"Oh, for crying out loud!" Wallace exclaimed, baffled by how the skeleton managed to avoid 3 consecutive attacks. He drew another arrow and fired, hoping for better luck than the others.

     Dekker watches as another arrow whistles past, missing it's target. Gripping his weapon tighter, he calls out to Taalomar as he readies himself for another attack,

"C'mon! Show us that 'Dwarven' strength, Taalomar!"

"No need to shout!" 

As the mirth filled admonishment goes out,  Taalomar not only bats aside the spear, but brings about his mace for a strike right through its bony hip in one smooth motion!

 "Ah! No wonder why they say 'it's all in the hips'."

The skeleton collapses underneath the weight of Taalomar's mace, turning into dust as the spear clatters to the ground. You can see into the opening now that you are closer, seeing the same strange symbols from the pillars decorating the walls. Unfortunately, you can only see for twenty feet before the hall sharply turns to the right.

"Curious"

     Dekker mumbles to himself, as he leans in to inspect the markings.

"Do any of you think these symbols have any special meaning? Sadly, I am not very well-versed in the arcane arts, but I'd gladly Help where I could."

Ja'han retrieves the arrow stuck in the fallen skeleton and saunters over to Dekker.

"Let me see..."

Taalomar still has his mace at the ready following the defeat of the skeletons, patiently awaiting the arrival of more on the scene after the scuffle. But after a tense moment of silence passes without incident, the 'dwarf' wipes imaginary sweat from his brows, sheaths his mace, then knelt to examine the skeletons. 

"Hmm... No doubt, but.... Hmm~ Interesting. What year is this?"

Taalomar says, though the last question comes out closer to a mutter directed at no one as he picks up one of the spears and began taking its measure, balance, and so on. Even if it wasn't exactly in the best conditions, if he could just get enough of the worthwhile ones...  But he is not so distracted not to keep a proverbial air out for the other two piping up their observations about the symbols. 

Wallace plucked his arrow out of the skeletal remains, then walked over to the others. "Runes and magic aren't exactly my strong suit. These things make sense to any of you?"  He turned to fave the tunnel ahead of them, peering into the darkened area.

Both Taalomar and Ja'han know that most of the symbols are either archaic symbols of death, alternating with symbols of Bhaal

Shaking his head as if to snap out of a trance,  Taalomar does his best to bundle and strap the newfound armaments to his pack. He only really gives pause to examine the designs, then as he went back to task says something nonchalantly.

"Hn... It's nothing. Just symbols of death and Baal and more proof that of Master Evergreens reliability. Now come. We burn much daylight, and I not relish resting anywhere near this site if help it." 

On that note Taalomar shoulders his bag again, dons his shield, and says a curt word in dwarvish. An instance later, the coin he held in his free hand begins giving off bright white light not unlike perfectly polished metal left out in the light. The coin gets immediately smothered by his metallic hand to the point, dimming its intensity. Kind of. Realizing belatedly the others might've been blinded by the display, Taalomar chuckles nervously. 

"Sorry! Sorry. Should've warned. Now 'less any have complaint, I go first! Can't promise mmm... quietness, beyond this point, but... ehhh, I try? Either way, prefer to be close to front." 

"Right behind you, friend."

     Dekker says, as he pats Taalomar's shoulder. He then hesitates a bit before continuing.

"Perhaps maybe you let me check around this corner, first?"

     He smiles, in a way that is pretty obvious that he doesn't do it often. Mostly just an effort to be polite. Dekker then keeps his staff readied in his main hand as he cautiously walks up to the sharp corner of the hallway, peeking around to see if there might be any immediate danger.

Dekker, you see the hallway continue for about 10 feet before it reaches a wooden door that appears to have some kind of glowing blue rune on the door.

"It would be kind of you to give us some notice next time you decide to blind us, Friend Taalomar, or else I may not be able to call you friend anymore," Ja'han jests, delivering a soft punch to the dwarf's armored shoulder. He hoped his friend knew he was only joking.

The monk follows Dekker and stands behind the druid as he checks around the corner, keeping a hand on his red cord-wrapped sword hilt in case there is danger waiting on the other side.

"That's quite the light you've got there." Wallace told Taalomar, rubbing the shine out of his eyes. "If this dungeon is as dark as it appears, that little light could come in handy." Following along behind the others, Wallace came to the corner of the hall. "Well, that's almost certainly some kind of trap." he said, peering around the corner at the glowing rune on the door. He began looking over the door and the walls around them, looking for similar runes or any indication as to how the rune may operate. "It's probably some spell I'm not familiar with, but maybe there's something around here that'll shed some light on how to handle it."

Taalomar kindly steps aside, but makes a mental note to keep at least with easy dashing range (35') once the group gets deeper into the temple. That aside, he accepts the jests and complaints with an awkward but throaty chuckle. He trails after the others having fully pocketed the glowing coin for the time being. At the mention of 'traps' and 'spells' the 'dwarf' "hmms' and taps at his chin in thought.

"If we not in rush. I can ask the Father for some guidance in matter? At very least, we will know for certain of type of trap if really magical."

Afterwards, if giving the go ahead by the others Taalomar places a hand over an eye, and begins to chant in dwarvish the ritual for detect magic. And if given the chance to complete it, he steps begs folk pardon as he makes his way temporarily to the front. 

Wallace, you know that the rune is much less trap-like in nature, and much more of the "locking this door" variety of spell.

Taalomar, you know that the rune on the door is magical, but the door is not. You can also sense that it is Abjuration magic.

"Obviously someone doesn't want us here, meddling about in their dungeon."

     Dekker chuckles to himself.

"Unless we have a way to disperse of this rune..."

     He reaches for his weapon, raising it in the air a bit.

"We may have to resort to more... Primitive ways."

"Hmm... If we're still doing the quiet thing, then... give me an hour 'nd......"

Taalomar cants his head from side to side before shaking his head with a sigh. 

"No, no. Not enough, I do not think. And quarry might pull fast one and notice presence sooner."

He looks to Dekker after and snorts seeing the weapon. Although if it is still aglow in some fashion, his next words at least sound more polite.

"No offense, Dekker. But, if we're to go the primitive way... It best I do. That rune--"

He jabs a finger at the rune before carrying on in a more excitable tone.

"Abjuration. Or as this teeth-ling woman I met -- nice woman. I introduce one day -- once said, 'Bug Repellent'. Gonna need more 'oomph' to muscle through this one I think. And I am full of both 'oomph' and know way 'round door construction. So, if all back 'round corner. I take care. Yes? All agree?"  

Ja'han nodded. "Agreed, Friend Taalomar. We'll be ready to assist you should there be any abominations behind the door."

The monk moved back around the corner and drew his sword, waiting in suspense for his dwarf friend to try and break the spell on the door with brute force.