CH. 02 - Shaevryn's Tomb

[Dallion80]

"It might be illusion"

[GreyWolfVT]

Drezden jets the jar down and refastens everything and ties his boots once more. Half chuckling "Yeah I'd have to agree appears to be a trickster."

[Daos]

"So that means either the snake jar or the dirt jar, yes?" Zedd asks.

[Dallion80]

Dallion moves to look at the dirt and snake jars trying to decide where they fit in the schools of magic

[Daos]

Dallion had already experienced the effects of the snake jar firsthand, and knew what would happen if he examined it again.  So he turns his attention to the dirt jar.  Peering inside, as the jar has no lid, it is 1/3 filled with moist dirt.  Curious, he digs around in the dirt, then jerks his hand back in pain.  Something inside burned him.  It almost felt like he stuck his finger into a fire briefly.

[Rax]

"Earth and fire? That seems to have precious little to with conjuration magics," Malavar voices his opinion. "However, if we are to try the other jar, we need some means of moving it without touching it. I have rope in my pack. Perhaps we could tie it around the jar, drag the jar into position, then use the rope to stand it up?"

[Daos]

"By all means," Zedd answers.  "Go for it."

[Rax]

Malavar loops and ties his rope around the jar, making sure not to touch the surface, then drags it into place.

[Daos]

Once the final jar is in place, a bright silver light illuminates the sunburst symbol, and the metal doors to the west creak and groan as they swing inward. The hinges, coated with centuries of rust, shriek through the complex as the heavy doors finally slam against the wall with a hollow “thud.”  “"One would hope that noise alone is not sufficient to wake the dead, eh?"” the now-familiar man'’s voice ponders.

[TristenC]

Seeing the new passage, Kendrivel cannot help but be drawn to it...
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Looking down it first and searching for traps as he goes, poking the floor and walls with his polpak. He will obviously stop if creatures or potential hazards come into view

[Daos]

Beyond the doors is a 30-foot corridor ending in a T-intersection.  The corridor stretches north and south into the darkness, but the kender's attention is drawn to the marble statue in the alcove before him. The sculpture is of a young woman wearing leather armor and wielding a pair of short swords. She is smiling gleefully, and her boyish demeanor seems to illuminate the shadows of the hallway. Around her neck is a large metal disk suspended by a silver chain.

He pokes at the floor with his polpak, but finds no traps.

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Kendrivel searches for traps [45%] (1d100):  93, he finds no traps.
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[GreyWolfVT]

Drezden follows K-man and looks both ways down the T intersection "Hmm well which way we going to shoot for here?"

[Daos]

"Blessed be," Zedd says, approaching the statue.  "That's Tymora."  He gingerly reaches out for the gleaming metal disk, fascinated.

[Rax]

"At last," Malavar mutters to himself when the doors open. Retrieving his rope, he follows the others into the corridor. At the sight of the statue he inclines his head respectfully. "Lady Luck, bless our endeavour if it please you."

[Daos]

Zedd removes the disk and looks it over.  "Oh, there's an engraving on the back," he notes.  Clearing his throat, he recites it:

"Turn right or left, front or back,
There’s no saving you from your own stare.
Whether gold be piled by bar or by sack,
There’'s seldom enough change to spare."