Corridor

“What does that mean? ‘A part of the treasury you will make?’” asked Maruc. “Is it some sort of forced labour trap? You are transported somewhere any made to make jewelry for the rest of your life?”

“Ignore it Maruc, unless you want to test Elyas.” said Nicolai whilst he inspected the door opposite. “But I doubt he is too forgiving if you choose to rob him.”

Maruc blustered, “I am no thief! I was merely trying to understand the nature of the riddle.”

Miklos watched Feldard’s expression and thought for a while. “The fabulous wealth in platinum statues alone that Elyas owns ….” He raised an eyebrow. “One moment.” He retraced his steps into the previous corridor and studied one of the statues.

Miklos returned, “I have a theory thats all to do with the expressions on the platinum statues. Have you noticed their wide smiles? The obsessive attention to detail, but more importantly they are all dressed like us? Not one of the Elyan pose amongst them. Do you not think that is strange? If in fact may I be so bold Feldard, that it was your expression upon entering this room that lead me to the thought that who we have been passing are those unfortunate enough to cross the portal.”

“I agree with Miklos. None of the Siswa would crave such wealth. Indeed, I doubt such wealth ever existed in my tribe, no rumor—exaggerated as rumor may be—would suggest as much. Come. Follow me! The witch is what we crave, not illusory wealth.” With those words and heartfelt sense of mission to the missing Siswa girls, Hasan turned abruptly away from the riches before the party. He seized the heavy ring of one of the aged doors ahead of the party, braced himself momentarily, and threw his weight against the door, attempting to push it forward into the next chamber. He followed it forward, brandishing his sword.

On the other side of the door was a dark corridor, 30 feet long. A pair of bronze doors were at the west end, and single wooden doors were on either side directly across from each other, in the middle of the northern and southern walls, reinforced with iron bands.

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  1. Hasan

    “Let’s follow our main quarry as quickly as possible,” urged Hasan. “While we will catch none unawares at this point, we may yet catch them unprepared.” The driven Elyan elf moved forward impatiently, although he slowed himself enough to train his hunter’s ears to the door before opening it, hoping that he may gain some clue of what to expect on the other side.

  2. Feldard (dwf)

    The dwarf silently glowered at the thought of how close he’d come to crossing that boundary and joining the statues. Not a fitting end for a warrior – no, not at all.

    As Hasan pressed forward, Feldard gave himself a mental shake and hurried to catch up – leaving the lead with the elf for the moment but maintain a close second – going to the opposite door of the Siswa elf.

    Feldard stood ready at the northern door while Hasan first listened at the southern, then opened it. Feldard likewise, listened at the northern door but he waited impatiently for the ‘all clear’ signal from Hasan before opening his own.

  3. Feldard (dwf)

    (I am assuming that the door Hasan was checking was one of the side doors and not the double doors at the end of the hall… if that’s incorrect, Feldard would stand to the left of Hasan as he opened the double doors and follow him in.) the room )

  4. Hasan

    Sorry i meant for Hasan to be driving toward the main doors in a kind of rash charge. Maybe correct my comment to something like “…moved forward to the main bronze doors impatiently … “

  5. Miklos (Mu 3)

    “Isn’t this all a little hasty?” called Miklos from behind the group.

  6. Nicolai (T 4)

    As the elf brushed smoothly passed him Nicolai frowned and watched as he cocked his ear at the door and scrabble for the handle. He’d missed several points of safety and certainly no atempt at stealth. Which was mostly why Nicolai was standing next to Miklos when Hasan tried the door.

  7. Maruc (Clr 4)

    Ever present, the priest stood next to Feldard. He turned to him and winked. His gazed returned to the door and what lay beyond.

  8. Feldard (dwf)

    (given the clarification – here’s my altered post)

    The dwarf silently glowered at the thought of how close he’d come to crossing that boundary and joining the statues. Not a fitting end for a warrior – no, not at all.

    As Hasan pressed forward, Feldard gave himself a mental shake and hurried to catch up – leaving the lead with the elf for the moment but maintaining a close second – moving to stand just behind and to the left of the Siswa elf. He stood prepared – axe at the ready – to face whatever lay beyond the door.

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