“Well, that is interesting.” Saeth mused. “I certainly didn’t expect it to STICK in the wall. We could probably pull this whole thing down without trouble… and if we’re lucky, carry it with us. Can you imagine a shirt made out of that stuff?”
“But what’s its purpose? Damn magic.. never makes any sense whatsoever…” He continued his typical dwarven grumbling as he pushed past the group and moved into the hallway striding towards the curtain.
Hasan looked at Saeth and said wryly, “Never mind the shirt. You’ll be lucky to have enough fabric to make an eye patch once the dwarf’s work is done.”
“Nah, I think it’s Dwarfish high fashion. Pre-battle stressed shirts and trousers. Must be a bomb in Highforge,” said Nicolai.
He shielded his eyes with axe arm, the heavy blade still in hand ready to descend in an arc if something were to suddenly pop out from behind the bright curtain of light. He stopped a foot away and ignoring the typical outbursts of shock and dismay from the others he reached first for the knife, pulling it free from the wall behind, tucking it into his belt, then he reached out once more and tried grasping the ‘fabric’ the curtain of light was made of.
The curtain seemed to be made of cloth. Feeling around the dwarf was able to locate a gap in the fabric, but as he probed, there was more layers of fabric behind. It seemed that it would be fairly easy to push through.
The cleric non-plussed glanced across to the mage, “Well? What do you make of it?”
“Think.” said Miklos, “Why place this here? Magic as a rule of thumb is never used lightly. It must perform some function. Notice its ‘fabric’ like qualities? Gauging but other magics in the area it is most likely to perform a defensive function. It could be another illusion designed to lure us into a trap. It looks inoffensive enough, but again this might be a bluff. Oh for a wand that dispelled illusions! But I am forgetting, there might be a mage nearby. This may be something to confuse and delay us. My gut feeling, as Saeth’s blade has not disappeared, would be to open it or destroy it with enchanted weapons. I wouldn’t suggest touching it with flesh.”
Nicolai turned to Miklos and says, “Doesn’t magic counter magic? What about using only enchanted weapons?”
‘Sure’ the dwarf thought,as his hand touched the curtain ,’the mage says that NOW.’ Grimly, Feldard grasped the ‘fabric’ and gave a huge tug trying to rip it down from the wall. There was a ripping sound, but the curtain was secured firmly. It would take more than one tug to bring it down.
Miklos realised that Nicolai hadn’t quite caught his concluding comment replied, “Exactly my thoughts, but is still only an educated guess, anything could happen.”