When the party is finished resting they enjoy a healthy portion of leftover pork chops and starts to look around.
Who would like to look around?
“This must’ve been magic… it could only have been magic,” said Nora as she wiped her porkchop greased fingertips on her pack before opening it and reaching for a tindertwig and a candle.
“Just before my spell went out, I looked for food – remember Metaxis?! And then the room went dark and then we smelled pork!”
“Maybe I’m just not as good as I used to be,” thought Nora. “I forgot to pack my theives tools… but then again, I did leave in a rush… and then I almost forgot to cast Dancing Lights… my mind has been elsewhere… but this? How does somebody not notice a PIG ON A SPIT?!?”
I pull out my flask “Want something to wash that down with M’Lady”? I ask Nora with a wink.
Did pork always taste this good?
“This place isn’t going to blow if I get my candle too close to that thing, is it?” said Nora, eyeing the flask suspiciously.
Metaxis takes another long drink from his wineskin and stands and stretches.
“Well might as well see if we can find a way out of here i suppose.”
Metaxis then begins checking out the rest of the surroundings to see what else may lie about that the party may have “missed” ;)
Metaxis, having donned the magical helmet of comprehend languages becomes suddenly aware of some strange markings on the cavern wall. It looks like a form of goblin…almost…but not quite. As far as you can tell the markings spell the goblin word “Bruch tuck” roughly translated to “open”.
Hmmm Metaxis ponders for a moment.
“Good theif would you be so kind as to assist me here”
Metaxis then informs the group of what he has found
Nora walks towards Metaxis, holding her candle up to the marking on the wall.
“Bruch tuck,” she mumbles reading the crudely written words. “This certainly isn’t the pure, traditional language used in Darguun; it’s probably a Drooam language. You see,” Nora begins, readily willing to share her bookish knowledge with the group but stops herself short. In her experience of being the target of many a childhood prank, you don’t win many friends by being a know-it-all.
“Wash, if you’d like assistance-and only if you require assistance-, I know a spell that can help us locate secret doors…”
“Hmmm, let’s have a looky shall we” I say as I walk over to see what Nora and Metaxis are
Going on about.
“Looks like I’ll have to assist YOU, pet. Magic is not my area. If you can locate them, I can try and
I look up at Metaxis with a wide grin, nodding at the helmet he’s now sporting, “Stylish, mate. Really”
“If you insist.”
Nora places one hand on the wall below the marking. She takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly, letting her eyes fix on the goblin lettering.
With her free hand she begins making swift gestures in the air while intoning the spell…
As the divine magic falls on the dimly lit cavern wall a small wooden door materializes before you. The door appears to be made from thick, solid wood and stands only 2 ½ feet tall. The door is also locked by a magical ward and can be opened by speaking the command word aloud. “Bruch tuck”
Nora read over the words written above her hand.
“Bruch tuck”, she said in the strongest goblin accent she could muster.
As the command word is spoken aloud an audible click can be heard and the doors lock releases. The door falls inwardly just a touch on its hinges and you strain to see what’s on the other side. You know To get a good look, you’ll have to get a little bit closer to the door.
Metaxis takes out his long spear and pushes the door open with the end relying on hid Devils sight as he
Peers into the darkness.
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