Immersive Ink

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Grampus inspects the floor, walls and ceiling for anything out of the ordinary and signs of any recent alterations. He also listens for any activity after asking the group to briefly halt to hear better.

Wiglaff waits silently while the dwarf does his work.

Grampus confirms Wiglaff's suspicions. The roof itself is finely balanced on that supporting pole and removing it would make the ceiling descend and squash people

Makofan wrote:Grampus confirms Wiglaff's suspicions. The roof itself is finely balanced on that supporting pole and removing it would make the ceiling descend and squash people

Vesh ponders the situation & asks the others,"Hmmm could we perhaps send one of our member with our henchmen and gather 4-5 timber poles that we could use to brace the ceiling long enough to retrieve the staff or could Wiglaff's be enough since the staff seems to be holding things up? I know of no spell in my spell book that could assist even if I had it memorized."

Grampus is thinking that gathering some timbers makes sense if the group believe the staff is worth the time and effort to retrieve it.

The quaint custom of the castle is the dungeon door is opened only once per day, so if you head back, you will have to wait one day to re-enter

"We are here now with this timber, we should make the attempt." Maloof opines. "The purpose of the timber is merely to hold the roof long enough to remove the staff, we need not concern ourselves with future structural integrity".

Wiglaff, having suddenly remembered the thing about the door being opened only once per day, gives the matter further thought.

"Indeed, I agree with Maloof. We have what we need."

The elf removes his gear, handing his weapons, backpack, and cloak to Edgar.

"If I should perish," he says with a smile, "please notify my heir, Woter the Dwarf. Please, everyone stay in the hall & do not endanger yourselves."

With that, he takes his rope into the room, bending low to avoid touching the ceiling. He ties one end of the rope firmly around the low end of the staff, then brings the rest of the rope back into the hallway.

Next, he carries the six-foot timber into the room. Moving gingerly, he positions it right next to the staff, standing upright between the ceiling & the floor.

Assuming he's not squashed already, he returns to the hallway & asks for additional hands on the rope. On the count of three, he pulls with all his might to dislodge the staff & drag it swiftly out into the hallway.