Down Deeper into Dorasharn

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Down Deeper into Dorasharn

No One gathers what can be considered loot off of the fallen warforged. The former Brelish officer takes on the additional gear with ease. When finished securing the new gear, No One, with a small bit of effort, drags the inert enemy into the sewage. While the body isn't completely submerged the party realizes that it may be missed by a cursory search.

Finishing, the psychic warrior offers helpfully, "We may need to come back this way and I don't want this warforged readying for another ambush."

With only one direction to go the party moves forward. And are stopped shortly thereafter.

Before you is a circular metal hatch, set solidly into the tunnel wall. Engraved with ornate arcane runes this must be the door Lady Elaydren told you about. Although covered with moss and excrement (and who knows what else) each of you can see something glowing in the center of the portal. Upon further inspection there is a circle of mithral with a glowing icon that is the same one set on Bonals journal-the ancient symbol of House Cannith that predates the founding of King Galifar itself, a stylized anvil and hammer.

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"I think this is your bit, Wrench and Margana," comments Dookie. She takes up position nearby, holding the everburning torch to provide light as needed.

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

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Margana takes the book and brings it closer to the portal. "I thought the book would be the key. But perhaps it simply contains instructions." She compares the symbol on the book to the one on the door to see if they might be an exact physical match.

Darker

Swarbrick sighs, "See, I suppose that's the problem with books. They aren't keys," he says flatly. He turns to check out the surface, searching for any additional clues or latches.

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With Swarbick taking over the physical task of opening the door, Margana begins leafing through the book for instructions. "The penitent man... no, skip that. Not that either. Hmm." Her tongue slips out in concentration as she tries to keep the book raised and free from filth, but as she realizes where she is it snaps back into place and she instead clamps her jaw.

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It takes a moment but Margana recognizes that the symbol on the journal is the same as that on the door.

It takes a few moments but Swar realizes that the door is trapped with what appears to be some form of magical effect.

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She hands the book to Swarbrick. "The symbols are an exact match. The book may be a physical key, after all."

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Wrench defers to Swarbrick and Margana, giving them space to conduct their examination of both the door and the tome that brought all of them this far. Privately, he finds what the young magus did with her tongue while concentrating on the text amusing, and even cute. But he says nothing.

The artificer turns back to place a hand on #1's arm. "Well done, securing our adversary after we departed. There was no need to damage the unit further." Leaning closer and offering a more conspiratorial tone, he continues, "Our colleagues are made of flesh. They will not endure, so they may be forgiven for their flippant disregard for our effective immortality."

"Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag and begin slitting throats." - H.L. Mencken

Darker

Swarbrick looks at the book and the symbol, trying to see if there's an easy way to pry it off the book. Offhandedly, he offers, "There's some sort of magic on the door. A trap I suspect, its likely something nasty for someone that tries to open it without the key, but it might go off either way."

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No One tilts his head and regards Wrench quietly. In the same lowered tone of voice the longtime ally of the artificer replies, "Has it not been our experience that both our brothers and sisters, as well as those who breath air, have moments when they disregard life or their place in it?"

A few feet in front of the two warforged, Dookie and Margana watch as Vicks stares, gently pulls, twists, turns, and flips the small journal. The young changeling cannot figure out how to remove the symbol from the face of the cover without damaging the journal in some way. Certainly, if it were meant to be removed, it would be easier to figure out how to do just that.

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"What if you touch the symbol on the book to the symbol on the door?" Dookie asks, before dismissing her own idea, "Nah. That's too obvious. Those Cannith bastards are too smart to do something that simple. You probably have to say a secret password in Giantish. Is there any Giantish in that journal?" But before anyone can reply, she goes on, "Sorry. Sorry, not my job. I know. Just bored."

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

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At Dookies suggestion No One offers, "I can also offer a simple solution. I can hit the door until it breaks!"

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"I concur. Touch the door with the symbol. House Canith may have meant the book to be used without much instruction. One doesn't usually hide a keyhole. Having possession of the key is usually enough to prove one should have entry."

Darker

"Ah, but what of the trap? I think its more than just the symbol to the door. It's likely a password or other secondary security measure -- something to keep some scoundrel interlopers from stealing the journal and using it." Swarbrick looks to the warforged members of their group, "Perhaps one of the more sturdy and armored members of our party should try it first?"

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Wrench is up to the request from Swarbrick and gently ushers and guides his fellow party members away from the door. No One decides to forgo the the prospect of danger and moves closer to Wrench, but remains a few feet away to allow the Artificer to concentrate on his task, in case something bad happens.

Dialing up a simple infusion Wrench goes to work. After a small amount of time passes Wrench is pretty sure he didn't disable whatever trap is present. It didn't go off either, though, so Wrench is left to wonder if he should keep going at it.

At Wrench's pause No One offers again, "I can tear it down."

