'Critical Fail'

A small darkened room welcomed the adventurers. Glistening spider webs and years of decay decorated the otherwise unremarkable room. The room appeared sealed with no method of further passage. The walls were lined with rough plaster and a broken mosaic. With a light step and keen eyes the pair of rouges declared the area safe, and a degree of peace descended on the wary explorers.

Upon closer inspection; the mosaic displayed many epic battles and the many heroic deeds of the hero of the dwarven fable; the ‘Orc-Slayer’. The mosaic was beyond its best days, but with a touch of care it could have been described as magnificent. On an adjacent wall, the art showed a different story; three separate rooms and three symbols. A gray shield, a purple circle, and an orange staff. A more solemn depiction of the Orc-Slayer, laying eyes-closed, weapons crossing his chest (and surrounded by the many corpses of his enemies), was also on the tiles.

Surrounding the purple symbol, a shadow in the wall the shape of a door appeared in reaction to the proximity of the Sun-rods. Ox resorting to simple deductions immediately utilised his tremendous strength and began to force the stone to move. As for the rest of the team, they had began to look for an alternate method of entry. Amidst their efforts, Sparks the plucky gnomish sorcerer, spotted a peculiar hole amongst the decorations.

With caution he placed a peice of wooden debris into the space and teased the area gently. The team jumped at the shocking sound of rusty gears and crushing timber. The stone door swung open abruptly. Ox fell forward during a heroic push, landing in a heap on the floor of the new passage.

‘Looks like we’re in, lads.’ commented Brave-Axe, as he batted the rising dust.

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