Meanwhile, across the room, the rest of the party are drawn toward the wolf-effigy like moths to a flame...
[p Man,mail+helm,sword,shield,9,16/16]Dieter[/p], [p Dwarf,mail+helm,axe,shield,9,24/24]Dorgan[/p], and [p Old Elf,leather+helm,spear,hand,12,10/10]Highbough[/p] all approach the decorated passage end cautiously...
coffee wrote:"Am I crazy?" he asks, "or would something like that be a great place to put a trap? Or hide a secret door?"
| 1d6=1! Alas Dorgan fails to note the trapdoor hidden in the stonework. Now the ref checks who will be affected by the pit trap; a throw of 5-6 catches each of: Dieter=5, Dorgan=5, Highbough=2 |
...no sooner has [p Man,mail+helm,sword,shield,9,16/16]Dieter[/p] spoken these fateful words when the floor drops out beneath his feet! And woe! [p Dwarf,mail+helm,axe,shield,9,24/24]Dorgan[/p] is too near behind and can't stop himself falling into the pit too!
"AAAAaaaarrrrrghghhhhhhh....!!"
[p Old Elf,leather+helm,spear,hand,12,10/10]Highbough[/p] is left poised delicately on a 2ft wide ledge between the wall and the pit--precisely as if it were his intention to be so--and momentarily glimpses the pair of heroes vanish down the black hole; they seem to veer violently to the right (of those facing the wolf-effigy from the passage entry) just before they vanish from sight entirely. He has the impression from their receding cries that they've been sucked into a steep, hungry chute.
The stone eyes of the mocking effigy roll over with a stoneware grind, and the trapdoor snaps closed with a resounding thud.