Patrolling The Halls

[*DarkArc]

Charae made her way into the cell as the Namers were cleaning it. She followed the presence indicated by the wand and began to search the room.

\\I rolled 1d20+16 = 36 (removing light penalty for being indoors). Since it was a 20, I screenshoted it just in case xD

[*Midnight]

The three namer's who accompany her have no idea but Charae as much as any drow would be loathe to admit it is an elf and her sharpened senses reveal that the back wall is false now if only she could find what would open it.

[*DarkArc]

Charae rubbed her chin, knocking on the corners of the false wall and feeling along its surface for any signs of keyholes or switches. If she found nothing, Charae pulled a scroll from the case hanging from her hip and recited a Knock spell scroll.

[*Midnight]

As the spell is cast Charae feels the magic struggle with a different older kind of enchantment. Struggle and fail. The room is sparse though there is a bed a bucket and a stool. If the key is here there are only so many things it could only be so many things. As the knock scroll is read a scrapping noise can be heard from behind the wall and the sound of rusted metal.

[*DarkArc]

Charae blinked upon hearing the sound behind the fake wall. Figuring the key might be in the room, she began to search what little was within the room.

\\1d20+15 = 30 check if needed.

[*Midnight]

As Charae searches around the room she finds that the bucket is rooted to the floor As she tries to move it sinks down into the floor. The wall slides back and two skeletons in Mercykiller armour rush out. The source of the reading from her spell. Her own comrades draw their weapons and battle commences.

[*DarkArc]

"Tsk." Charae drew her katana, speaking a prayer to strengthen her subordinates as she moved in to strike at the undead.

[*Midnight]

As Charare joins the combat it becomes trvially easy. The indead are dispatched and clatter to the floor. The door open now leads down a dark unlit corridor that would appear to lead somewhere into the bowels of the prison.

[*DarkArc]

The dark elf glanced down into the unlit corridor for a moment before turning back to her subordinates. "It appears someone has been using our prison for their own purposes. We are going to investigate who and why. Any objections?"

[*Midnight]

There are none

//The rest of this will involve some slightly more serious combar though and is probably best handled in game.