Hmmm ...Amalrik then squats down after examining the mechanism and gives it a test push / pull / whatever. Wiggles and jiggles it along.

Dwarghar shakes his head and comes back to reality

"Apologies, friends. That fall may have knocked something loose. I'll have to talk to someone the next time we're in a town. Regardless, I would imagine this tunnel to our right would slope downward. There just likely isn't enough room otherwise. I would think."

"Well, you're the Dwarf," says Creston. "You tell us whether there's a slope."

Manaku frowns. "Let me get this straight: we want to go down the direction that smells foul? Why?"

Left.

Einhard yells back from the left tunnel "Are you guys coming or not?!" and then mumbles under his breath to Dora "I swear it probably takes them an hour just to figure out if they should shit or piss first."

Dwarghar shrugs and starts making his way towards Einhard

"WE're coming Einhard, hold your horses, errr, horse."

The lever won't budge further away. It seems that it's already in the PUSH position.

However, when the Barbarian pulls the lever towards him there's a loud CLACK, and a section of rails at the base of the lever switch from the right side to the left.

As the party argues the sound of wheels rolling from the left side gets louder.

[Amalrik, make a save vs. Petrification please]
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Einhard comes to a stop and rests his arm on Dora. "OK, we're holding." Then he heard the clanking of the tracks. "Finally," he mumbled under his breath.

Saving throw to resist turning to stone ...

20:43, Today: Amalrik rolled 19 using 1d20.  Petrification save.

Drat, saved from becoming a statue in an unknown mine in the middle of no-where ...

Manaku finally shrugs and starts heading to the left as well, apparently unaware of the danger headed his way.

Not quite the threat you're expecting, Amalrik.

Something falls from above and lands just in front of the Barbarian with a large SPLAT.

Amalrik blinks in confusion. It's the statue of Yagi! Still pulling at her magic stick! But it's mostly upside down and leaning a strange angle, sort of floating a foot in the air. You also see a few shiny baubles glittering in the torchlight, floating by her stone frame like stars.

[Amalrik, roll percentile please.]
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20:53, Today: Amalrik rolled 90 using 1d100.  Amalrik - Percentage roll.

Amalrik stands very still, scratching his head as Yagi makes another appearance - upside down and floating ... And a stone statute at that.

Amalrik slowly realizes from the way Yagi's statue and other objects and quivering slightly that they're all in some kind of clear jelly, like the kind his mother made from calf brains when he was but a small (but still ferocious) child.

But this jelly doesn't seem to be wiggling just because it fell from a ledge higher up. It's advancing towards him.

[Amalrik, roll initiative]

Meanwhile, the squealing and clacking of wheels from below gets louder, along with a chorus of angry barking and yapping sounds.

Brodd, seeing something going after Amalrik, grabs a rock and throws it at a quivering 'thing' advancing.


15:00, Today: Brother Brodd rolled 6 using 1d6. initiative.
14:58, Today: Brother Brodd rolled 3 using 1d4. damage.
14:58, Today: Brother Brodd rolled 6 using 1d20. to hit.

Judging from the abrupt change of the arc, the rock bounces off the transparent surface and falls over the ledge.

"Great gods of grog!   What the *hell* is that?"  queried Alietra, from nowhere near the front of the party.

"Are we just going to throw stones, and hope it stops?  Isn't this a time for magic?"   she glanced toward the party's robed wizard, in the hope of something spectacular.

With a 20:19, Today: Amalrik rolled 0 using 1d20-1.  Amalrik - Initiative. (assuming a -1 Dex applies), Dear Amalrik suddenly feels that a mound of calf brain jam would be a real nice treat right about now ... Ahhh, dear old mom, when she called you in for dinner, last one there got leftovers - licking the cooking pots ...

"I don't think Plant Growth or Charm Person will help here. What do we do?" Sasar looks for a plant to grow up to fight the cube.

[d6 But fine]

12:00, Today: DM rolled 2,6 using D20,2d4.  Cube wants a hug.

The cube inches forward and oozes against the sharp point of Amalrik’s weapon, then lurches back.

"I don't suppose anybody brought a net?"

Meanwhile, at the front of the expedition, Sir Einhard spots a ray of light in the pit below, like a bullseye lantern but ten times as bright, spiraling upwards quickly. The mechanical racket and yapping sounds seem to be accompanying it.