"Weell, th' door bes swollen tight," Twist says. "Could bes thar's wa'er behind th' door sos when it bes opened, splooosh, wes bes swept away lik' leaves inna storm. Maybes anyways. Moight bes som'pin' e'en worst, ye ken." He rubs his hands together.

"If wes ready...?" Upon agreement he will see about opening the door - slowly.  "Master Brocc, if'n ye'd oblige me an' help brace th' door jes in case she wants t' pop open sudden loik, eh?"

Brocc just grins, rolls back his sleeves once (only for them to fall back anyways), and gets in place as directed by the elf. "Rest of you lot perhaps want to be at the base of the stairs for this one. For it's gonna be a bumpy one if water comes a rushing through." He warns, should the other two have made their way to the top. He tuen gives Twist the go ahead once everyone is set to go.

"Gads, this is probably going to make a mess of my clothes," Symon complains. "Ah, shut it 'n pull ye lilly livered fluff!" Twist says with a grunt as he puls and tries to ease the door open against the combined resistance of himself and Master Brocc bracing it from suddenly springing  open. "What happens if the door pushes open?" Symon sneers in reply, pushing away.

With Brocc and Twist both trying to open the door while being careful to keep it braced they both struggle for a few second to get it free of its jamb. It finally pulls free and cracks open. A flood does come out but not of water. Light floods out of the cracked door. When the door is opened fully everyone can see a 30-foot-square room. The floor of the room is coated with several inches of thick mud. Above the muddy floor, nine silvery globes hang suspended by wires from the ceiling. They all look somewhat like frosted glass and give off a diffuse light.

"What in th' blazes 'r this'?" Twist blurts out. "A loight sensitive mud golem? Tha' 'uld be o'r luck."  He sniffs the air. "Yeck," says Symon.

What does it smell like, if other than mud?

Have you ever smelled a field after it's flooded? It smells a lot like that. A moist muddy smell mixed with a slight smell of algae and natural decay. 

"Too natural smelling for that, though that would be quite the trap." Brocc chuckled, finding amusement in Symon's distress. "A curious one room, though. Nine silvery globes. Ground full of mud. Clearly a trap to make it difficult to move should we mess with those things. But also quite possibly containing or connected in someway to one our prizes. Hn." Without waiting for a response, Brocc marches on at least past the door, rubbing his chin as he looked up at the closest orbs.

(How high up are the globes? Would Brocc need for instance a boost to even come close to studying them?)

The mud squishes under Brocc's feet as he enters the room. The globes are 7' from the floor. Brocc takes a closer look at the first three. From what you can see they are all identical. 

"Why that -- of course you would put the most interesting thing just out of reach of the small folk. That dirty, rat bastard of a thief. Harrumph!" Well, we'll see about that, or my name isn't Brocc Brimblebacc." He trudges his way right up to the most center of the room before turning back and waving people on closer. "Johnson! Get over here. I need a boost. C'mon -- chop, chop."

Johnson and Jak both make their way into the room. Johnson looks at you a little oddly at your recommendation of a boost but says "Very well. You can climb on my shoulders if you wish"

Jak being taller uses his longbow to poke at the globe a bit. To test what is made of and move it around a bit.

"Much appreciated, much appreciated. Let's see if we can, hm, get one down I guess without breaking it. As I need to examine it more closely." Brocc eventually squirrels his way up onto the dwarf's shoulders, and with his hands outstretched, can just barely get his fingers onto the globe. Assuming it didn't immediately shatter upon impact, he firmed up his grip a bit more, and began tugging, hoping to yank it off its cord.

Athletics: 12.
(if needed)

If that didn't work, then he frowns and mumbles and tugs at his beard most fiercely. "I had been hoping to avoid the cave man approach. But seeing as your so insistent upon it--" He draws the warhammer, and makes to crack open the center-most orb in one mighty stroke. Either which, poor Johnson is subject to some muddy shoulders unless Symon decides busily clean things off during his work.

Brocc manages to get fingers around the globe, not only doesn't it shatter but it supports his weight hanging off it and shaking it about. He has to resort to more primitive measures and crack it with his warhammer.

