Immersive Ink

"The dwarf is right. I can make nothing of this, save that the West seem to be more tame than the East. So, how will we tempt the Ogres into our trap?"

"shall we try Rhod's plan for the ogres then lads? Who has oil with them?" "I have 4 pints with me. Come now speak up."

"Attracting their attention may simply be a matter of opening yonder door! If not, then a few hollered remarks about an Ogre's comeliness should do the trick." suggests Golguldir, already moving back toward the lobby.

"It may be that hurling burning oil flasks will do the trick--and if there is a pool of oil in the doorway too, so be it! I will position myself at the final door; and should any Ogre threaten to pass through the conflagration and hail of missiles I shall encorcel it!"

Het says, If opening the door doesn't do it, I'll sneak through and find them. If I get lucky and find just one, I might be able to do some serious damage with my sling before it notices me, and I'm fast enough to outrun it back here.

"All right, then!" Rhod says. "We'll get into position."

He adopts a kneeling position in the agreed doorway, observing the length of the corridor, and starts selecting the straightest of his arrows to fire first.

Het smiles and rubs his hands together as he watches the ambush preparation commence.

Don't forget the rope to trip them with! he giggles.

Once it looks like his companions are ready, he'll open the door and stand back. Assuming no ogres burst through, he'll quietly creep down the corridor and see what he sees.

The door opens into a wide, open room, 30' south x 40' west. There is a 20' wide corridor leading south, out of the South-west corner of the room. There are four green caryatid columns in the room - two directly south of you against the south wall, and two to the west of you along the north wall, each in its own 10' section. The room has sparse straw scattered all over its floor

Het will poke his head back into the other room.

Blas, did you ever enter this room? Do those columns move?