"This door is concerning me. Either there is some form of magical silence behind it, a brick wall, or it is just really thick and good at sealing out sounds. I can't even hear air moving behind it which I can behind most doors."

Ember sighs.  "Look, we've got a tiny hut.  And with a long rest I can use fireballs again.  Which would be good for meeting the master or the undead.  Let's get a long rest and if the silent door is locked we blast the undead."

"You want to just stay here for hours on end?" Flax seems agitated, like a caged animal. Already pacing by the end of the one hour break. "We should be trying to flee quickly. Escape this place. The longer we wait the more likely there are reinforcements who will notice our escape, or the havok we've made out there of the guards, and the shambling undead." He gives Ember a good evaluating once over. "If you are too weary to carry on, I will gladly carry you, while we get free from this place. That is our goal is it not, to escape?"

"You don't need to carry me" Ember says.  "Let's go then."

"Don't worry, Ember.  If Flax can't take care of you, I'll pick up his slack - like I always have."  Kordia winks at Ember and smiles as she moves up to the 'quiet door'.

Looking at Artan, she whispers, "Think this is a trap waiting to catch us or we are just 'that lucky' to find a safe way out of this madhouse?"

With a look at the door and those waiting behind her, Kordia will attempt one last 'listen with an ear to the door'... just in case.

Perception: 24

Making the decision to carry on, the party stands, brushes themselves off, puts on their gear, and heads out. Kordia tries to listen at the door, but hears nothing except eerie silence. She shivers, reminded of the quiet of the Underdark tunnels, except in the tunnels, you could at least hear the sighing of wind or the drip of water. Here, there is nothing except the sound of breath entering and leaving your chests.

Ready for what lies beyond, the party draws their weapons, and watches as Kordia opens the door. The un-oiled hinges squeak loudly, and she peers in to the corridor on the other side: an impossibly long tunnel, which end stretches far into the darkness. Portraits line the walls, and on closer inspection, they seem to depict the party members dying in gruesome ways. That isn't creepy at all. Oh! Who knew you could use a sword that way? I feel sick. 

After hearing Ember's concerns and before exiting the room, Kordia will rummage about in her bags and pull out a lantern, hooded and fills it with a flask of oil. 

Once lit, she will pass it to Ember,  "You can brighten our way or shield the light as needed - both essential for this party to see what it to come."  

"OK boss."  says Ember with a smile.

Kordia clucks her tongue and snorts a cutoff laugh as she lightly punches Ember in her shoulder.   

"Snk", a small laugh is cut short by Ember as she respnds to the joke.

Do you make your way down the tunnel?

Yep. Beshlog can take the rear-guard.

We lock the door.before we leave if we hadnt.

Artan is looking at the pictures. Is everyone here depicted? Especially thinking about Salastor

Ember locks the door behind you, and the party starts to make their way down the tunnel. As you walk, the soft patter of your footsteps echoing against the hewn stone floor, Artan studies the painting. Strangely enough, it seems to depict everyone but Salastor. And, weirdly, Beshlog. No pictures of either of the two can be found anywhere, though Artan's keen eyes comb through the numerous painting adorning the smooth, carved walls.

Various other decorations adorn the tunnel, such as vases on birch tables and potted plants. If you imagine hard enough, you can almost picture yourself walking the halls of some resplendent mansion, albeit one underground where all the portraits are of your friends dying gruesome deaths. But other than that, but other than that, it's practically the same thing as a normal castle.

You keep walking for what feels like forever, the hallway seemingly never ending in its length. After a while, you feel something is off.

I NEED EVERYONE TO MAKE A PERCEPTION CHECK

14  perception

Beshlog perception: 20 (nat)

Flax with a solid 9 perception. He is taking point, as he always angles to put himself between allies and danger or the unknown. But may be preoccupied, distracted still by the paintings.

15

"Beshlog, can you please explain why you aren't on the pictures here? We already know Salastor is not fully trustworthy and would likely try murder us all if his master even suggested that would please him. But you seemed genuine. For your sake, and for the memory of Emilia I hope you actually are."

Perception:  6