Myr's Sword (Surraruthru)

[Anastasia]

It radiates magic, yes. Make Spellcraft.

[Yuthirin]

<Serith> DarthSquiddius roll for Serith < 62 > [d20=18]

Sk-blam.

[Anastasia]

It's a wall that becomes passable when solid creatures try to walk through it.

[Yuthirin]

Looking for surprises, traps, & rubber chickens.

Tryll investigate the wall closely before attempting to look beyond it.

[Anastasia]

Search check then.

[Yuthirin]

Requesting roll 1d20+15

[Ebiris]

[20:36] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+15 for Yuth
[20:36] <Serith> Ebiris roll for Serith < 27 > [d20=12]

[Yuthirin]

Thanks Eb

[Anastasia]

There are no traps around the wall, at least that Tryll finds.

[Yuthirin]

Tryll peeks through, ready to flee if spotted.

[Anastasia]

Ahead is a room. Dwarves hang here, over a dozen on meat hooks. The robed men slice strips of flesh off with small knives, silently working away. The dwarves all scream, cry and thrash, but they do not make a single sound. Lying on the floor is a massively bloated dwarf, tremendously fat. He lies there with his mouth held open by iron wiring, looking hungrily at the strips of flesh being cut off the other dwarves.

[Yuthirin]

what the fuck where do you come up with this shit

Detect Psionics is up, is the silencing effect area-wide or is it on each individual dwarf? Also tell me everything about everything in this room. Magic, psionics, everything.

[Anastasia]

Spellcraft/Psicraft, Tryll.

[Yuthirin]

<Serith> DarthSquiddius roll for Serith < 57 > [d20=13]

[Anastasia]

There is an enchantment making the room silent. Feast.

Beyond that, there is magic wrapped around those knives. Dark magic of sacrifice, weapons drenched in so much blood they have become magical. They are my faithful servants.

Finally, the deeds in this room have drenched it with magic. The room calls for blood. Craves it. Wounds will not stop bleeding here. The hour draws close. Amen!