“Dwarf! You alright in there? I hear not a thing!” The Elf’s voice echoed up the hallway, reverberations emphasizing the silence of the dispatch of the spider.
Feldard worked his way towards the sleeping arachnid, avoiding the webbing as needed. He didn’t dally or waste time in finishing off the spider. “Well, that was a challenge.”
“Well Master Feldard a challenge was not what it was meant to be.” Miklos said. “Fortunately there was only one of them it could have been much worse. Now that you mention a door ahaed of us I see that my fears of raising alarm for the other dwellers of the castle were unfounded.” Miklos then left to return his studies.
Feldard noted the door, and pointed it out to Nicolai. “Can you check to see if it’s locked, without announcing our presence to whatever is behind it?”
“I think it might be a good idea if we used a torch to burn away this webbing whilst we have time,” suggested Nicolai. “I would hate to get stuck in it if we need to retreat urgently at some point.”
So, they set about to do just that. The webs burned away quite easily, clearing the hallway. After searching for traps and examining the ceiling, Nicolai moved towards to door, with Feldard backing him.
The sturdy door had no knob. In the center of it, there was large keyhole located in the mouth of a skull which seemed to rise menacingly out of the metal surface.
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Miklos returned to the quiet room where Maruc was mumbling to himself. Miklos did’t catch the words but it wasn’t disturbing. He sat down next to him and flipped open his book and bent to the task of learning a new spell. This time he set about memorising magic missile. He guessed it would be more useful against the undead.
Maruc hardly noticed the young mage sit down beside him. Since there where no crys of alarm Maruc guessed that Miklos’s plan had worked. “Well done.” he mumbled trying not to break his concentration, then he returned to communing with his God.