Cyrius

THe young man grins at Rose and Seramal as the sorcerer joins them in the dim chamber. The light of the sunrod sheds enough light to see all the small room to ward off some of the feeling of claustrophobia that the small room would othersiw justify. Looking at the gap and the slab he nods to the others. "Can you girls give me a hand. We'l see if all together we can push this down. It may take a few tries. It looks pretty heavy!". Putting his shoulder against the slab he leans in trying to push it aside.

Spoiler: Str checks
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Hope for assists but I'l roll the first 5 tries
(1d20+3)[5]
(1d20+3)[15]
(1d20+3)[12]
(1d20+3)[11]
(1d20+3)[10]