The group was split on the upper floor exploring. We had a rough map from Arik on the general layout of the 2nd floor with a few things we might find there. The party wanted to go for the 2nd Corfard statue and take out the Guardians there but it was quite a distance away and the halls were not going to remain empty or sparse as the lower floor. In BX, wandering monsters and the cascade up of protracted fights could quickly spiral the situation out of the party's control. So that's why there was a split on what to do between Discord and the email conversations.
Follows:
TWO HUNDRED TWENTY SEVEN
(I/C)
Shoving a handful of leaves from the open bags into his Robe’s pocket, Lannis offered, "While the view is beautiful the viewers are not. If we know the way I say we take it. No reason to tarry here,” he hitched his thumb towards Lyra, “assuming Red Hare can drag herself away from the bags of feed we found."
Swinging her Lolthian Flail absently, Lyra retorted, “Did sucking your mother’s tit until you were twenty make you obnoxious AND colorblind? I don’t have red hair.” She fingered her dirty blond locks, “I actually have a soul.”
"Whatever,” he sneered. “If I had known your hair color you probably would have had the same reaction, accusing me of gazing at you too much or something."
Giving the Magic User a nudge, Kovid muttered, “Already ready already. Let’s go folks.”
Nodding to Brendon, Wyn said, “Forward.” He then smiled and pointed to the door, “And by forward I mean trough dat door. In case dat wasn’t clear.”
“Gotcha, Boss.”
Voice dropping to a whisper, Abraxas stepped up, weapon ready. "Let's proceed amigos. Nunca aqui for us."
At the door marked with three lines of text, the top read, “Blessed Corfard,” the others were in another 2 languages. Being next in line with Abraxas, Wyn frowned. “Why would someone write ‘Blessed Corfard’ in Common an in de Goblin?” he pointed to the second row.
“What’s the bottom say?” Lyra asked, frowning at the strange lettering.
Lannis was rubbing his chin. “If I was a betting man, I’d say it says the same thing. The letters are Draconic in their form but the language is not Draconic.”
“Could be those Salamander Adepts?” Kovid asked quietly. “They’re a bit lizard like.”
“Hokay, but why write Blessed Corfard on de door in trios languages?” Wyn asked.
“Don’t know, but let’s be aware.” Brendon stepped aside and motioned for Abraxas to open the portal. “Oh yeah,” he said with a smile, “Forgot this was part of the yob.” He gripped the handle and prepared to open the door away from the party and to the right. “Uno…Dos…Tres.”
The door turned and showed a passage running south. And it was flashing.
Lights were randomly flashing in the chamber giving it a strobe effect, but enough to see another portal at the other side of the corridor on the west wall. Looking around, Brendon held his hand up and sneaked in, looking about, eyes peeled for traps (<Find Traps, Red 03 – Perfect Score). And he pointed up and said, “Gotcha Damocles.”
Hanging from the ceiling with no hooks or guides or wires were three long Elven scimitars, weaving slightly in place. The Scout spent a few moments inching forward and running his hand ahead. And he could see where if he were to break the light line where the flashes went off, it would activate the swords above. “It’s Magic,” he whispered back to the group, “I’d set Poseidon’s Teeth on it. Step into the hall and the swords activate.”
“And fucking kill us,” Lyra groused.
“Then how the hell do the morons that work for Corfard make their way past?”
Kovid shrugged, “Another lever to turn off traps beyond that door?” He pointed.
“And get ginsuified going down there,” Abraxas looked unhappy. “Nada.”
Brendon had been watching the swords for a bit and then held up his hand. “Hang on,” he said with brows furrowed. “I think…those swords…aren’t real.”
“Um, hello?” Lannis pointed to them. “Swords?! Yes?”
“I know, numbnuts. I mean, they might be illusions. See?” He pointed to them carefully, “No reflection of the light here and here, there’s a smoothness to them.” He lifted the lantern and pointed it at the closest sword, “See? Metal isn’t quite the right color and the edges appear to be almost too square. I don’t think the swords are real.”
Lannis (<Half Int, Pink 3) and Wyn (<Half Int, Orange 4) both looked where the Thief was looking and eventually nodded their heads in unison. “I see. I see. So the flashing lights and swords? Swords look real but aren’t.”
“Can they kill you?” Kovid asked.
“If you don’t 100% believe they are fake, then yeah they can,” Lannis commented.
“Well how the fuck do I do that?!?”
“I dunno, be a mage? Spend 12 years of your life learning about magic and the intricacies behind it?”
Kovid pointed at Brendon, “And him?”
“A lifetime of expecting death from a thousand different sources, a family’s rough life and abandonment and scorn, 4 years of fighting the Crown’s enemies with only wit and will to see me through, and finally Poseidon’s fickle luck,” Brendon replied.
“Enough,” Lyra admonished. “Illusion, real, or whatever. How does the Dragon’s people get down this hall and how do we do it as well?
Time now is Day 6, 3:18 PM
(OOC)
At the front of the hall, lights flashing, three scimitars hanging from the ceiling. What’s the plan?
Explore XP: 45 XP each. Brendon take 50 xp
Dwarf is 5 XP away! Lol
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