Floor 1 "Wheel": 1-1

[Anastasia]

The bone is tossed! It lands on the pressure plate, which sinks down! A clattering alarm is heard...but nothing seems to come in reply to it.

[Dracos]

"...an alarm.  Well, something will be coming soon.  Shall we proceed down this or take a different route?"

[Merc]

"If there's an alarm, I would expect there's something this way that someone wants to keep out of our hands, correct?" Varian reasons out. "I say we proceed."

[Dracos]

"...Alright," Shadow simply walked along the path.

[Anastasia]

The path winds for a way, before hooking to the left. No signs of any security or guards despite the alarm. It's most quiet down this path, which goes on a little way.

[Dracos]

They continue, to the left.

[Anastasia]

They come to another intersection! This time two other paths twine together, all of the going on into a downward plunge deeper into the tall, almost wobbling stacks of junk!

* Hatbot --> "Infinite_Ko_Loop rolls 1d20+8 Shadow SPOT and gets 13." [1d20=5]
* Hatbot --> "Infinite_Ko_Loop rolls 1d20+2 and gets 20." [1d20=18]

Varian notices there are subtle arrows in the junk, pointing towards the rightmost path.

[Merc]

"I'm surprised we haven't -seen- any guards yet, reacting to that alarm," the gnome mutters under his breath, not particularly aiming it at Shadow or anything, rather just making the observation. The lack of reaction has actually left him a bit more nervous and paranoid than if something -had- shown up.

[Dracos]

"It is strange...but perhaps the passage was assuming us going the other way."

[Merc]

"...huh, arrows," Varian comments as he points them out for Shadow.

[Anastasia]

As the two dither, they hear something LOUD coming behind them. The sound of a heavy footstep hitting the ground!

[Dracos]

"...Let's go that way," Shadow hurried toward the rightmost path.

[Merc]

Varian hurries after Shadow. "Guess someone finally reacted to the alarm."

[Anastasia]

The duo hurries ahead! They find it slopes downward here, into...what look sto be a still smouldering, ruined, massive mess of junk. Something quite nasty happened here, obviously.

Behind you, you can hear the thumping again, loud!

[Merc]

"Ugh, I think we may have to fight our way out of this mess. Doesn't look like we can move onward," Varian mutters with some curses under his breath as he readies his crossbow to fire at whatever might approach from behind.