Ancient Chamber


“Hello. What do we have here?”said the mage as he traced the edge of the door. “Feldard, come down here and see what you make of this. I think its some sort of concealed door. I think its worth a look.”

Whilst the dwarf descended Miklos carefully checked for any noise and to see if there was a opening mechanism.

Maruc looked around and played out the rope then secured it to a close staligmite. He then lowered himself down the rope after the dwarf.

“Hernane, come on!” shouted Hasan, as he followed the humans down the rope ladder.

Stephan followed the others down the rope. “Hopefully this rope will remain for our exit.” He used his lightstone to inspect the midden paying special attention to the door edge Miklos discovered.

Hernane, upon hearing Hasan’s command, left her position of rear guard and follows the other group members down the rope.

It took some prompting to get Feldard attached to the rope and into the midden pit. Once down, he went straight for the opening, checking it out, ensuring it was stable enough to traverse through.

Satisfied, he glanced over the assembled group. “Lets make this quick before the orcs see that rope and toss it back down.”
With axe in hand, the dwarf set off down the opening.”

The small opening led to a dank but once-fine chamber. Dripping water and mold have smeared the wall-paintings and the plaster of the ceiling has flaked away, mixing with the bones of three humanoid creatures on the floor. Lined up on stone benches to either side, and apparently untouched by the decay around them, were a dozen silver statuettes, each about a foot high.

The statues depicted robed men with jackal-like heads. Stephan drew out the tiny statue he had found atop Mount Mt’a Ihkhara many years ago during his youth. The sculptures in the room were larger versions of his good luck charm.

A cave collapse has sealed off the only other exit from the chamber.



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7 responses to “Ancient Chamber

  1. Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 19,615/24000
    Miklos: 19,710/20000
    Feldard: 19,705/34000
    Hasan: 18,830/32000
    Stephan: 18,650/32000

  2. Stephan

    Stephan inhaled sharply in shock. The others turned to see if he was choking on webbing or something.

    “Merciful, Halav,” he genuflected as he spoke. Seemingly paralyzed for a moment, it was several seconds before Stephan clumsily fumbled at his neck pouch — which had to be hoisted out of the armor covering his chest — trying to extract something. Someone put a light on his hands and then everyone stepped closer to see the small object he held. It was a perfect replica of the larger, but still diminutive, statues that lined the walls.

    Stephan found his voice again. “I’ve no idea what this is but have carried it since my youth.” He turned the statue for all to see. Then rotated it so his companions could see the bottom.

    “There are strange marks on the bottom.”

  3. Hasan

    Hasan pulled his spellbook from his battered pack. He turned quickly through the familiar pages and then read slowly. The elf exhaled deliberately. The others then saw his brow furrow and his hands spasm between fists and full extension three times. And then he sighed in relief and was done.

    (He will cast detect magic.)

  4. Hernane

    Hernane, squinted in the gloom of the glow stones at the tiny scratching on Stephen’s keepsake. She did not recognise them and could not tell what they might mean. She leaned in closer and lifted up one of the silver statues to gauge how heavy they were and to see if they were solid silver. She wondered how much they might be worth in Rockhome.

  5. Feldard

    Feldard glanced over the taller statues for a moment before turning back to Stephen. “So what does it mean?” he questioned.

    Not receiving much of an answer from the humans, Feldard turned his attention to the caved in exit. Perhaps there was a way to clear it. This at least was something he understood.

  6. Maruc

    DM: I have incorporated Feldards post…

    Maruc followed Feldard as he glanced over the taller statues for a moment before turning back to Stephen. “So what does it mean?” he questioned.

    Maruc thought for a moment. “Well they don’t look too friendly.” he said. Feldard grunted and turned his attention to the caved in exit. Perhaps there was a way to clear it. This at least was something he understood.

    The priest shrugged and went over to the corpses. He checked them over to see what they had died from. He picked up a skull. No damage, it didn’t tell him much. He looked over at the collapsed entrance. Probably caught here and unaware of the secret exit and starved to death in the dark. He hoped they hadn’t suffered too much. But the statues might be worth a new hospice in Spectularum and the Mages guild might pay hansomely for them. He turned to quiery Miklos but he was nose deep in an ancient book and talking to Stephan.

    Feldard ran his hands over the rock of the cave in. “Hmm, they tried to clear it and brought fresh rock down, would be my guess. Stupid humans have no idea.” He turned and watched Maruc’s eyebrow raise a fraction in the dancing light. Feldard wasn’t about to apologise. He never did.

    Maruc returned to the bones to see if there was anything about them to identify their age and identity. Ancient Priests? Thieves? Trapped scholars? He searched in the dust.

  7. miklosdostevar

    Miklos stared in awe around the room. The wall paintings almost rivalled that of the Temple on Grey Mountain and were about in the same condition. He spent some time seeing if they depicted anything relevant.

    insert any detail

    He then turned his attention of the statues and noticed Stephan fumbling in his tunic and had produced a small statuette. They put Miklos in mind of Eastern tradition animal-gods worshiped by the nomadic desert tribes he’d studied.

    Stefan had inverted his charm and indicated the glyphs on the bottom. Miklos craned over to see. “Interesting. May I?” Miklos held out his hand and Stephan passed it to him. There was something familiar about the markings. A bit like familiar symbols used to write a foreign language.

    He delved into his pack and produced the Book of the Sons of Night. holding a lightstone between his teeth the statue upended on one hand the leafed through the pages of the Book trying to see if anything looked similar.

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