Memories of Holdenshire.

As the thunder of his bullwhip echoed in the empty hall, Chester peered out into the darkness, the weapon coiling and curling as if it had a life of its own as he watched the silent darkness. Only after a few moments of stillness did he retract it, keeping the compact bundle to hand.

He put out an ear to the darkness, but the only thing he could hear was the subtle hiss of the skeleton's bones reacting with the gooey remains. "I think it's all clear."

Eronar keeps his bow in hand, not taking for granted that they are safe. He waits for someone else to lead the way so he can cover their advance.

Harsk maintain his bow in burly calloused left hand. Whilst stooping low and checking for any tracks he might have missed!
Yes, well done, friends. Let’s keep moving. Perhaps our lady is still just ahead of us!
Calloused hand runs along dungeonous floor. Checking for tracks, and perhaps for triggers towards secret passages as well.

Its save to say that our heroine traversed this trap. Shouldn't be to big of a deal the cross this
After taking a running start Roak jumps over the pit

She says as he is preparing to jump, "Thats going to be really painful if you don't make it." She waits to see if Roark does well.

Scarfs asks, "Anyone got any pitons to anchor that rope." before she plans a running start and jump herself.

Roark catches the rope that is thrown to him.
You know, I could try and pull the leaver. It might close the trapdoor, but...
He kneels down and examines the pit and the trap door mechanism and locks
It could also trigger something else

Our half orc fellow ties the rope off, and aids his friends on the way across.
I guess I can go first, Harsk says with careful confidence!
The half-orc ranger steps lightly, with chain-shirted prowess, and strides heroically across.

Scarfs keeps with the rope while Harsk crosses. "Falling sucks right now."

Harass crosse athletically with the rope. Tying it off at the door, then exhibiting athletic rangerly skills whilst grasping Hempen rope with calloused hands.
Wish me luck, he exudes to adventuresome friends!

Dex!

As the others are working with ropes, Chester steps up to the edge and then, almost effortlessly, takes a hopping step across the gap. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as he watches Harsk slip down from the dangling rope, turning to Roark. "Don't suppose there's enough slack to put an end down this side?"

"Great. I will drop my end of the rope so you can climb out the other side." Scarfs drops the rope to Harsk's. After he is up fairly athletic Scarfs will take a long running start to leap across the pit.