stilgar opens his pocket and whispers to his newt friend before removing a polished set of thieves tools. he scrolls through his options choosing the perfect instrument with the focus and precision of a surgeon(not the sloshed ones with their pants down sleeping it off in the local alley).
Stilgar gives it his best attempt. The lock is a bit old and antiquated but still holds strong. He tries again and again but he seems to have no luck. Right before giving, he decides to give it one more try... *click* The lock is now open.
The door opens up to a stairs that descend and curve around to the left after a few feet. The wall inhibits Stilgar from seeing the bottom. The staircase is illuminated by a torch on the right wall. The flickering of the flame forces Stilgar shadow to dance on the wall as he ponders his next move.
Ash takes note of Rena's appearance during her introduction and offer of dinner. Perception: 13 "Dinner sounds nice. Perhaps you could make use of these pickles."
stilgar creeps down the winding staircase careful not to make any noise. he should be focused on the task at hand but one persistent thought keeps invading his mind...
Stilgar heads down the stairs, it loops around 180 degrees and leads into a hallway. The hallway is dark but is illuminated slightly by the one torch on the right wall. The hallway is 10 feet wide and 40 feet long. There are 3 doors. One on the left. One at the end of the hallway. One on the right.
The withches respond to Darrimus and say "It is the town where Mother resides with her children. We get to go the Town Below when we succesfull birth a child for Mother." The witch pulls up her sleeve, showing a small mass on her arm. "I still have a ways to go but hopefully it goes well."
Stilgar checks the three doors and finds that the door at the end of the hallway has the most apparent ware on it from daily use.
Stilgar walks into a dark room. The only illumination is from the hallway, which gives a bit of light to about 10 feet. The room extends further back, but due to the darkness he can not see what lies in the rear of the room.
stilgar gives the door a quick check for traps and witchy spells. if clear, he will use his mage hand to open the door and sneak in
investigation: 15
He does not find any traps, but when he turns the handle he does realizes the door is locked.
stilgar opens his pocket and whispers to his newt friend before removing a polished set of thieves tools. he scrolls through his options choosing the perfect instrument with the focus and precision of a surgeon(not the sloshed ones with their pants down sleeping it off in the local alley).
”should be...just...a...moment...”
15
Stilgar gives it his best attempt. The lock is a bit old and antiquated but still holds strong. He tries again and again but he seems to have no luck. Right before giving, he decides to give it one more try... *click* The lock is now open.
“whew...wasnt sure she was gonna cooperate.”
stilgar wipes the sweat from his brow before rolling up his tools and preceding through the door.
The door opens up to a stairs that descend and curve around to the left after a few feet. The wall inhibits Stilgar from seeing the bottom. The staircase is illuminated by a torch on the right wall. The flickering of the flame forces Stilgar shadow to dance on the wall as he ponders his next move.
Ash takes note of Rena's appearance during her introduction and offer of dinner.
Perception: 13
"Dinner sounds nice. Perhaps you could make use of these pickles."
Rena takes Ash up on his offer and replies "I'll purchase 10. I have just the idea."
The small newt does its best claps in congratulations on Stilgar's success. Laurentia does her best to keep senses on point.
Perception 22
stilgar creeps down the winding staircase careful not to make any noise. he should be focused on the task at hand but one persistent thought keeps invading his mind...
”god i hope they save us a pickle...”
Laurentia's little newt tummy grumbles softly at the mention of the delicious pickles. She licks her lips.
Darrimus smiles.
"Ah! That may be our next venture. Please tell me more of this Town Below."
Stilgar heads down the stairs, it loops around 180 degrees and leads into a hallway. The hallway is dark but is illuminated slightly by the one torch on the right wall. The hallway is 10 feet wide and 40 feet long. There are 3 doors. One on the left. One at the end of the hallway. One on the right.
Ash discreetly uses his dagger to cut off a piece of garb to insert into his nearly empty beer bottle.
“options...”
stilgar inspects the doors, searching for which one has seen the most and least wear and tear from everyday use.
investigation: 26
The withches respond to Darrimus and say "It is the town where Mother resides with her children. We get to go the Town Below when we succesfull birth a child for Mother." The witch pulls up her sleeve, showing a small mass on her arm. "I still have a ways to go but hopefully it goes well."
Stilgar checks the three doors and finds that the door at the end of the hallway has the most apparent ware on it from daily use.
stilgar uses his mage hand and opens the door, continuing his journey into the depths of the witchy labyrinth
Ash almost drops his fire bottle at the base of the tree, but catches it swiftly before it hits the ground.
"Close call."
Stilgar walks into a dark room. The only illumination is from the hallway, which gives a bit of light to about 10 feet. The room extends further back, but due to the darkness he can not see what lies in the rear of the room.
with a twirl of the finger and a snap, stilgar summons a large ball of light to help guide his way through the darkness.