Rin's going to head toward the possible dead end, just to see if it *is* a dead end. They're also going to Message Sen, asking him to take a glance in the first doorway, and wait there for them.
Rin's taking their last five feet of movement to just steeep around that corner.
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They find a room containing a plain wooden table flanked by long benches. They can see in the low lighting some oddness to the terrain - larger chunks of something rock-like around the table.
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[ Weirdest place I've ever been. ] That may or may not be true. It feels true enough in this movement. Rin studies the room, brow furrowed. [ I'm looking at something in here, then I'm coming right back. Try not to let the others bore you to tears, okay? ]
Rin would like to approach the table and take a look at those chunks.
[INV: 22
dm: On closer examination, Rin is able to tell that the chunks are actually shattered - and gnawed - bones. They've been here long enough to begin to suffer from the ravages of time.]
Oh, good, gnawed!
Rin has decided they are finished with this room, and will be rejoining the others. They Message Sen: [ On my way over. Another weird room. ]
[q: Actually, a question: Did Rin here anything unusual, or any change of The Sound in that room?
a: The chanting does seem to be growing louder the more they head in a general that way and/or downward direction.]
When they reach the others, Rin gestures for another cluster. "I don't think we need to all go over there. It's full of bones? Okay not full, but there're a lot of pieces, a lot of them chewed on.
"I don't think the monster's there, though. Might be in that direction, but I don't think we're far enough down.
"Ready to head on?"
It is to Dima's credit that he doesn't insist on gathering a few chunks of that bone, or seeing them for himself. Just now, they have a task to keep them moving. He nods, once.
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Faolan very briefly thinks of offering to split off from the party to go get Dmitri a few bones.
But that's stupid. For a lot of reasons.
Sen meanwhile has nothing to report; he glanced down the hall as far as he could see, but didn't do any detailed sweep, thinking Rin might want him to remain near the other two.
He is curious about the room they saw, but - well. Work to be done.
Faolan and Sen both nod their readiness, with one of them giving a hand a gentle press.
Meanwhile, in Rin-land—
[DEX, r: 22]
As Rin moves down the hall and take a step, the floor below their foot begins to crumble; indistinguishable from the rest of the hall's dirty floor is a layer of earth carefully covering a spike trap.
Rin's dexterity allows them to catch themself before becoming impaled on the spikes below, but they suffer 5 points of piercing damage and land prone.
Sen darts out to attempt to catch them when he sees what's happening, but doesn't reach them in time to stop the damage - only to help them up and out.
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They're hissing quietly through their teeth - hurting from the pain, yes, but more presently annoyed that they walked into it - but stop when Sen helps them up. And, softly, "Looks like we're heading in the right direction, anyway."
To Sen: [ Gotta be more diligent checking for traps from here. :/ ]
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Sen doesn't like seeing them injured one bit - and knows this wouldn't have happened if he checked for traps when they sent him to look down here.
He doesn't apologize - not yet, and not here - but he nods an affirmative and certainly looks rather unhappy with himself. With a glance back at Faolan, he almost asks for a healing spell of some sort, but the druid shakes his head and mouths wait.
For more damage to occur. Rin will live through a few puncture wounds, and it might be a good idea to reserve healing spells for now.
Sen gives him the finger and turns to help Rin around the spike trap, if that's the way they'd like to continue.
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Rin is in fact determined to continue down this route. As far as they've found, traps usually mean someone's protecting something. (Or hiding.) (Or thinking they ought to hide.) (Or they just had an excess of traps and got bored one afternoon.)
The wounds don't slow them down; not yet, anyway. They've carried jobs through worse, and anyway, and anyway they don't want Sen feeling bad. (He didn't say anything, but they could see it.) So they put the pain out of their mind as best they can, and offer a balancing hand as Sen crosses the trap.
RIn looks back at the other two, then at Sen. [ Let's check the next bit together? Two sets of eyes can see better than two. ]
…Or, rather. Rin is going to begin checking the hall ahead for more traps.
[PERC r: 14 s: 3 f: 23]
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Faolan, rising on his toes to see around the two, does a quick visual sweep of the hallway, then pulls a face and shakes his head. No more traps here.
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The guy's got good eyes; that's helpful to know! And Rin, nodding, moves forward, slower now. They pause at the top of the next steps; if there's a door to their left, they'd like to peer inside, but only if Sen's right behind them.
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A hall does seem to stretch in that direction. It's difficult to tell where the chanting is coming from.
Faolan is going to carefully edge around the trap and help Dmitri, as well.
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Dmitri will accept that help gladly and gratefully. And! Without saying anything! Though he does press that man's hand, just lightly.
Rin glances down both hallways, conflicted. They thought, they thought the noises were a little louder in the 'chowing down on bones' room. They don't know, and now they're not really sure they heard it like that, but there's not much else to work with.
...Unless.
They turn to the group. "Hey. What would happen if someone made the noises back at them? Helpful or no?"
It sounds like - it almost is - a very casual suggestion.
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Sen looks intrigued, if only because noise is his business.
Faolan looks as though he's horrified but trying not to look horrified. Very softly, he replies, "Maybe we don't announce where we are."
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Rin Messages Sen: [ It could be interesting, right? ]
But.
But Faolan makes an all right point. And probably, probably jeopardizing stealth isn't a great idea.
"That's kind of what I thought. I mean, I could cast a sound somewhere else. Or if any of you can transport voices or something, that'd be great.
"But we're doing all right with quiet so far." They shoot Dima a look that very clearly suggests they mean after that shield incident.
