1: Monastery of the Iron God

"There are only two levels in these catacombs," Czespecem informs you. "There is a cache of coins that we are not to touch, I will know when I see it. Otherwise, the Iron God bids us to cleanse and empty the place, completing his punishment of the recreant monks."

Seeing the whole situation unfold, Lith drops his dart to the ground and comes with the only sensible reply to the situation:
"What the fuck."

Benetolio stands, mouth agape, and watches the scene with great fascination. When Czesecem returns to the ground, Benetolio either seems unconcerned with his companion's fate or unable to separate the wonder of the moment with how bad that could have been.

"Wait," he cuts in. "How do you know this? Did the Iron God speak to you?" he asks.

There is a look a great interest and awe as Czespecem goes through his journey within light. Look of almost mid interest is in Derrick’s eyes as he looks upon the spade welding Dwarf, "An honour to speak with a god, and even more interesting is that he is still present within this temple after destroying it so many years ago."

The Cleric quickly scans and searches the room, looking for evidence of the possession of Czespecem.

"Yes," the little fellow answers. His voice shakes for a moment. "Even in the vision, he was a statue of iron. His head spun around and he spoke to me. He told me what I have told you. It was in a big room, ... it was like a dream but real. Very big statue."

Derrick begins clearing the dust from the floor, and finds that the pattern of concentric circles that had glowed are actually inset into the floor, and made of iron. They do not seem to react to touching, stepping, or invoking, now that the dwarf had triggered them already. His quick scan of the room reveals nothing else.

Czespecem had meant to examine the nook in the southwest corner of the room, but the vision had distracted him.

Czespecem moves to the corner with the nook.

In the niche, along the diagonal wall, Czespecem manages to find a secret door, disguised in the stone and covered in dust. It looks to be a simple push and perhaps sliding door.

What do you do?

"Guys - there is a hidden door here." Czespecem checks for traps.

As usual, after finding the door Czespecem goes to work searching for hidden dangers. And, as usual, he finds nothing. So far it seems that this upper level has not been trapped, nor dangerously guarded.

The secret door opens into a room, hexagonal in shape and fifteen feet from wall to wall. This room is hung with undisturbed tapestries, dusty and frayed, but finely crafted. On the east wall is a door, and Lith's keen senses are able to find another secret door hidden on the northwest wall. Neither new door seems to be trapped.

Edgar peeks his head into the room and looks around.
"That hidden door intrigues me. There is a good chance that there is something valuable behind it, or else why is it hidden. Also, if we do stumble upon that cache, I don't mind leaving it to the Iron God."

Czespecem nods. His expression is solemn. "At least I will check it for traps," he comments. "Did we shut the other door behind us now?"

Gesturing to Brogan to flank him, and to Rogar to hold aside the tapestry on the northwest wall, Czespecem cautiously opens the hidden door.

The door opens into a room with two doors, one to the north and one to the south. There are several small carpets on the floor of this room, but they are frayed and foul. Rogar grunts in annoyance at yet another empty room. "At least these tapestries should fetch us some money," he mutters, disappointedly.

Without any obvious danger in the room, the thieves begin their work. But where the dwarf struggles to find any traps, it is the elf who steps back from the door with confidence that it is but a normal door.

"Rogar, that's a good point," Czespecem comments. "They might be heavy to move all the way to a market, though."

The empty rooms grind on Derrick a little but he thinks back to his temple training. He slows his breath and goes through the prayers to Sekhmet, calming himself and refocusing his energies. "There will be dangers and treasures enough, be thankful we are being watched over for now."

He hefts his shield and follows into the next room.

Benetolio shuffles along with the rest of the party. He is still quite pleased with the fact he was able to add such a valuable spell to his spellbook. Of course, he couldn't cast it yet, but it will no doubt prove useful someday.

He snaps back to attention and adjusts the wick of his lantern while moving ahead.

The three doors await your decision.