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Post by Vane Harumpthal on Oct 15, 2007 10:34:31 GMT
Vane whispered hoarsely,
"What is it Dace? Another pit?"
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Post by Dace on Oct 15, 2007 10:55:39 GMT
Vane whispered hoarsely, "What is it Dace? Another pit?"Dace shook his head simply and tried to concentrate. |
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Post by Zeric on Oct 15, 2007 11:27:22 GMT
OOC: I think Mr Zeric's pussy has a chronic inability to spot traps...  Vane whispered hoarsely, "What is it Dace? Another pit?" |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 15, 2007 11:33:32 GMT
OOC: I think Mr Zeric's pussy has a chronic inability to spot traps... Vane whispered hoarsely, "What is it Dace? Another pit?"
OOC -theres an image I didn't want! ;D
The Tressym flies, the triggers tend to be pressure plates. Not surprising really. Of course if it had triggered them it would be lying in the middle of a pit spiked, probably have landed on its feet though
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 15, 2007 16:54:37 GMT
Dace was on his knees, quietly working away at the floor. Keeping every attempt to speak, with a finger across his lips. The caravan guard worked the floor of the cavern, prodding it with a dagger and other tools, that seemed to have been secreted around his body.
After a long period of silence, something like 5 minutes, there was a loud click. A look of panic passed Dace's face as he knew he had set off the trap, looking upwards he dived to one side of the cave curling his body into a ball shape
From the ceiling 20 large pendulum like blades swung down in sweeping arcs, with a force that would sever a limb or worse. However, as they reached the bottom of their swing. They stopped. Suspended in a vertical position.
A moment later, Dace looked up and smiled at the others. From the back of the group a long slow clap could be heard, looking backwards its Nimen. Smiling broadly she spoke,
"Well done my little freind. Well done. It looks like we can walk through "
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Post by Dace on Oct 15, 2007 18:48:45 GMT
Dace was on his knees, quietly working away at the floor. Keeping every attempt to speak, with a finger across his lips. The caravan guard worked the floor of the cavern, prodding it with a dagger and other tools, that seemed to have been secreted around his body. After a long period of silence, something like 5 minutes, there was a loud click. A look of panic passed Dace's face as he knew he had set off the trap, looking upwards he dived to one side of the cave curling his body into a ball shape From the ceiling 20 large pendulum like blades swung down in sweeping arcs, with a force that would sever a limb or worse. However, as they reached the bottom of their swing. They stopped. Suspended in a vertical position. A moment later, Dace looked up and smiled at the others. From the back of the group a long slow clap could be heard, looking backwards its Nimen. Smiling broadly she spoke, "Well done my little freind. Well done. It looks like we can walk through " Dace sighed. |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Oct 15, 2007 19:59:34 GMT
From the back of the group a long slow clap could be heard, looking backwards its Nimen. Smiling broadly she spoke, "Well done my little freind. Well done. It looks like we can walk through " said Cathmhaol sourly. He scowled at Nimen as he pushed past Zeric to stand next to Dace. "Ye reckon it's safe t' go on?" he asked the younger man. |
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Post by Zeric on Oct 15, 2007 21:29:26 GMT
Zeric hung on Dace's reply. He summoned Tress back to sit on his shoulder, calmed by the Tressym's presence.
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Post by Dace on Oct 15, 2007 21:32:11 GMT
Dace nodded. "Reckon so." He kept one hand behind his back, fingers crossed. He sighed. "I'll lead." No sense telling them to go on if I wouldn't do it myself...
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Post by Zeric on Oct 15, 2007 23:06:07 GMT
"Wait!" Zeric called as Dace started moving, "It's not exactly a ten-foot pole, but it might suffice to feel the way, and I plan on having little use for it."
He handed the caravan guard his shortspear
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Post by Dace on Oct 16, 2007 7:47:07 GMT
Dace nodded at Zeric, taking the shortspear and beginning to prod for more pressure-pads, tense and coiled ready to spring away if he heard a tell-tale click.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 16, 2007 10:31:33 GMT
OOC- Nothing happens. By mistake or by design youve disabled the trap (for the moment)
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Post by Dace on Oct 16, 2007 10:37:41 GMT
Letting out a silent breath of relief, Dace approached the door cautiously and pressed his ear to it, listening...
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Post by Vane Harumpthal on Oct 16, 2007 12:08:05 GMT
Vane gingerly stepped forward and weaved through the suspended blades, being careful not to touch them in anyway. There sharp blades gleaming in the torchlight.
"Right what about this door?" he asked quietly
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Post by Dace on Oct 16, 2007 12:40:17 GMT
Ignoring the undead hunter, Dace listened for close to a minute before turning away from it.
"Nothing. Can't hear a thing. Mind you, it's heavy."
Dace then turned his attention to how the door opened, such as handle and locking mechanism - without opening it. He also did his best to tell if the door or lock was trapped.
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