"Should we ask if anyone's home, just walk in or try and provoke a response?"

Hoat scratches his woolly head, thinking.

"Well now, provokin's always worked fer me..."

He takes the butt of is halbard and knocks heavily on anything that looks like a usable door.
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Hoat knocks on the stone arch that marks the entrance to the ziggurat. After waiting a few seconds, there doesn't seem to be any response. It is not silent though, you can still hear the sounds of the jungle, the more distant sound of the river and you believe that you can hear some activity from inside the temple.

<Blue>"How rude! We knock and no one answers. I guess the guided tour is out."<blue> Flik comments.

hoat takes a step back scanning the building as a whole,

"Well now, Flik, Cap'n says there be only the one door.  Unless you got any better ideas, I say we make a ruckus o' some kind t'a get 'em to stick their blasted heads out so we can cut 'em off."

"Or we could just walk right in."

Hoat laughs loudly,

"Aye! We could at that shipmate!"  He sets his halbard aside, and pushes through the doorway.  He does not check, at first, to see if there is anything amiss.
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Hoat passes under the arch of the doorway and it suddenly erupts in an explosion of green mist. Hoat feels his exposed flesh burn in acid.

OOC: Make a reflex save DC 16 for half damage (full is 16).

Hoat roars in pain, as the acid attacks his flesh, but he manages to dodge the thickest part of the mist.  He immediately reaches for his halbard and starts looking around for necks to chop.

(OOC:
19:05, Today: Hoat Hundemar rolled 17 using 1d20+3. Reflex Save.)

"I guess that's why they don't feel like answering the door... You alright? That looked like in stung a bit." Flik commented

Zorlax looks at Flix I don't suppose you could do something about the trap are esteemed Hoat has discovered?

"About the trap it's self, not a thing. However, I could heal Hoat if he wants me to." Flik responded as he took out his wand.

"So Hoat should I stitch ya up?"

Hoat uses some loose soil to try and scrub away any remaining acidic residue.  The pain has subsided somewhat, but Hoat pays it about as much attention as he would a flea.  At the moment he is just trying to keep his anger in check so he doesn't run off into any more traps.

"Nah Flick.  Thanks, but keep yer healin fer when we really need it."

"Alright" flik replies as he puts the wand away.

"Now if I was a horrible, mean and uncaring person I would probably order the least liked member of the crew to run in ahead of us to disarm the traps, but since I'm not that's a terrible idea. Hmm, perhpas it would be a good idea for our ship's wizard to try to see if there are any suspicious magical aura's after that i guess aurlin or Aralanthalas should take point from here."
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Coming in from the rear, Aurlin offers to search any more doors they encounter for suspiciouse devices but clearly stats that he has no desire to enter the probably well guarded room first.

<OOC> Sorry you got splashed Hoat and don't fear to dish me out orders. You did get the first mate position after all and you are in charge of me, Aralanthalas and Zorlax for this particular mission.

With a look at Hoat, Zorlax quickly passes his hand out and looks for anymore suprises.

-PL-

[Private to Zorlax Marn: Does that mean you're casting Detect Magic or something? Unless you're just waving your arm could you please indicate what you're doing?]

pm[Private to DM N1NJ4C0W: Opps, yes. Detect Magic looking for anything "hot" I was in a hurry last night and everyone was waiting on me...Thanks]

Hoat again, and stubbornly perhaps, tries to reenter the building through the trapped doorway.

This time there is nothing impeding Hoat's progress. Whatever trap he set off seemed to have expended it's energies.

Flik follows in after Hoat.

"Paul. Go with the treasure group. I have a bad feeling that they're going t'need ye. The rest of ye dogs advance on me signal."

Aralanthalas draws his weapon and follows Flik.

Zorlax stays at the rear of the group, confident that he will be safe there and able to cast his spells more effectively.

"Aye Aye cap'n..." I turn, stop, and turn back. "Which way's tha treasure?"
This message was last edited by the player at 03:50, Tue 18 Apr 2006.