The Invisible Room

“Well that answers one question,” said the cleric.

“What?” replied Miklos mildly, “That the Yellow robed man is an unscrupulous, evil… art dealer… that consorts with the most foulest of unspeakable vermin?”

“No.” the priest grinned, “That wouldn’t really narrow down the field that much. No I meant that your guess back in Dymrak was very astute.”

“Of course you expected less?” Miklos quickly responded.

“From you? Yes, a nobleman or a user of magic.”

Feldard had been ignoring the humans’ banter. Upon hearing voices, he had stilled momentarily, but a quick scan of the empty tower room showed nothing. He began to cross towards the other door, when it opened suddenly revealing the yellow-robed man. Feldard raised his axe, but the yellow-robed man was quicker and fled. Feldard, of course, gave chase, even as the warning and bellow sounded. Given that it was the voice of an enemy sounding, the dwarf mistakenly assumed the warning was for the yellow-robed man and ran on heedless across the tower room. He ran forward, determined to ram through the wooden door.

Stephan was momentarily taken aback by the sound of the familiar voice, but seeing nothing other than the robed figure, he joined Feldard in the charge across the room. As the dwarf crossed the room’s threshold in front of him, the warrior was shocked to see his friend was no longer in front of him.

Hasan was next to burst from the staircase. He expected to see Feldard and Stephan running toward the opposite door. Instead, he saw nothing. The elf saw no opportunity to help them, so he quickly scanned the room, looking for the second voice they heard, the voice he suspected was the voice of a prisoner. All there was to see was emptiness.

Ludo heard the bellow. “Feldard, Hasan, Stephan,” shouted Ludo into the empty room, “watch out something is in the room with you!” Ludo his sword extended before him in a guard position, slowly advanced into the room and moved to the left hand side where he thought he had heard the sound emanate from.

“Come out!” he shouted. “Show yourself! Surrender now and no harm will befall you.” The rogue looked down to see that he could no longer see the sword he was holding in front of himself. In fact, he could see nothing of himself at all!

“Did you note that Mr. Yellow was confounded?” the priest asked, continuing his discussion with the mage.

“Naturally. The art dealer comment was merely an entertainment, there could be many reasons why he’d be vexed to the point of torture over such an item. It could be valuable, but judging by the decor of the place so far I’d hazard a guess its not for its beauty he requires it.”

“My thoughts exactly.” agreed the priest. “it is magical or contains a valuable secret, or perhaps both? Doubtless the man we are about to free may be forthcoming?”

The two finished up their banter and looked forward to see that all of their companions seemed to have disappeared.

Feldard had nearly made it to the middle of the room. So intent was he on chasing the man, he failed to notice the mystical effects of the mysterious room. Suddenly, he was struck with a hard blow to his left shoulder, penetrating his armor and knocking him down.

Stephan meanwhile continued on, confused at the sudden sounds of battle occurring in front of him. He raised his shield to protect himself and ran straight into an invisible wall in the center of the room.

“The room is vexed!” the prisoner shouted to Stephan. It sounded to the warrior like the man was chained up right next to him. “All who enter become invisible, but the minotaur can see you!”

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  1. 12:23pm, Moldain, the 21st of Thaumont, 1001AC

    Maruc: 10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+5xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp
    Ludo: 10xp+5xp+10xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 22,270/24000
    Miklos: 22,330/40000
    Feldard: 22,635/34000
    Hasan: 21,890/32000
    Stephan: 21,620/32000
    Ludo: 21,120/40,000

  2. Feldard

    The blow had taken the dwarf by surprise and it took a moment for air to return to his lungs. With a grunt, Feldard got to his feet once more. Blood seeped from his wound – he could feel it when he touched his shoulder, but he couldn’t see it. The voice gave warning just a tad a late.

    Feldard glanced around, but all he could see was Hasan, Miklos and Maruc just outside the doorway. He could see nothing around him. Well, if he couldn’t see the beast… perhaps he could hear him or smell him. The dwarf closed his eyes and concentrated on the sounds and smells nearest him. He held his battle axe at the ready. Stephen was off to his right.. the man was talking to whoever had given the warning. The sharp scent of fresh blood and urine came from that direction. The dwarf supposed maybe the invisible voice may not be in league with the yellow-robed man after all.

    Behind him, from the doorway, he heard the cleric and Miklos trying to give suggestions on how to battle the beast. Feldard tried to focus on sounds other than their loud voices. For a moment, he thought he could hear movement off to his left but he wasn’t certain. Damn the beast was surprisingly quiet!

    That’s when he noticed it, the smell of rancid meat, and the slight waft of warm air – like a breath – to the left. “Engaging – keep away from my voice!” Feldard moved left and swung.

    (*wincing* hoping I don’t kill Ludo)

  3. Ludo

    OOC – so do I!

  4. Ludo

    Ludo winched as he heard Feldards comments, thinking to himself, just my luck stuck in a room with an angry minotaur and a crazy wild axe swinging Dwarf. He could see the others of the group standing around the doorway but Stephen was nowhere to be seen, so Ludo assumed that he too was somewhere inside the room.

    “Stephen, Feldard shouted Ludo, withdraw back to the door, we should fight this creature on our own terms and not in this cursed room”. With that comment he retreated back to the door.

