Lost Mine of Phandelver

"Well that's unfortunate." Says Rigel after the failed attempts to move the stone. He takes out his canteen and says "Unless anybody has any other ideas?" as he implies pouring the bladders contents into the spitoon.

"Are we even sure it's open all the way?" Vanzaren asks, going to inspect any surviving bottles of liquid 

With no objections noted, Rigel starts to pout his own water supply into the spitoon.

As his waterskin empties, the spittoon sinks further into the floor, and the linkage connecting the pressure plate to the door's locking mechanism is actuated and a loud clank is heard and the door swings slightly open. Beyond it is complete darkness...

After doing little more than sweat a lot and nearly embarrass himself when his grip slipped on the crowbar, Marcon wasn't exactly eager to stand up to speak, let alone follow through on a suggestion. But when Rigel's plan seemed to work, he pumps his fist in the air and belts out a, "Now there we go! Progress! Off we go then, eh?" He suggests as he himself began making his way towards the doorway while staying mindful to avoid the first step. "Though I gotta say, if this is the test or whatever she was talk'n 'bout for getting people back home, I still don't quite get it. Unless this whole thing is a test to see if we're worthy of the test or whatever? In which case! ... I dunno what to think." He adds and throws in a shrug towards the end.

With no better explanation to offer, Rigel just shrugs and shakes his as he follows Marcon. He also is mindful of the step. Once at the door he tries to pull/push it all the way open

As the party steps through the darkened doorway, they enter a tunnel and as they walk along they slowly feel as though they are floating through it...their feet still touch the ground, but it as if their bodies are weightless. Before long they are seemingly carried along the corridor whether they want to be or not...a kaleidoscope of lights begins to fill their vision...their voices sound far off to one another...

Some time later, they awaken on the floor of a dank and dimly lit cave. Behind them is the passage from whence they came, to their left is a large rock formation. To their right are two stalagmites; ahead of them, the floor drops into nothingness...

(OOC: see map posted in Discord)

Ronk scratches his head and looks around "Um... Did we do it right?"

"I dont know," Van says, exasperated. "But when I get my hands on Isolt im throwing her into this pit."

"I'd say get in line, but I'm honestly too tired for somethin' that feels close to petty revenge." Marcon admits with a chuckle while striking up a torch to actually see things by. "At least for it'd be so on a purely personal side of things. But eitha way, it'll do us no good to stand 'round her act'n confused. So, let's see if we can rustle up some answers." On that note, the ex-farmhand finally peels himself fully off the ground, briefly inspects his gear, and then out of an abundance of curiosity or foolishness, he walked over to the edge of the abyss for peek down it.

"Well whatever we do it looks like it's gonna happen in this direction." says Rigel as he points to the tunnel opening. Drawing Hew with one hand while activating the third button on his rod, he heads toward the tunnel twin axes in hand.

Garet firmly grabs his new one weapon and old shield and fallows the group 

The large cavern supported by a natural pillar of rock and containing three stalagmites. In the western part of the cave, behind the column of rock, are three bedrolls and a heap of ordinary supplies—sacks of flour, bags of salt, casks of salted meat, lanterns, flasks of lamp oil, pickaxes, shovels, and other gear. Amid the supplies, you see the body of a dwarf miner, dead for at least a week.

The northeastern section of the cavern has collapsed, forming a ten-foot-wide, twenty-foot-deep pit. A sturdy hemp rope is tied off around a nearby stalagmite and dangles down the side of the pit, at the bottom of which is a rough-hewn tunnel heading northwest and east.

"Got a bad feeling about this " Says Rigel as he kneels next to the dwarf and begins to search the corpse.  "Hope I'm wrong."

Perception: 9

Short of someone else pointing out the body, it would take Marcon a good half a minute or so to register as he stared down into the pit with a look of trepidation on his face. But when it comes to his attention one way or another, he walked over somewhat warily with a hand resting near his warhammer, ready to whip it out at a moment's notice. If/When nothing too untoward happens however, Marcon then sighs in relief and goes to rub the back of his head. 

"Poor guy... Uh... 'ey, uh, Mr. Garet? Or any of ya'll, really. Ya don't happen to know any dwarvish prayers? Or, uh, burials, for that matter. My Ma used to say they kinda just made things like, uh, rock tombs for their dead. But, I dunno how true dat is."

Ronk shrugs, spear perched on his shoulder. "I kind of remember my family cutting the heads off of a body and sewing the eyes open... The monks at the temple would put the dead out on a big, flat stone for vultures to eat. I don't think the dwarf would like either of those funerals, though."

"Ya think?!" Marcon said with a mixture of incredulousness and hysteria based amusement on his voice. "I mean, man! I 'eard some stories from Ma that some bugbears, like, cut of heads and do some magic mumbo with'im to turn them into alarms. But, I honestly didn't believe it 'till now -- Granted! What'cha mention was more funerary 'n all, but... whooo-wee~  Learn somethin' everyday."

The body appears to be that of a dwarven miner

Garet will approach the body carefully to investigate reason of death Medicine 12

Garet believes the dwarf was poisoned