The rogue fires and hits the beast. It falls to the ground, dead. Tai skewers it to be on the safe side. He nods his head, sheathing his sword and whistles. It doesn't seem there are more of them least not yet.

Lyrian reminded herself not to fire her own crossbow that close to her neck ever again.  A little bit to one side and she would have skewered herself right through the throat!  She stared down at the little beast with revulsion.

"What in the gods' name are they?" she asks, rubbing where the beastie had grabbed her.

Landor shook his head and put his mace away. “I don’t know, but luckily it doesn’t matter anymore. We should take a look around and make sure there is nothing else in here we have to worry about. For all we know they could have just been babies.” He searched the bones and looked carefully down the crevasse.

"I wouldn't say that it doesn't matter. Knowing what they are could prove quite useful should there be more," stated the sorcerer as he began looking over the creatures to see if he could identify them. Though, it seemed that were like nothing he had ever seen before.

20:23, Today: Perrin Stryfelaughter rolled 6 using 1d20+4. Knowledge (Arcana) Check.

Gar snorted at the beast and smiled at tai and how he 'made sure' they were dead. He looked at the others and while they inspected the bodies, the half orc looked around, his axe in hand

Lyrian takes a look a the doors, grate, and crevasse.  The gate looked fairly solid, so hopefully nothing was coming through that without a lot of noise.  While she was a good climber, going into unknown blackness where there could be dozens of the little flying horrors was not her idea of fun.

She gestures to the north door.  "Shall we?"  If there are no objections, she will move to the door, give it an examination for traps, disable them if any, see if it's unlocked, and get it open if necessary.

OOC: 21:41, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 12 using 1d20+10.  Search.
21:41, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 32 using 1d20+12.  Disable Device.
21:42, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 17 using 1d20+12.  Open Lock.

The rogue opens the door, not seeing anything out of the ordinary.

But then, a massive blast comes from the doorway once open!

CRACK BOOM!

She is hit by some sort of fire blast! It hits her hard!

OOC
Lyrian is hit by the blast. Take 19 Damage. I rolled Evasion but failed.
Make a 2nd roll for Evasion. If you made it, take no damage.
DC 23

Gar, his eyes on the chasm, turned to the sound and see the woman fly across his field of vision and the fiery explosion. The orc, driven on instinct, stalked over to the doorway, expecting some wizard to come through

The kenku moves over to the rogue fast. He grabs the blanket from his pack and hits her several times once she is down trying to stop the fire from burning her. He whistles several times and glances at the barbarian rushing towards the fire and glancing at the cleric whistling.

OOC
I will give you +2 to the rolls since Tai is helping you out.

Lyrian cursed herself for not taking more care for her search even as she was diving away.  She had been nearly clear when Tai stepped in to help, and Lyrian found herself plastered to the floor, singed badly but not dead, heart hammering in her chest at her close scrape.

"Olidamarra who looks over the swift, thank you," she says, so quickly it's nearly one word.  "Tai, you too.  I am so, very, very sorry about that."  She scrambles up to see what might have hit her, trap or animate foe!

OOC: 07:43, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 26 using 1d20+9.  Reflex Saving Throw.
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The rogue seems clear of any further damage, and the half-orc spots several mechanisms for the trap but that is all. The door starts to close again and it doesn't seem like it even goes further then maybe 10'.

Tai nods his head and puts the now singed blanket into his backpack. He moves to get between the barbarian and the door and stops in his tracks, looking at him. The samurai puts a arm up to stop him.

Landor just stands in shock as the rogue is blasted backwards and lands on the floor. He rushes to her side and places a hand on her stomach to heal the immediate internal bleeding. Then he places his symbol of Pelor over her heart and chants a prayer to the Sun God. Between both healings, she would be completely healed from her wounds. “There that should do it. I am glad there was something left of you to put back together. I suppose as long as there doesn’t appear to be anything else in that room that we proceed to the gate.”

Used Touch of Healing ability first to heal her 6 hp then cast cure light wounds to heal the remaining damage.
10:18, Today: Landor Halbrek rolled 15 using 1d8+8.  Cure light wounds.
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The orc, surprised that it wasn't some evil mage and some contraption, turned to the rogue. "Some kind of contraption....thought some wizard got you."

He walked over to the woman and knelt. "Are you ok?"

"I suppose Landor is correct. Best to just to move onto the southern door." stated Perrin as he wondered how the elf wasn't completely blown away by what had come out of the door. The dwarves that once resided in this place were quite ingenious in their machinations.

"Though we probably should have known something was up with that doorway. There are a bunch of skeletons around it," he mused aloud as he waited for the next doorway to be checked.
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Lyrian gasps as Brother Landor's magic washes over her, washing away the burns with Pelor's healing magic.  "Thank you, Sun's Ray," she says, accepting the help and trying to shop shaking.  That had been closer to expiring than she had ever wanted to be.  "That was foolish of me.  Should have guessed there would have been magic traps the deeper in you go.  Must have been something important in there," she says, talking a little too fast in her nervousness.

The group moves towards the southern door. Tai waits to let the rogue do her thing. He rests his hands upon his hilt ready to attack if needbe.

"All right," Lyrian says, mostly to herself.  "With delicacy and close attention this time..." and bends to search the door for anything untoward, disabling it if necessary, and opening the lock if needed.

OOC:  09:45, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 21 using 1d20+10.  Search.
09:45, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 22 using 1d20+12.  Disable Device.
09:46, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 14 using 1d20+12.  Open Lock.

Landor readies his mace for a possible attack. “Second time’s the charm?”

Gar standing beside tai, holds his axe in both hands, ready to move.

"Let's just hope that only good things are beyond this door," stated Perrin as he stood behind Gar and Tai just in case it was another explosion.

The rogue finds no traps and nothing to disable but when she tries to pick the lock, the elf has trouble and it remains untouched.

Tai tilts his head, and looks at the others. He pulls out the sword slightly and looks at the door.

"One moment, I think I tickled that to the left rather than the right..." Lyrian tries again, this time more familiar with the workings of the lock.

OOC: 07:03, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 25 using 1d20+14.  Open Lock.

CLICK

The door seems to be now open.

"And people say that the 'third' time is the charm," commented Perrin as he pulled out his sling and loaded a stone into it. Given that the last few doors had led to a fight, he figured that the same would be true for this one. "So who wants to go first?"

Gar, holding the axe, nodded and stepped forward to go through the door first. He took a deep breath, stepped in and to the left, letting others in if there was any enemies