[Gameplay] Part 1: The Lottery & Tomb of Akhentepi

The chest in the southeast corner is locked and trapped, such that a razor-sharp, envenomed blade slices into the hand of a would-be thief who attempts to pick it.

Iseret disables the trap, unlocks it, and opens it.

The chest is beautiful, and if undamaged, is worth 200 gp as an art piece (including the trap, which can be reset). The chest contains three potions and two books with thin, gold-plated metal sheets for pages. The first book is a brief biography of Akhentepi, and the second is a list and description of the various military campaigns conducted by the nation of Osirion between 2350 and 2450 ar.

Bernard would immediately find a way to position the assumedly heavy books so that he might read them, and would likely lose himself in doing so until one of the others interrupts him.

"Ah, fascinating, I had read some accounts of these battles, but to have a fist hand account from the Commander himself is a scintillating find!"

"I am in agreement with regards to the chariot being moved at this time, a return trip with the proper tools and possibly a carpenter to do it justice. It is a beautifully crafted item, as is the chest."

Map updated so far.

'Bedtime reading is for bedtime Bernard, any idea what the potions are. Potion of summon crowbar could be real useful right now'

To the right on the map is the last room in this side, beyond a hallway.

Four funerary masks hang on one wall of this short hallway, staring down as if in judgment at anyone standing in the corridor.

In the next room, you can see a table displaying a three-dimensional diorama occupies much of the north side of this room. Three shields with different designs are displayed upon a rack against the east wall, while various weapons hang from another rack along the south wall. Arrayed around the room are five small chests and a clay urn.

"Oh, apologies, I had gotten quite distracted. Oh, those are two potions of Cure Light Wounds and one potion of Darkvision. I should say you are quite right on the usefulness of Summon Crowbar however, Why I know bards have cantrips capable of summoning an instrument, perhaps we could collaborate on a new spell of this sort - the theory is most certainly sound."

They are two potions of cure light wounds and one potion of darkvision.

Iseret is going to closely examine, but not touch, the funerary masks.

Iseret examines the masks and can't see any signs of a booby trap attached to them. He's unable to identify them, however, they appear to be gold plated and thus likely valuable.

Jaware's viewing of the diorama reveals that it is a sculpted landscape with tiny stone and wooden statues. It depicts an ancient battle between the city of Wati and an unidentified enemy.

Bernard will attempt to cross reference the battle depicted with the ones in the gold leaf books and probably give an excited old man play by play.

"Ah yes, this battle was pivotal in the Middle Kingdoms War, where Akhentepi innovated the Sphinx formation into his attack, routing the enemy and giving Wati a massive tactical advantage…."

Well let's take the chest contains now, since it can be useful in the future. Let's move to examine the chests in the next room.

Although Jaware says this, he does not move. He is clearly waiting for someone to say it is safe.

Tabat Menes followed the others. He had spoken to several of them the night before, and had followed along behind, guarding their rear.

Now, as he has ensured their way back is clear, he sees them examining an old war chariot and a series of masks, strangely reluctant to enter the next chamber, as if lacking any clear leadership on whether to enter the room that doesn't look at all look like its a trap, no siree.

Iseret checks the entrance to the next room carefully, looking for traps.

EDIT: Hmmm. I thought that selecting for the roll to be hidden would also hide it from my eyes so that only the GM could see it. Guess not. In the future, I'll just let the GM make the roll so that I don't get an inkling of whether I succeeded or not. Unless, you would prefer otherwise, GM.

Tabat steps forward into the room with the chariot while the others peer down the narrow hall. He wields a beautifully-crafted longsword in one hand, a solid, metal shield bedecked with a large Eye of Horus in the other. His scale mail is polished carefully, as is the mask he wears, decorated to resemble the hawkish glare of the Old God himself.

He is a large man, standing nearly two meters tall and rippled with muscle. In the short amount of time you've spoken with him, you know him to be thoughtful and kind, protective and caring, proud and strong-willed.

"The way behind is safe, for now," he says to the others. "I passed signs of traps, is everyone alright?"

He gestures down the hall, "Iseret, what do your keen eyes sense?"

Khadi rolls her eyes as Jaware makes a suggestion of moving, but then does nothing. 'You could ask Iseret nicely, instead of just assuming. Sun gods know the rest of us are useless at traps. I'm here to fix the mess after they go off, not stop them. ' She teases slightly at the end as Tabat shows up. 'You missed all the fun. Scorpions, and a trap and heavy rocks. Last one was no match for me and the old man of course ' She grins a she flexes her very unimpressive arms.