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Curiously, Dookie asks, "D'you think it's possible to use magic to make somebody think a door or chest or whatever has a trap on it, only it isn't, only you think it is because of the magic?" Cheerfully, the cleric emits an exceptionally unladylike fart, and uses her shield to fan away the fumes of partially-digested rat kebab as she burbles, "I mean, I don't know any prayers for that kind of thing, but maybe a wizard or somebody like that could do it. Or House Cannith or Kundarak. Seems like their kind of thing. Cunning shit like that." The stench wafting from under the skirts of her scale mail shirt probably would have more impact if all of you weren't soaked from the waist down in sewerage, but Dookie changes topics as it reaches her nostrils, "Woo, Olladra have mercy! It's a good thing I ate that rat. Somebody could have gotten badly sick."

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

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"It is within the realm of possibility. But I would rather try one more time before we assume it's an illusion," Wrench replies, glancing over his shoulder at Dootie before returning his attention to the door.

He doesn't ask the other Warforged to get back again. It is probably better to have him standing right behind the artificer anyway, to help shelter the humanoids from the blast. "You'll get your turn if this doesn't work, brother. ... well, assuming I don't trigger the spell. Then we won't need to disarm the trap after all."

"Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag and begin slitting throats." - H.L. Mencken

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"Anyone want to take odds on whether the people that placed this treasure also took pains to configure a proper wash area on the other side? I'm hoping they did."

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It takes Wrench just a few more moments to work at the magical trap. The Artificer moves a few of the smaller symbols found on the door and notices that the larger glowing symbol on the door radiates a bit brighter after his manipulation. The door is still locked shut but the trap is no longer active.

Taking a step back to admire his work Wrench backs into No One. Apparently, the warforged soldier moved in to get a better look at what Wrench was doing. Unyielding, the psychic warrior asks, "Am I to bash the door down now? Or are you going to continue to cockblock me Wrench?"

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Wrench shakes his head. "Do your worst," he offers. "It's safe to tamper with now."

"Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag and begin slitting throats." - H.L. Mencken

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"Good job, Wunnie!" Dookie cheers.

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

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No One steps up to the door and places his hand upon the face of it. Taking a moment, as if considering his course of action, the massive warforged steps back just as quickly pulling his flail while doing so.

The psychic warrior rears back and swings for the fences. The result is a spectacularly loud thump. It is as though a hundred steel drums were hit at once. The door doesn't look any worse for wear either. If this this method of bypassing the door continues, it can be assumed that the Watch from the main level of the tower may make the trip down here to see what the hell is causing the noise.

For his part No One steps forward to inspect his handiwork. Stepping back again the massive warrior glances back to see if there is anyone that is going to try to to stop him.

Darker

Swarbrick holds up a hand, "Ummmm, just a thought. I know warforged are effectively immortal, so you could just keep doing this until it comes down... but..." He holds the journal up, pressing the seal on the journal to the seal on the door.

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Perhaps surprisingly, the portal opens silently and easy. Four sections separate to recess into the wall. It isn't lost on Vicks that the metal door is thick.

The party is greeted with a sudden gust of wind hitting each of your faces. The smell is that of earth and not of sewer. A few feet past the open door the party stops to see a vertical shaft. With the current lighting the party can guess the shaft is roughly five feet in diameter. Made of from a mix of crumbling earth and ancient worked stone this shaft appears to be some form of old ventilation shaft. At the parties presence large amounts of insects scatter but there are plenty of creepy crawlies covering the walls. 

 And there is no way to tell given your current vantage point how high the shaft reaches or how far down it goes down deeper into the Dorasharn Tower. 

 

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To nobody in particular, Dookie comments, "Is it strange that I'm pissed off because I was right about how to open the door?" Without waiting for an answer, the cleric clumps nearer to the ventilation shaft, holds the everburning torch higher, and peers downward, chattering on, "Good thing we brought rope, huh? I've got about fifty feet in my knapsack. Anyone else, in case it's not enough?"

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

deadDMwalking
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"How do you know we need to go down?"

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"'Cos going up leads to a nicer part of the Dorasharn Tower, and ruins are never in the nicer parts of anything," Dookie answers, sounding entirely reasonable.

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Darker

"Reasonable... entirely reasonable." Swarbrick pats down his body feigning a search for rope but finding his flask instead. Taking it out and enjoying a short swing he says, "Sorry, it seems I neglected packing a rope in favor of... other important dungeon delving supplies."

MinusInnocence
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"I can match that 50'. Together, we have enough to descend about ten stories. #1 and I also have grappling hooks."

"Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag and begin slitting throats." - H.L. Mencken

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"Can we seal the door shut behind us? I don't like the idea of being half-way down when someone severs the rope from above."

Darker

Swarbrick turns back to examine the door. "Though that does sound like a less than favorable situation, I also don't want to be sealed inside."

Darker

After determining that there are no latches that can't be undone again with the journal, Swarbrick eases the door shut. "There, now we're secure. Shall we start climbing the put now?"

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"I'll go first if someone will lower me down. We can form the rope into a harness. If it turns out that the rope isn't long enough, better to find out before we're all on our way." Margana doesn't want to say it aloud, but it is clear that she'd rather not actually climb the rope. She's svelte enough that she could do it but it's equally clear that gym was never her best subject.