  5. Maruc

    “Now thats something you don’t see everyday.” he grinned at Miklos. “I’ll just disappear for a moment. Doubtless whoever is confined in here is along a wall.” the manacles in the lower chamber drifted across his mind. “Probably chained. I shall release him.” He hefted his shield up in his left hand and made his way along the right hand wall, feeling as he went using the shield to face the room in case of accidental blows.

    assuming the captive is chained up with manacles and Maruc eventually finds him!

    Marucs outstretched hand brushed against a clammy cold torso. “Who’s that!” cried the prisoner.
    “Calm yourself my friend I am Maruc, a priest. I shall release you. Hold still.” he said sliding his shield onto his back and pulling free his chain flail. He looped the chain around the manacle. He braced his foot against the wall and pulled hard. He felt movement, but this was going to take some time….

  6. miklosdostevar

    Miklos’s mind raced at at several thoughts at once. Firstly the horrible amount of magic required to permanently enchant a room with such an awesome enchantment. The fact that the Yellow robed man was the master of such magic hence he was a magic user. That Miklos had to have his spellbook if his guess was correct. He couldn’t help in the fight. Minotaurs were Man-bulls of terrible strength and power although he doubted the prisoners assertion that it could see within this room. But one thig was certain; it was big; Feldard was small and arrows could be shot high toward the noise. That Feldard would not appreciate any suggestion that ended up with his being shot. The fight appeared to be central to the room. Maruc had gone right.

    Miklos, staff out stretched, dashed left around the circumference around the room toward the door and fumbed at the handle in a determined effort to follow him.

  7. Feldard

    (adjusted third paragraph since the mage and cleric didn’t do as I suspected at all)

    Behind him, from the doorway, he heard the cleric say he was going for the captive and heard the muted movement of Maruc in his armour off to the right. For a moment, he thought he could hear movement off to his left but he wasn’t certain. Damn the beast was surprisingly quiet!

  8. Ludo

    As Ludo retreated back to the door, he stopped dead in his tracks, one by one the group was entering the room and disappearing in front of his eyes. Ludo felt the whish of Miklos robes swish past him as he dashed around the edge of the room. Moving on he continued to make his way to the door. Sooner of later that Minotaur would be having Dwarf or Wizard for lunch, and Ludo did not fancy being the desert.

  9. Hasan

    “Seven pits of Tartarus,” Hasan muttered to himself, as he saw his companions wink or shrink away. The elf listened, as only an elf could. He waited to hear for a clue that would reveal the Minotaur’s location, fingering the ring of Elyas, wondering what enchantment it might hold.

  10. Feldard

    The blow had taken the dwarf by surprise and it took a moment for air to return to his lungs. With a grunt, Feldard got to his feet once more. Blood seeped from his wound – he could feel it when he touched his shoulder, but he couldn’t see it. The voice had given warning just a tad a late.

    Feldard glanced around, but all he could see was Hasan, Miklos and Maruc just outside the doorway. He could see nothing around him. Well, if he couldn’t see the beast… perhaps he could hear him or smell him. The dwarf closed his eyes and concentrated on the sounds and smells nearest him. He held his battle axe at the ready. Stephen was off to his right.. the man was talking to whoever had given the warning. The sharp scent of fresh blood and urine came from that direction. The dwarf supposed maybe the invisible voice may not be in league with the yellow-robed man after all.

    Behind him, from the doorway, he heard the cleric say he was going for the captive and heard the muted movement of Maruc in his armour off to the right. For a moment, he thought he could hear movement off to his left but he wasn’t certain. It seemed too stealthy for a beast that size.

    That’s when the minataur roared again, the smell of rancid meat, and the waft of warm air – like a breath – to the left. The sound of heavy footfalls. “Engaging – keep away from my voice!” Feldard moved left and swung.

    (There! Final draft! Hope that makes more sense without changing his actions any)

  11. Stephan

    Stephan was confounded by the strange happenings. Upon hearing the stranger talk seemingly right next to him, Stephan felt about for the man and said, “Who was talking to you? Let me break your chains.”

    Then Maruc was there, although invisible, and soon he and Stephan were straining at the chain holding the prisoner. He could hear what sounded like crumbling mortar and suddenly the chain broke free. Stepphen stumbled backwards onto the floor. Quickly rising, he said, “Right. I need to help Feledard!” And he made his unseeing way toward the sounds of the dwarf engaged in battle with some unseen beast.

    When he felt he was near enough, and sure he wouldn’t strike at Feldard, he made a might downward swing. The blade caught something and the beast erupted a deafening bellow. But his attack, although successful, was off and the follow through swing took the fighter off bala nce. He cantered to the right, trying to keep his shield up.

  12. Maruc

    “Thank you Stephan.” Maruc said chuckling, “I’m surprised Pytor let you slip away from Sukiskyn so easily, you’re a handy man to have about!” He turned to the prisoner, “Can you walk? We must go back to the entrance where I can see to your wounds. And let the warriors do their work!” Maruc helped the man back to the stairwell they had entered.

  13. Ludo

    Ludo shook his head in amzement, shurugged his shoulders and moved back into the room, moving to the right away from the immediate area of combat he made his way along the wall feeling for the door where the man in yellow robes had departed from.

    When he found the door, he crouched down and immediately set upon trying to pick the lock to gain access, being so close to their prey, he had a feeling that the man in the yellow robe was running out of places to run to.

    Soon they would have some answers.

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