![]() Although I suppose it may want for a simple code, rather than some sort of riddle. Y’shtola tried to concentrate on any aetheric components, to see if she could follow where they led. The scholars gathered around it, while Keimwyda and Estinien stood back to give them room. The five-by-five arrangement sported a variety of colors, and each tile was engraved with a distinctive glyph. In the middle of the gate where each door fit together, where one might expect to find a keyhole, there was instead an elaborately carved frame, housing a series of tiles in a grid. The curling patterns of the bars were far too narrow to hope to fit through, but wide enough to see through to the room beyond-it was as overflowing with treasure as those they had already explored. The gate was, unsurprisingly, highly ornate, wrought out of heavy iron, fitting exactly from floor to ceiling. Their path led them to a hallway, which was barred halfway down by a gate. Urianger made some note or other about the timing of the activation of traps. “Now look what you’ve done.”Ī few moments, and a half-dozen smashed automata later, the group proceeded on their way. Keimwyda readied her weapon and shot a teasing look to G’raha. “Must you say such things out loud?” Y’shtola sighed-just before the sound of a mechanical trigger snapped in the walls. “Perhaps someone should have informed this Alzadaal that a sturdy stone hole in the ground would suffice,” Estinien muttered. The fact that this place was built under the sea was already impressive-the fact that it had breathtaking views out into the ocean depths seemed almost a laughable excess. The ornate colors and patterns on the walls clearly echoed the common design sense of Radz-at-Han. Even aside from the sheer mass of riches, there was the facility itself. The opulence of the hoard was difficult to fully comprehend. All five Scions were unharmed, so they pushed forward into the winding halls of the vault. “Is everyone all right to continue?” Keimwyda asked. It was practically custom-built for his preferences. It was not just an adventure, but one that led them through a relic of history. While survival was of course top priority in this mission, and recovering funds for the people of Thavnair a near second, it was obvious to anyone that the red-haired Miqo’te was enjoying himself immensely for reasons all his own. “At least these manage to be both at once,” G’raha ventured. ![]() ‘Twould be a shame to inadvertently counsel them on how to make it deadly.” “I can appreciate your kindness in helping our little friends make their moonship interesting. Y’shtola nodded as she re-holstered her staff. “Mine opinion is conflicted, however, as to whether I wish to entrust such a concept to the Loporrits.” “Concealing automaton defenses in the guise of the treasure itself-an ingenious ploy,” Urianger mused. But your point is a fair one too, I suppose.” “I was more referring to the fact that they came to life and attacked us. “There is treasure enough here without those handful of chests.” “I cannot say I expected that,” she said, lowering her bow to her side. The party exhaled a collective breath of relief as the last of the mimics fell motionless, Keimwyda’s arrow still wobbling from the momentum of having struck the final blow. Taking some artistic liberties with the 6.1 dungeon to gently roast our beloved Scions. ![]()
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