Beneath Dweomerheart (Surraruthru, Tryll, 87 days left)

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh checks out that trap door!

[Anastasia]

You open it. It reveals a path going down with an old wooden ladder leading down. Only about 15ft or so, a large recess down here, books stacked up all over.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh goes down! Incorporeally!

[Anastasia]

It's a recess full of ancient books, stacked up and dusty. Some are rotted or worse, but you can spot many that look reasonably intact. It's also a mess down here, books over everything.

[Yuthirin]

"Bore mooks down here!"

[Anastasia]

Kascha comes over to the trap door and calls, "Beg pardon? Did I hear something about boring minions?"

Canderella chuckles, but doesn't comment directly.

"Yeah, it means Calleigh can't speak right, or is bored of being understood." Dana remarks, waiting and half leaning against an ancient old bookshelf.

"...oh! Oh! You mixed up the first letters. Yes, yes. Let me come down and help you with them, Calleight," Kascha says, gently floating down to the bottom with you.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Books are always worth-while loot."

Surraruthru hops down as well to help.

[Anastasia]

Cool. Anyone that's looting the books make a Spot check, please.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+38 Spot
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 53 > [d20=15]

[Anastasia]

Cool. Could you roll for Tryll and Calleigh real quick, since I'm trying not to stall us here and Yuth isn't here right this sec?

[Iron Dragoon]

Calleigh didn't have ranks in spot, so Tryll it is. I'll do Kascha too since you had her go down there.

> roll 1d20+36 Spot Tryll
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 44 > [d20=8]

> roll 1d20+39 Spot Kascha
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 58 > [d20=19]

[Yuthirin]

Tryll[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+36 : 16 + 36, total 52[/blockquote]
Calleigh[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+29 : 20 + 29, total 49[/blockquote]

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh uses Tryll's ranks, as she's a familiar. I didn't see that Iddy had rolled for me, though.

[Anastasia]

As Kascha and Calleigh gather books, they both notice something. Hidden beneath several worthless and rotted books is a small lockbox, an old iron lock on it little more than rust now.

[Yuthirin]

"Box!" Calleigh shouts, tossing books aside.