With his blade still resting on his shoulder Gabriel walked out. "I can go first again if you preffer."

OOC: Sods law dictates this will come back to bite me, but:

IC: "Go ahead, but if you get crushed by some sort of counter weight/collapsable ceiling gig, don't blame me." Sol smilied jokingly. "Seriously though, I don't wish to insult your abilitys, but this place has a stench of evil, you've told us that much. Do you really think that it would change things if you went before the rest of us?" He turned to Draonor, "I like the one on the right. The middle one's always so official, all the good stuffs always down the side routes." He grinned as he headed over towards the door on the right.

The small group shuffled dow the other side hallway slowly. Once again it was nothing but dusty cobwebs and the odd motion at the edges of their vision. As the group neared the end of the hallway another room opened out before them. This room is empty save for dust and a single, small stone chest in the center of the floor. Evidently no one has disturbed this chamber for many years. "Hmm," Zane commented, "it seems that once again we've found something."

Before anyone could step into the room Sol's arm swung out, blocking anyone from passing through.
"Hold on a sec. This is what I was talking about." He stepped over to the chest. "Stay back there. This may take a while" He said as he streched his fingers. Then, tapping the chest he heard a very clear and sharp "Tink".
"Like I thought" He muttered, absorbed in his work. He ran his hands over the chest's exterior, paying attention to the clasp. Eventualy he found a secret button along the side, flush with the surface. Pushing it he heard the trap within release. The chest now safe he lifted the lid.
"Bingo. You can move now" He called back to the group standing a little ways off. He reached down and pulled out a belt and another ring. "I hope these were worth the effort"

"Well it sure seems this place contained more than just evil. Shall we continue further." As he finished Zane made for the door and motioned for others to follow. A short trip back through the hall the group arrived back in the central entrance chamber. "So we ready to head down that middle path yet," asked Zane.

Siyamak sighed as he stood in the entryway -- hands on his hips -- feeling the negative energy of his powers flow invisibly through him and thinking about how superfluous he was.

"Look," he finally said, "I'm almost sure there's something here. And since we haven't found it yet, it's probably down there. We should be prepared, but I don't see any merit in waiting around for it to come to us. I'm going, if you're in I think Zane should take point with me, bringing that lit torch along is just going to make us a target until we're right next to them."

Siyamak moved towards the final passageway. "You in?"

Zane recovered his torch and slipped it into his bag. "Indeed this may be a disadvantage if something is waiting for us." He quickly joined Siyamak and started down the hall. It was much like all the other halls, that is long dusty and dark.

The long stone hall ends in a stone chamber furnished only with cracked, moldering tables on which lie rusted implements of iron. Rain falls into the middle of the room from a shaft in the ceiling that must run all the way to the top of the tor. From the bottom of the shaft dangles a rope, swinging slightly. A drain in the center of the floor allows the water to escape, but old, dark stains suggest that it was used to carry away other fluids long ago.

Just before walking into the room Zane stopped the small company of men. Suddenly, from the doorway on the fair side of the room step two burly humanoids. Each stands more than 6 feet tall and has feral eyes and flat facial features. With a roar, the two draw their weapons and charge.

(ooc: Roll Init, Me: 9 Aero:9 Kp: 11 SS: 23 IC:11)

As the beastmen charged, Sol calmly drew his crossbow and fired, hiting the left one in the arm (4 damage). It roared in pain, not really slowing down. Sol grinned, reaching for another bolt.

Siyamak repsonded as quickly as he could, pulling his compound bow off his shoulder and an arrow from his belt quiver in one swift motion. Aiming intently, he nocked the bowstring and pulled back the arrow. Just as he had the creature in his sights, he released.

...awkwardly.

Siyamak flinched as the arrow spun to nearly hit his foot and the bowstring bit into his forearm.

He sighed. "My god, I'm worthless today..."

Draonor went to hurl a javelin at the foes, only to have the javelin fly a bit high and go over their heads. "Damn." He said as he moved up ahead of the lower AC'd peeps to hopefully shield them from attacks.