Post by K Man on Dec 11, 2014 14:11:27 GMT -5
With Thorin finding a clear match for the strange metal doors, you all suspect and anticipate the worst. You scatter to the edges of the room and the stairs below, hoping against hope that the mere act of interacting with these doors isn't what triggers such a horrific blast. Thorin remains within sight of the doors, using his magic to maneuver the octagonal device into the depression. It is a perfect fit. A resounding click echoes through the empty chamber and the doors pop open about an inch or so. Enough so that you can see there is a recessed hand grips in the sides of the door - a way to pull them open.
For the few breathless moments that follow; nothing else happens.
[To speed things along, I'll assume you go inspect, listen, open etc]
Crossing the room one cautious step at a time takes a minute or two, but when you reach the doors safely you breath a little sigh of relief. After close inspection, there appears to be little amiss about them and you collectively deem them safe to open. They give no resistance and open to a small antechamber beyond.
The next area in is stark contrast to the rest of the tower. IT is sparkling clean, devoid of even dust or detritus, no burn marks or dead bodies...it is like new. The mortar in the bricks is still crisp and white, the bricks themselves are perfectly even and uniform in color - stone cut with the finest of skill. Ambient light spills from oblong crystals embedded in the wall every ten feet. A smaller, less grand staircase rises on the far side of the chamber. It leads to a brightly lit opening above.
Soft music catches your ears. A pleasant, low melody of monotone notes in succession; as if played from a steel drum. You hear a repetitive squeaking...dull, mechanical in nature...like an ungreased wheel. It roams in the room above, moving around in some strange pattern...
What is this place?....
For the few breathless moments that follow; nothing else happens.
[To speed things along, I'll assume you go inspect, listen, open etc]
Crossing the room one cautious step at a time takes a minute or two, but when you reach the doors safely you breath a little sigh of relief. After close inspection, there appears to be little amiss about them and you collectively deem them safe to open. They give no resistance and open to a small antechamber beyond.
The next area in is stark contrast to the rest of the tower. IT is sparkling clean, devoid of even dust or detritus, no burn marks or dead bodies...it is like new. The mortar in the bricks is still crisp and white, the bricks themselves are perfectly even and uniform in color - stone cut with the finest of skill. Ambient light spills from oblong crystals embedded in the wall every ten feet. A smaller, less grand staircase rises on the far side of the chamber. It leads to a brightly lit opening above.
Soft music catches your ears. A pleasant, low melody of monotone notes in succession; as if played from a steel drum. You hear a repetitive squeaking...dull, mechanical in nature...like an ungreased wheel. It roams in the room above, moving around in some strange pattern...
What is this place?....