A few things happen at almost the same time. 

First, the door slams close. Second, Brocc finds himself on his ass on the muddy floor. The sound of the globe breaking is mixed with unearthly screams as Johnson and Jak for all practical purposes disappear. Simon having a good view can see that it looks as if a giant hand picks them up by their shirt collars and drags them into... well, something. A hole? A whirlpool?

Then in a flash of light 2 figures seem to pour out of the shattered globe. A Tiefling and a Half Orc fall to the floor, barely missing Brocc and land in the mud with a Splat!

Wow so that just happened

 so i have been removed from the campaign, im  moving on to another campaign so goodbye. Im sorry i was a letdown group...

"Good grief!" Symon expostulates, "don't you two look a fright, like some sort of mad potters gone berserk in a mud pit.  Need some soap?"

Twist grins at the two things in the mud, "If'n ye've bad intintions ye best say yer pra'rs," he growls as he aim a nasty, pointy arrow at them, waiting to see if they're hostile.

“Awrgh!” The tiefling places her hand at the small of her back and arches her spine, wincing. She then sees the arrow pointed at her and after hearing the proclamation raises an eyebrow. “Darling it’s impolite for a gentleman to point his stick at me before buying dinner.  Help a lady up?” She holds out her hand for assistance.

Kugu grunts as she hits the mud with a splat. Rage flickers through at the sting of a sore bottom. She grunts again seeing the elf pointing the arrow at them. With what could be a smirk, she stands. As she does she grabs the gnome by his clothes  (if she can) and sets him on his feet. Giving him a rough pat on the shoulder she turns to the elf. "We could say the same to you little man," she said in a low guttural voice then with another attempt at a smirk around her orcish tusks added, "But you'd need more than arrows."

Brocc just kinds of sits there in the mud, staring up in a daze for the first minute. Sure, he heard the tension, and probably should do something about it. But... It is not until he is picked back that he comes back to his senses, tugging absently at any mud that got caught up in his beard. "We... have bigger fishes to fry." He says, no longer his usual blustering and brisk self. After giving the two new arrivals a once over, he nods, and looks up to the orbs. "Symon. Do be a good lad, and see about the door? I fear that its, well... just look it over once more, won't you?" He request calmly before turning to address the new duo.

"Brocc Brimblebacc, explorer, among other things. One of which incidentally seems to involve your, well, arrival. Which, I suspect given the circumstances, likely involved a switcharoo taking place with our two other companions." He holds up a hand. "Not to worry though, we'll, uhm... w-we'll have this all sorted in just a jiff. Once the door situation is confirmed, mayhaps those baubles you see hanging there might be of help in the matter." He forces a wide smile on his tanned and aged face.

Kugu eyes Brocc then back to the elf still armed. She makes a grunt with a small nod. "We got business here, aye. I'm Kugu. What's wrong with the door?" She now looks at the door, trying to determine what's wrong with it. 

(if needed: Investigation: 12 or Perception: 13  )

Brocc breathes a sigh of relief. He really wasn't looking forward to fighting in a muddy room, let alone one with mysterious orbs of great power. "Wellll, that's just it, I don't know! All I do know with any degree of certainty is that smashing one of those-" He points up to the orbs. "Makes something happen, and closed the doors behind us. So, before we go smashing anymore things, I figure we check to see if the door is sealed."

Twist will relax his bow, "One arrer moight not do anythin, but foindin' one stickin' inta yer arse moight bes a wee bit undignifoid, doncha think?"  He seems to brighten at the though.

"You know, Twist!" Symon says rather sharply. "You can be downright rude sometimes."  He looks at the newcomers, "You'll have to forgive Twist, he has the manners of a lout!" He shakes his head rather ruefully.  "Not sure but that that the slamming door might signify a trap of some kind."  He looks around warily, "Ois bes thinkin' we're infer it noo.  But p'raps it bes noothin' but th' breeze."  He scowls, "Symon yer noothin' bu' a clean freak an' a fluff!"