Insight to try and remember the cloak: 3  

 

 Looks like every other cloak you've ever seen.

Pru holds the cloak up, twirls it around a few times then frowns. 

"Anyone recognize this?" Pru says before turning her attention to the key hole. 

Before any key is put in the hole, Pru checks quickly for any traps, looking for hair triggers, or needles.

Perception to find traps: 20  

Aranor shakes his head. He stands next to Pru at the keyhole he found in the mantel. He readies himself for anything; who knows what the key unlocks? Maybe there's a secret passage or something hidden in the room. 

Aranor inserts the key that he found downstairs. Like a glove, it slides into the opening. With a hesitant turn, there's a click.

Pru side steps a bit, adjusts her pack with the added weight of the journals. Beryl still glancing at the cloak. Kaladin stands there at the ready, occasionally still looking at his red spotted hand.

There's a louder click, followed by the sound of what seems to be gears. Suddenly the bookshelf next to the fire places recedes a bit then splits in two, revealing a door opening. 

The room is cold and unnerving. Roughly fifteen by fifteen in size. There is a bright light, but its source cannot be located. There are two shelves attached to the walls. One shelf on the opposite wall contains a scroll, the other shelf on the right wall has six knobs surrounded by ruins. Above each shelf is a tapestry. One tapestry depicts a demon holding a child. The other looks like a coat of arms.

Pru involuntarily shudders at the tapestry of the demon holding a child.

"Well this is just unpleasant," Pru says.

She slips under Aranor's arm and picks up the scroll on the one shelf and takes a look at the contents.

Aranor inspects the coat of arms. With his noble background, it's possible he might recognize the family the heraldry signifies. 

History - 16

As Pru grabs the scroll, there is a blinding explosion of light. As everyone tries to gain their bearings, the shelves slide closed, trapping everyone inside. As you gain your bearings, there's no indication of a seam, lever to reopen them. 

Aranor, gaining his sight back, studies the coat of arms. Symbols look familiar, as if almost a combination of some long herald families combined to make a new one. Could this be the arms of the Bridgehall family?

The ruins surrounding the knobs of the other shelf look vaguely familiar, but nothing that anyone currently understands.

The room is almost like a void of outbound sound. You can hear the utmost simplest creek, clang and shuffle of clothing multiplied five times over. Your voices expand  the silence with a bass that makes the hair on your arms stand up. 

Pru shakes her head angrily while looking down at the scroll clutched in her hand. 

"Rookie mistake, that," she says to herself. "Might as well see what it says now."

Pru unrolls the scroll and takes a look at the contents.

The scroll reads:

"The diamonds in the sky have names all of their own. The lord of all the gems sets firmly in the cold. Beyond the veil, above and bellow. Who dwells above? Who dwells below?"

"well, im thinking we either un, or stand outside and light everything no fire then kill whatever comes out"

Pru reads the scroll to everyone and then looks up at the mention of burning the house down.

"We might just want to find away out of this closest before we start setting too many fires," Pru says.

She looks back down at the scroll and then at the others.

"I'm more for puns and practical jokes. Riddles make my head hurt." Pru begins. "The obvious seems like stars and the sun and the moon. But then that's probably not it, is it?"

She hands the scroll to anyone who wants to have a closer look and makes her way over to the runes and knobs.

"Could the scroll be a code for what to do with these and to find a way out?" she asks

Once he has recovered from the shock of the trap, Aranor takes the scroll and studies the words written upon it. "I agree with your assessment, Pru," he says. "I don't think that's the answer to this riddle though. Lord of all the gems...what is above, what is below..."

The high elf searches his brain for anything he might recognize in the riddle.

History - 16

Beryl frowns. "I'm not much on riddles, to be honest. But we'd better figure out how to get out of here."

She looks at the runes and knobs, trying to connect them and the riddle with the natural world the riddle seems to reference.

Nature : 20

As Pru and Beryl look over the ruins, Kaladin wonders if this room would even burn. Aranor goes over the riddle in his head.

Quote from Goddess_Nyx >>

 Lord of all the gems...what is above, what is below..."

 

Heaven, Hell. Purgatory maybe. But what is in those places? What/who would go to those places? Stars have been called gems in children's stories for ages. The Lord of the gems?

Pru frowns while looking at the runes.

Is there a pattern to them at all? Do they look the same? Each one different? Are there an equal number of runes to knobs? Do the runes look like they label each knob?

Perception: 7  

OOC: All 6 knobs are in a single row on the wall. The arrows a top each knob looks like a marker. Each knob has 4 runes on it. Some ruins are repeated from knob to knob, some are not. I numbered them to show the proper order.

Pru fishes around in her backpack and pulls out the two journals and flips through the pages again looking for runes like the ones inscribed on the dials.

”What about the book that had the key? Any runes in there?”

"I don't know. Kinda stopped reading when I found the key"

Nothing in the journals that have runes. but the more you stare at them, they do look like some for of ancient language.

Pru pulls out her lyre and begins strumming a few chords to help her think while she looks at the runes.

He begins humming to herself, partial words slipping out here and there.

Finally actual song breaks out. "So understand, Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years, Face up, make your stand, Realize you're living in the golden years."

[Beryl now has Bardic Inspiration for 10 minutes - add 1d6 to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw. - Hope it inspires a solution]

Pru then lets the lyre hang from a hook on her belt and reaches up and traces the runes with her finger, trying to remember anywhere she may have seen them or something similar before in her travels.

[History: 3  ]