper...on the other side of the door.....or perhaps that is just the door itself?
Krikoris is not particularly familiar with the ancient Garudan folk who built this place...but he knows necromancy and he passed through the lands of the Winged Death, the shadow-winged Blood Letter and Master of the caverns and ravines of Xibalba where the undead and dead were more numerous than the living on his escape southwards to the coast. This is almost certainly a library of sorts....not a well kept one as the ravages of time and damp have made obvious but one which holds dark secrets...
Gajesh examines closely the coffers that shine with magic, trying to divine whether they can be opened.....or should be.....his people pass knowledge down with story and scent and taste....it seems it could be dangerous to put such knowledge in written form where any idiot may find it.....
Rushdi sits and meditates and after some time his eyesight returns once more......he is troubled by what they have found down here and the possibility that his old teacher has been studying such things for reasons unknown.
Mal looks again at his thieve's tools, and at the coffers. "I could try again, but I'm not sure I'll have much luck. I could try my dagger, but I risk damaging the box, its contents, or myself. Should we come back to these after we look in the last room?"
Gajesh hisses at the coffees and moves to step away from them, his tail twitching as he looks to the others. "We should do as that one suggests. This will still be here later..."
Khutulun cautiously enters the room, looking around for any signs of life as the musty smell hits her nose.
OCC: Perception 10
About four dozen wretched withered corpses have been nailed down to the tiers of stone seating that climb along the edge of this circular room, their legs fastened in place by staples of verdigrised bronze. They have long since withered away into mummified shapes......but as Khutulun enters they all begin to whisper in parched voices.
A massive bronze bound tome sits on a stand on the other side of the room and a fine white sand covers the open area in the centre of the room.
"Is that wise Krikoris.... this place is clearly cursed and whatever knowledge is held here is obviously to blame for past wrongs as well as the wrongs on the temple priest this current day. Maybe we should burn it all?"
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Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Krikoris doesn't look around, but chuckles slightly, "Is it knowledge and power that holds the curse? Or the hand that wields it? My own power comes from the blood of some of the most powerful and terrible tyrants this world has ever seen, does that mean I'm cursed?"
"It's cursed because there's no guarantee the tyrants no longer exert control over this. Or that it won't change the user. And because the very gods deemed it so, so it is. Reality is defined by the same forces." Rushdi shakes his head.
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Mal concludes the door lock is fused due to moisture, judging from the swollen wood.
(It could likely be battered down, or Mal could try his luck on the coffers instead.)
Mal stands there, flummoxed. "The coffers have some kind of weird key system that I'm not sure how to unlock, and this door is jammed shut - if you want to see what's behind it, we should probably use brute strength, but that will be noisy."
"Should we find another way then?" Gajesh questions as he turns to look at the others, his eyes still focused on the magic his spell showed him in the area.
( Your all aware there is only one other door in this segment that has not yet been opened, to the south at the end of the corridor.)
"We may as well look through this last door, be complete in our investigation of this place."
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
"You all go on ahead. I need to try to rest, see if I can't get this book's stye from my eye. Maybe I can have a look at the mechanism after. I'm no good to you like this, anyway." Rushdi sits in exhaustion.
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Krikoris nods, then realizes Rushdi can't see him, "Agreed, let's give him a chance to recover. After that, let's take one more look at this place, I'm sure there's something here, but I have no familiarity with this land, so don't know what I'm missing."
The companions sit and rest for an hour or so, Mal occasionally looks at the coffers trying to see a way of getting them open.....did they find anything down here that might be a key? And what is on the other side of the door?
The two Orang Bunian pick up the scent of rotting wood...or perhaps paper...on the other side of the door.....or perhaps that is just the door itself?
Krikoris is not particularly familiar with the ancient Garudan folk who built this place...but he knows necromancy and he passed through the lands of the Winged Death, the shadow-winged Blood Letter and Master of the caverns and ravines of Xibalba where the undead and dead were more numerous than the living on his escape southwards to the coast. This is almost certainly a library of sorts....not a well kept one as the ravages of time and damp have made obvious but one which holds dark secrets...
Gajesh examines closely the coffers that shine with magic, trying to divine whether they can be opened.....or should be.....his people pass knowledge down with story and scent and taste....it seems it could be dangerous to put such knowledge in written form where any idiot may find it.....
Rushdi sits and meditates and after some time his eyesight returns once more......he is troubled by what they have found down here and the possibility that his old teacher has been studying such things for reasons unknown.
Mal looks again at his thieve's tools, and at the coffers. "I could try again, but I'm not sure I'll have much luck. I could try my dagger, but I risk damaging the box, its contents, or myself. Should we come back to these after we look in the last room?"
Uce nods. "That'd probably be a good idea."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Gajesh hisses at the coffees and moves to step away from them, his tail twitching as he looks to the others. "We should do as that one suggests. This will still be here later..."
Mal goes down to the last door, and a little hesitant by now, he inspects the door for traps and to see whether it's locked:
Perception: 25
Investigation: 19
The door is not locked and indeed is slightly ajar, it is utterly silent on the other side and there is a slight musty odour.
Khutulun cautiously enters the room, looking around for any signs of life as the musty smell hits her nose.
OCC: Perception 10
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
About four dozen wretched withered corpses have been nailed down to the tiers of stone seating that climb along the edge of this circular room, their legs fastened in place by staples of verdigrised bronze. They have long since withered away into mummified shapes......but as Khutulun enters they all begin to whisper in parched voices.
A massive bronze bound tome sits on a stand on the other side of the room and a fine white sand covers the open area in the centre of the room.
Krikoris wanders into the room curiously, trying to understand what they're saying.
"Is that wise Krikoris.... this place is clearly cursed and whatever knowledge is held here is obviously to blame for past wrongs as well as the wrongs on the temple priest this current day. Maybe we should burn it all?"
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Krikoris doesn't look around, but chuckles slightly, "Is it knowledge and power that holds the curse? Or the hand that wields it? My own power comes from the blood of some of the most powerful and terrible tyrants this world has ever seen, does that mean I'm cursed?"
Mal is at the doorway. Is the sand at the center of the room disturbed in any way? Or does he understand the language being spoken?
Perception: 8
"It's cursed because there's no guarantee the tyrants no longer exert control over this. Or that it won't change the user. And because the very gods deemed it so, so it is. Reality is defined by the same forces." Rushdi shakes his head.
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