Hank moves forward and puts his shoulder to the item...

Strength check: 13

Hank as you push the altar aside, a cultist from the darkened room takes a stab at you!

Dagger Attack: 21 Damage: 5

A hit! Kill him quickly!

CAST OF THE PIT DELVERS
NOPE: Oliver - Warrior(AC12/HP11), Dirk - Warrior(AC17/HP12)
MERLIN: Red - Dwarven Thief(AC11/HP6)
DRAGONDENN: Hank - Warrior(AC13/HP9), Wilma - Wizard(AC11/HP2)
RASEC: Loki - Warrior(AC13/HP15)

Hank, grimacing at the wound, lashes out with his longsword...

To hit: 11 plus warrior dice: 1
Damage: 8 plus warrior dice above.

Dirk rushes forward seeing the cultist stab Hank, bringing his massive ax down on the fiend.

Attack: 16 Damage: 5

Loki will also add in to the attacks on the lone cultist, mentally pondering if they left one cultist in every room.

Attack: 6 + 3 Damage: 12 + 2

The cultist is easily dispatched, exploding into a tentacled mess, and dying.

This room is just like the first altar room. The cultists are surely aware of your presence. Be on your guard. Stranglely, however, this altar does not contain the glossy black stones or a brass censer. From here, you can see AREA 1-4 which leads back to the stairway of the pit. From here, you can go to 1-12, or go back outside to 1-4 and take your chances on the outside steps again.

Oliver eyes the altar warily before assessing the group's options. "I'm not for heading back to those stairs. I vote we proceed that way (pointing toward 1-12)."

Dirk, absently-mindedly wiping his axe blade clean on the remains of the tentacle cultist, nods. "We came to explore not run away..." he pauses, offering a wink to Oliver. "This time, at least."

The massive blacksmith warily moves forward, axe readied for the next cultist target.

Res the Wimp counters with “Thats easy for you all to say....you haven’t donated any blood yet!  I’ve donated half my blood supply....anyone have any boo-boo kits?”

Hank shrugs, wincing a bit at his own wounds, but heads with the others.

Wilma looks over the alter a bit longer, noting the lack of the glossy stones and the sensor.  “Wonder why the first one had those and this does not...” She says as she considers.

Int check?  12 if it applies, ignore if it does not.

It's a good roll, but you'd have no idea why.

AREA 1-12

The tight corners of this passageway don't allow too much freedom, but they descend., angling downward. With each right angle, the elevation drops about two feet. It leads into AREA 1-13.

AREA 1-13

This tiny chamber is barely 5 feet wide on all sides with a low ceiling. You observe something very strange: there is a puddle on the ceiling, and water slowly drips from the floor to the ceiling, filling the puddle drop by drop. 

Suddenly quite nervous, Red quickly backs out of the room and heads back up the stairs.  "This room gives me the creeps....and feels like a trap about to be sprung.  Let's skedaddle!"

Dirk pauses in the doorway, shifting his axe to his shield hand and drawing out a dart. He motions his head for everyone else to move back. "Let's try something first." The blacksmith tosses his dart toward the puddle on the ceiling.

Attack: 10 Damage: 5

The dart follows gravity as you know it and hits the puddle on the ceiling, then clatters to the ground as it should.

Nothing else happens.

Dirk shrugs, turning to the others before resting his gaze on Red. "Trapsmith, should I get the dart or is it a trap?"

Red, nervous as hell, stops his sprint back up the stairs to turn back around, huffing and puffing from exhaustion, to help Dirk retrieve his dart.

Red's Trap Finding skill check: 12

"Very interesting..." Wilma says, taking notes of the water dripping the wrong direction. "Can someone please step in there and see what happens?" She suggests, clearly interested in seeing the result of that action.

"Nope." Hank says, not about to be the first to try that one out.

Dirk shrugs again, readying his axe and shield once again and moves to retrieve his dart.

You take the dart, can feel the water dripping upward, but nothing else happens. It's an anomaly, as if space and time work differently in this one very particular spot. It's very creepy.

Loki rubs his face and sighs, "Okay. The puddle is weird. We know that, can we please just move on?"

Wilma tuts in disappointment.  "I was hoping something a little more interesting would happen..." She says, but shrugs.  "Let's continue then..."