Marik nods and go sit in a corner with Rani. Right after sitting, he begin to forage into the bags on Rani's back and take out a few good slices of venison meat he give her. The panther bites into it so quickly she almost bite Marik hand in the process, which the elf retract hastily. While the panther start chewing happily, the elf sit on her back and takes out a visibly used whetstone from one of his pocket. He takes out his blade, a beautiful curved elven sword with a guard sculpted from bone and a dark wood handle with a small, intricately carved piece of silver forming the tip. Carvings looking like curled vines interlacing scripture run along the length of the blade.

The elf start to sharpen the blade with precise, careful movements, muttering something in elven.

[Language unknown: "Eau thawhiati,] Sesÿra.[Language unknown:  Ri all. M butingwhi atetr ek enpe omeat...Ngnt-ofal, To inewhihat." ]
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Shrugging, Filimena plops herself down onto the ground cross-legged right where she stands, resting her head in her palms and her elbows against her knees.

Raszire found himself a spot where he could easily keep an eye on the door and rested as best he could.

As the group gets ready to take a bit of a rest, Marik notices one of the slightly raised stones near the South

OOC: MAP

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As he sharpen his blade and take a breather, Marik let his gaze trail off on the walls, looking at the malachite formations. The raised stone get his attention.


He wave the hand to catch Raszire attention and point the blade toward the raised button.

"Maybe there is a better way forward. A subtler way..."
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Omaron swiftly packs up his portable tea brewing kit, nestling the mostly-copper set safely within his backpack. As Marik points out the hidden catch, he nods. "Subtle can indeed be better," he says, settling his pack on his shoulders and hefting his axe and shield. "Ready, my friends."

Filimena gets up, feeling surprisingly refreshed, in spite of her wounds. In fact... She holds her hands in front of her, flexing her fingers for a while before clenching them into fists, and then motioning with her left hand at some loose pebbles. They move. So it works. Filimena whistles and grins, eyes flashing towards a space somewhere above her head. Much appreciated, she thinks.

"Would you like me to push the button?" she asks the rest of the party, cracking her knuckles and motioning at it from where she's standing, close to the other side of the room.

Marik holds up the blade and gently run a finger along the edge. "This should do..." he thinks. "Not great, but enough to turn half a dwarf into a quarter at least.". He gently tap on Rani's side, making the panther rise, ready for action.

He look at the button, then Filimena, and nods. He sheathe his sword and get his bow ready.
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A well hidden door swings open revealing  a cold, dark room, some ten foot wide by twenty foot.  A iron lever juts from an iron plate bolted to the eastern wall.

OOC: MAP
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Omaron glances around the revealed space. "Interesting," he mutters, then pulls back to watch the obvious door. "Probably good to look around before pulling it, but you never know."

With the secret door open Raszire nods to Omarron "Agreed."

Moving over to the door Raszire listens for any sounds coming from the other side.

20:16, Today: Raszire Toumash rolled 17 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 14.  Perception.

"Any idea what...puling it as you say might do?" ask Marik. "What kind of use could a small secret room like that have?"
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Raszire hears nothing beyond the door. Those viewing the secret room note that lever look similar to the one the group used to operate the lift which brought them down.

"Looking at it closer...it seems quite similar to the one we used earlier to get down here. Good to know we have a way to get back up" say the elf. "Seems we'll have to use the door, unless..."

Marik look on the ground, trying to see if they are tracks of dust or footprints indicating where the hobgoblins and children could have passed here. Surely getting in and out of a mine would leave some tracks?

OOC: I'll use Marik Passive Perception to try to spot tracks.
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There is no dust here to mark the passage of people.

OOC: strangely (/sarcasm) that isn't how passive skill checks work ... if you're looking then it is an active thus should be a roll.

OOC: Of course...sorry, brain fart...


Marik take a moment to study the walls and the floor of the secret room, just to make sure they aren't missing anything. Is the room entirely bare or is there some furniture?

OOC: Marik rolled 10 for Perception.

Stepping slowly up to the opening, Filimena too peeks in, peering at the ground and sniffing the air.

OOC: A couple of things here. How does the air smell like? Does it smell stale?

Filimena can cast guidance on herself, right? In any case, rolled poorly for perception:

20:15, Today: Filimena the Gentle rolled 9 using d20+3+d4, rerolling ones with rolls of 4,2.  Perception with Guidance.

Was the floor outside dusty?

Not hearing any sounds from the other side of the door Raszire proceeds to check the door for any signs of a trap or recent use.

08:39, Today: Raszire Toumash rolled 19 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 16.  Perception check.

Marik finds nothing as the space is just a semi-large empty room. It would easily be mistaken for a storage room if not for the lever.

The ground here is worked Malachite, perhaps by dwarven hand if Filimena had to guess. Nothing else catches her eye.

Looking over the door Raszire sees nothing that would indicate it to trapped but he does note that it is good repair and the hinges have been recently oiled.

OOC: Yes Filimena can cast Guidance on herself - the spell has range Touch.

The floors in Jzadirune were fairly dusty, but not so here.

Marik returns to Raszire, as the dragonborn appear to have finished his inspection of the door. Looking at his expression, it doesn't seem to be trapped. He signal Rani to position herself right behind the Dragonborn in order to have a good view if the door is opened and nock a arrow, pointing the bow at the closed door.

Looking at Raszire, he nods to signal he is ready. Rani get ready to pounce and growl in anticipation.

FIlimena raises an eyebrow and turns to follow the elf back to the other door. Noticing the rest of the party readying themselves for what might be on the other side, she does the same, digging in her heels and raising her staff towards the door.

”I could open the door from a distance again with a Mage Hand spell, if you think that helps,” she whispers.

Omaron concentrates for a moment as his features, as well as those near him, take on a stony cast once more. "That may be best, lass," he says, cracking his neck with a quick side to side motion. "Ready when you all are."


OOC:
Activate stone aura, granting everyone within 10' of me a +1 to AC.

With a flick of her staff, a smokey, translucent white hand materialises in the air before the door and stretches out to open it.

OOC: Mage Hand is such a weird spell. I have a hard time imagining it.

Raszire had moved to the side of the door with his mace and shield ready. Making sure to give those with ranged attacks plenty of room when the door opened.

OOC: But it is a very useful spell. Hopefully the door isn't locked, hadn't checked that bit.

The smoke hand changes color as it move through the air, from white to black to green to yellow and back again and with each shift in color the spectral hand becomes slightly less normal and becoming more tentacle like. At last it grasp the door handle and opens it slowly to reveal the room beyond. A long hall who's ceilings rises to an apex of twenty feet overhead. The floor, walls, and vaulted ceiling are composed of smooth black stone that almost seems to absorb light. Two cylindrical iron cages, each one five feet tall and two feet wide, dangle from the ceiling by iron chains. The base of each cage hangs five feet above the floor. A strange sculpture stands in the middle of the hall between the two cages: a five-foot tall column of roughly hewn gray stone covered with sharp protrusions. Four crystal-tipped appendages jut from the stony mass, each one pointing in a different direction.

OOC: MAP update
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