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Sonny brushed his hand against the arch. His high-pitched voice is pitched somewhat lower, as though he is afraid something might overhear. "Worked stone. Strange, hidden passageway. This normal for Sigil brothels? This starting to seem like worse and worse idea to Sonny." he complained, looking nervous.
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Sonny brushed his hand against the arch. His high-pitched voice is pitched somewhat lower, as though he is afraid something might overhear. "Worked stone. Strange, hidden passageway. This normal for Sigil brothels? This starting to seem like worse and worse idea to Sonny." he complained, looking nervous.
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Just FYI, it's at the edges of my darkvision, which is double that of yours, so you don't actually see it just by standing there...
Gryfe
Gryfe slowly advances through the arch, staying alert, as he peers beyond... attempting to locate the sound of the voices coming from the end of the hallway.
(I'm assuming that Connor threw the stone with light on it before Feng tried to jump across the hallway, creating illumination down the hall, enough for those with darkvision to see the arch....)
Feng makes a running leap down the hallway, he falls quite short, and lands hard on the ground, grunting in pain. As he starts to get up, there's a quiet, but very audible click sound, and the stones beneath him fall away.
Even his uncanny barbarian reflexes aren't fast enough for Feng to roll away, and he falls down a deep pit. Feng takes 15 points of bludegeoning damage from the fall. At the bottom of the pit are several large, sharp spikes. One of the spikes hits Feng's breastplate hard enough to leave a dent in it, but Feng falls off to the side of the spike, unharmed.
The rest of the party can hear a loud ringing sound from up ahead. The pit is nearly one-hundered feet across, with only a very small ledge around the sides of the hallway.
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((I was talking aboiut the arch we're at, with the torches, not the one Gryfe can see. Or qwas I mistaken, and there aren't two arches? ))
Sonny
Sonny followed along after Korral, more sedately. He looked at the span of empty space, annoyed. He hadn't renewed his spell of Dark Way that morning, anticipating the need for more martial spells, and was now metaphorically kicking himself for it. He didn't have any way of bridging the gap or of fishing their barbarian out of the pit.
He peered over the edge, before turning back towards the rest of the party. "Well, Sonny is stumped. Suggestions?"
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"That's... not good," Is'sara commented as she listened to the Feng crash to the bottom of the pit. She sets her pack down and fetches a length of rope. "I hope it's long enough... unless someone else has a better idea?"
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"Here, I've got some rope too. If it's not long enough we can tie ours together." Nick shifts out of his drow disguise, allowing his equipment to reform on him. He then draws his rope out of his haversack and lowers it down to Feng.
((How wide is the hallway we are currently in? Wide enough to allow full wingspan/flying? Doubtful, but I figured I'd ask before I go and make assumptions.))
((OOC: Yes, but from a roleplaying perspective, our characters wouldn't just leave him down there. Not even Sonny, who is pretty much the evilest of the lot. Hmm... I wonder if Zimmia's character would let me get away with bringing Feng back as an Awakened Mummy. I do so love mummies.))
Sonny
Sonny looked down at the pit. "Someone - who is not Sonny - want to go down and rescue Feng, maybe? Sonny not even bring rope."
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((OOC: yah no, Is'sara won't let you bring his corpse back as a mummy - nice try though ))
Is'sara
Working with Nick to tie the two lengths of rope together, Is'sara looks at the others. "Why don't you lower me down there? Then I can heal him and tie the rope around him and you all can haul him up, and then lower the rope back down for me." she asks looking with slight disbelief at Korral.
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Sonny
"Sounds like good plan. No worries," he told her, patting her elbow (the highest part of her he could reach) reassuringly. "Sonny stay here like good goblin while girl trapped inside death pit with hurt orc barbarian likely mad with pain and rage."
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((OOC: Oh, sure, ruin all my evil fun. Durned good-aligned clerics ))
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Is'sara
"If necessary, that's what command spells are for my small friend. Such encounters aren't required to end in brutality," Is'sara smiles and she begins to tie the rope around her waist.
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Korral shrugs at Is'sara's look. "I've lost dear friends before, and I left them in the dirt, while I hardly knew Feng. There are times and places for grief, and in the middle of events such as this hardly seem to be the right time. Then again, perhaps I've become to accustomed to death. My training was in two of the most pragmatic of the disciplines of the divine way."
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"Lost as in 'fell down a hole and not going to check whether he's alive?' We serve very different gods, you and I," Is'sara replies, her eyes hardening. "If this is the group concensus then so be it." She raises an eyebrow to the others.
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My listen check isn't wonderful - but let's try it anyway. Listening for sounds from the pit. (1d20+7)[17]
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Korral points over the side of the pit. "See that spike sticking out of Feng's chest? That indicates death," he says sarcastically.
((OOC: no, I never got a description from .... saying that - If he posted it then I missed it and I apologize. I'm playing in character just the same as you are - but I think we're looking at two different scenes right now))
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((OOC: Until .... lets us know what happened, anyhow. Those of us with darkvision could presumably see into the hole to see what happened to Feng.))
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