Labalyn's memorial

[Anastasia]

There is more silence, before another door appears before you.

[Nephrite]

Moore tentatively opens this one!

[Anastasia]

It opens to a dark, rusty hallway. Metal entirely, no stone or wood.

[Nephrite]

Moore will enter!

"I would ask, if you're able, to let those I came in here with not have to endure any further hardships." He calls out as he goes down the hallway. "I'm not asking you to free them from the prison."

[Anastasia]

The only answer is an empty, tight hall ahead. It ends in another door of rusty metal, silent and forgotten in this hellhole.

[Nephrite]

"As I was coming down here, I was getting so angry about what you are doing to the prisoners here." He says as he walks the hall. "Your thoughtlessness and the way the people here are treated is abhorrent."

Another few steps. "But, I didn't realize that you're just as much of a prisoner here, aren't you? So, I will do what I promised - to bring freedom and hope to those here, if that's something you seek. So... just hold on a little longer."

Moore reaches the door and opens it!

[Anastasia]

This door opens up into another hallway. Tighter, narrow, even for you. Jagged metal edges and barbs stick out from the walls, crusted with old, dried blood.

[Nephrite]

"You really don't make this easy, do you?" Moore asks. "Or... no, I guess, you -can't-, can you?"

Can he alter reality some sort of shrinking for this? I know there's an actual alter size SDA but I'm hoping for something on a smaller scale.

[Anastasia]

Sure, a variant of reduce person is entirely reasonable.

[Nephrite]

Moore will shrink himself down so he can step through without issue.

"I'm sorry it's been so long." He says. "I met the Guardian in Arcadia, who had only Shar's song to listen to for however long it's been. I imagine all you've been able to listen to are the prisoners."

[Anastasia]

What's your damage reduction?

[Nephrite]

15/epic and cold iron. He also has 11/- from his lingering songs.

[Anastasia]

Your skin shivers. You feel the touch of cold iron as you pass by the barbs, each one just barely caressing your skin. You aren't quite injured, tough enough to shrug off such things, but you feel it nonetheless.

Onward.

Narrow. Narrower. You risk being wounded by the barbs now, so tight as to have no choice but to be slashed and maimed by them as you are now. Sufficiently good wiggling skills might let you go deeper safely.

[Nephrite]

All he can do is proceed forward.

Are we talking Acrobatics here, or just raw Dexterity?

[Anastasia]

Escape Artist.