"So. Okay. We want to go toward where the sound maybe's a little louder?"
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Rin's taking their last five feet of movement to just steeep around that corner.
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They find a room containing a plain wooden table flanked by long benches. They can see in the low lighting some oddness to the terrain - larger chunks of something rock-like around the table.
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[ Weirdest place I've ever been. ] That may or may not be true. It feels true enough in this movement. Rin studies the room, brow furrowed. [ I'm looking at something in here, then I'm coming right back. Try not to let the others bore you to tears, okay? ]
Rin would like to approach the table and take a look at those chunks.
[INV: 22
dm: On closer examination, Rin is able to tell that the chunks are actually shattered - and gnawed - bones. They've been here long enough to begin to suffer from the ravages of time.]
Oh, good, gnawed!
Rin has decided they are finished with this room, and will be rejoining the others. They Message Sen: [ On my way over. Another weird room. ]
[q: Actually, a question: Did Rin here anything unusual, or any change of The Sound in that room?
a: The chanting does seem to be growing louder the more they head in a general that way and/or downward direction.]
When they reach the others, Rin gestures for another cluster. "I don't think we need to all go over there. It's full of bones? Okay not full, but there're a lot of pieces, a lot of them chewed on.
"I don't think the monster's there, though. Might be in that direction, but I don't think we're far enough down.
"Ready to head on?"
It is to Dima's credit that he doesn't insist on gathering a few chunks of that bone, or seeing them for himself. Just now, they have a task to keep them moving. He nods, once.
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Faolan very briefly thinks of offering to split off from the party to go get Dmitri a few bones.
But that's stupid. For a lot of reasons.
Sen meanwhile has nothing to report; he glanced down the hall as far as he could see, but didn't do any detailed sweep, thinking Rin might want him to remain near the other two.
He is curious about the room they saw, but - well. Work to be done.
Faolan and Sen both nod their readiness, with one of them giving a hand a gentle press.
Meanwhile, in Rin-land—
[DEX, r: 22]
As Rin moves down the hall and take a step, the floor below their foot begins to crumble; indistinguishable from the rest of the hall's dirty floor is a layer of earth carefully covering a spike trap.
Rin's dexterity allows them to catch themself before becoming impaled on the spikes below, but they suffer 5 points of piercing damage and land prone.
Sen darts out to attempt to catch them when he sees what's happening, but doesn't reach them in time to stop the damage - only to help them up and out.
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They're hissing quietly through their teeth - hurting from the pain, yes, but more presently annoyed that they walked into it - but stop when Sen helps them up. And, softly, "Looks like we're heading in the right direction, anyway."
To Sen: [ Gotta be more diligent checking for traps from here. :/ ]
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Sen doesn't like seeing them injured one bit - and knows this wouldn't have happened if he checked for traps when they sent him to look down here.
He doesn't apologize - not yet, and not here - but he nods an affirmative and certainly looks rather unhappy with himself. With a glance back at Faolan, he almost asks for a healing spell of some sort, but the druid shakes his head and mouths wait.
For more damage to occur. Rin will live through a few puncture wounds, and it might be a good idea to reserve healing spells for now.
Sen gives him the finger and turns to help Rin around the spike trap, if that's the way they'd like to continue.
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Rin is in fact determined to continue down this route. As far as they've found, traps usually mean someone's protecting something. (Or hiding.) (Or thinking they ought to hide.) (Or they just had an excess of traps and got bored one afternoon.)
The wounds don't slow them down; not yet, anyway. They've carried jobs through worse, and anyway, and anyway they don't want Sen feeling bad. (He didn't say anything, but they could see it.) So they put the pain out of their mind as best they can, and offer a balancing hand as Sen crosses the trap.
RIn looks back at the other two, then at Sen. [ Let's check the next bit together? Two sets of eyes can see better than two. ]
…Or, rather. Rin is going to begin checking the hall ahead for more traps.
[PERC
r: 14
s: 3
f: 23]
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Faolan, rising on his toes to see around the two, does a quick visual sweep of the hallway, then pulls a face and shakes his head. No more traps here.
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The guy's got good eyes; that's helpful to know! And Rin, nodding, moves forward, slower now. They pause at the top of the next steps; if there's a door to their left, they'd like to peer inside, but only if Sen's right behind them.
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A hall does seem to stretch in that direction. It's difficult to tell where the chanting is coming from.
Faolan is going to carefully edge around the trap and help Dmitri, as well.
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Dmitri will accept that help gladly and gratefully. And! Without saying anything! Though he does press that man's hand, just lightly.
Rin glances down both hallways, conflicted. They thought, they thought the noises were a little louder in the 'chowing down on bones' room. They don't know, and now they're not really sure they heard it like that, but there's not much else to work with.
...Unless.
They turn to the group. "Hey. What would happen if someone made the noises back at them? Helpful or no?"
It sounds like - it almost is - a very casual suggestion.
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Sen looks intrigued, if only because noise is his business.
Faolan looks as though he's horrified but trying not to look horrified. Very softly, he replies, "Maybe we don't announce where we are."
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Rin Messages Sen: [ It could be interesting, right? ]
But.
But Faolan makes an all right point. And probably, probably jeopardizing stealth isn't a great idea.
"That's kind of what I thought. I mean, I could cast a sound somewhere else. Or if any of you can transport voices or something, that'd be great.
"But we're doing all right with quiet so far." They shoot Dima a look that very clearly suggests they mean after that shield incident.
"So. Okay. We want to go toward where the sound maybe's a little louder?"
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