Continuing onwards, Zheng finds himself in the room, bookshelves towering over him while a desk sits in a corner. He tracks the strand of magic to the desk, looping and weaving into a cabinet. Inside sits a metal lever, connected to nothing but radiating energy anyhow.
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"I think I have found the way to release you from the magic. If you tie the rope to the ceiling or Lan can pull you closer to the ground I will try to end the magic.”
As soon as Zheng thinks Xi is prepared he will activate the lever. When that is finished Zheng will take a moment to ask his God for guidance before looking for any evidence of someone being in the room recently.
Lan winces as Zheng shoots ceiling-ward and thumps down beyond the threshold. “Apologies, friend—my eyes were on Xi and I missed your step,” he calls, voice low in the hollow stair. He resets Stone-whorl across the passage, wraps the rope twice around its dragon-spine, and braces his boots.
“Xi—toss me your line. I’ll keep it taut so you can hand-over-hand your way to my right-side down. Slow and steady; I’ll take the weight.” He settles into the belay, breath counting heartbeats, ready to pay out or haul in at her word.
Zheng flicks the lever, and almost immediately, Xi feels the ground disappear under her feet. She shoots towards the ceiling/floor, clutching on to her rope. Suddenly -- a reversal, and she's shooting away from the ceiling, the floor approaching below her. And she lands, two feet on the ground, next to Lan.
Zheng, in the room, feels a release of magic as the trap vanishes. Now, looking around the room more carefully, he sees a magnificent room that most likely is a study. Several bookshelves, bursting to the seams with books and papers, are illuminated by a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. On the vaulted ceiling, he sees paintings of people casting spells, presumably telling a story of some sort. A single window, covered by iron bars, shows the view outside -- stars glimmer in the dusk, a picturesque scene. Fifty feet below you, the canopy lies, dark leaves reaching out in all directions. It's a beautiful scene, and you're envious of those who must reside here -- the view is perfect.
Continuing onwards, Zheng finds himself in the room, bookshelves towering over him while a desk sits in a corner. He tracks the strand of magic to the desk, looping and weaving into a cabinet. Inside sits a metal lever, connected to nothing but radiating energy anyhow.
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DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
Zheng will yell to Xi.
"I think I have found the way to release you from the magic. If you tie the rope to the ceiling or Lan can pull you closer to the ground I will try to end the magic.”
As soon as Zheng thinks Xi is prepared he will activate the lever. When that is finished Zheng will take a moment to ask his God for guidance before looking for any evidence of someone being in the room recently.
Survival Roll: 22
Lan winces as Zheng shoots ceiling-ward and thumps down beyond the threshold. “Apologies, friend—my eyes were on Xi and I missed your step,” he calls, voice low in the hollow stair. He resets Stone-whorl across the passage, wraps the rope twice around its dragon-spine, and braces his boots.
“Xi—toss me your line. I’ll keep it taut so you can hand-over-hand your way to my right-side down. Slow and steady; I’ll take the weight.” He settles into the belay, breath counting heartbeats, ready to pay out or haul in at her word.
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Xi throws the rope to Lan and walks to a point halfway between Lan & the brick.
"Ok, I'm ready"
(Do I need to rollanything?)
(OOC: No.)
Zheng flicks the lever, and almost immediately, Xi feels the ground disappear under her feet. She shoots towards the ceiling/floor, clutching on to her rope. Suddenly -- a reversal, and she's shooting away from the ceiling, the floor approaching below her. And she lands, two feet on the ground, next to Lan.
Zheng, in the room, feels a release of magic as the trap vanishes. Now, looking around the room more carefully, he sees a magnificent room that most likely is a study. Several bookshelves, bursting to the seams with books and papers, are illuminated by a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. On the vaulted ceiling, he sees paintings of people casting spells, presumably telling a story of some sort. A single window, covered by iron bars, shows the view outside -- stars glimmer in the dusk, a picturesque scene. Fifty feet below you, the canopy lies, dark leaves reaching out in all directions. It's a beautiful scene, and you're envious of those who must reside here -- the view is perfect.
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DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana