Like fat Prophets, Profits? Profits.
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In another lifetime, those symbols and runes that had been carved into the walls had been put there in warning -- their meaning clear to those who would come to that place and try and take things from inside. In another lifetime, she and Gabe may have been able to read that language, but it was lost to time, and thus, the warnings had gone un-heeded, as they had both pressed forward into the chamber, her hanging back from the dias just a little, to make sure no man sized spiders or centipedes came crawling out of the various different pathways that lead into that central dias. It all looks out of place at this point Gabe, who puts some of this shite in a tomb like chamber? Gammy mages that's who.

She would have understood, as she circled the room, the grooves in the floor that she thought were there for bringing carts into this room -- like old stone roads, the grooves that would be cut into them over time by the rolling of wagon wheels -- it was a track for something to roll along, of course there would be a track for something to roll along, it was probably how they got their treasures into this main storage room. She wrote them off in her mind, because even if something had rolled along them in the past, they were partially filled with dirt and mud now, and there was no way a sled or anything was traveling along them any time soon.

So she turns her eyes back to watching out for threats she could kill. Those were the types of threats she was good at taking care of. When she heard his exhalation, confirming that he had the prize, she turned to tell him good work on his unraveling of the magic, but she didn't have the chance as the place rumbled, as if something had just shook loose from being set in place for way too long, and the last piece of the puzzle fell into place for her. Those tracks were for bringing things in.. they were for something to roll out on, and probably trap them in this place for good, if they weren't killed by the trap itself in the mean time. She raced up the dias to him, and turned around to give him access to her pack. Quick, toss it in and let's get the hells out of here before this place is the last place we get a chance to see ever again!

@Gabriel Poulin


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RE: Like fat Prophets, Profits? Profits. - by Gabriel Poulin - 03-25-2024, 02:00 PM
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