Chapter 2: The Tomb of Moving Stones

Kicsi creeps slowly through the passage. Half way to the door she freezes in her steps as a form crosses in front of the slit in the door. She can just make out two eyes peering down the hallway towards her. Holding her breath, she watches the eyes stare for what must have been minutes. Just before moving away from the door the eyes looked just ever so slightly upward. The monk slowly tilted her head up towards the ceiling. Twenty feet up from where she crouched were seven metal cages, the bottoms missing, suspended on chains.

No wires, loose stones, or levers can be seen anywhere in the vicinity. The eyes return to the door slit and stare out into the corridor yet again. Luckily, Kicsi is well hidden.

The monk slinks her way down the passage way only to find that the final third of the path is quite well lit from torches on each side of the corridor. Walking further would make her a sitting duck should the eyes return to the door.

Inching slowly like some sort of worm, Kicsi makes her way down the corridor eventually reaching the door. She leans up against it, hidden from the view of anyone (or thing) that may be looking out the slit.

As Ewan crouches down in front of the door next to Kicsi, a voice bellows through from the other side of the door. "Hey! Who turned out the lights?!" The creature on the other side of the door can be heard fumbling with something metallic. There is a screeching sound as the cages in the corridor come crashing down to the floor. Ewan squishes himself up against the door just in time to prevent his leg from being smashed by the traps from above.

A minute passes and the door opens inward, Kicsi and Ewan almost falling into the continuation of the passage. The creature, a freakishly large man of about 30 years stands mouth ajar looking at the darkness still surrounding the space in front of him.

OOC: You have gained the element of surprise. One free action before INIT comes into play.

As the darkness disappears Kicsi looks directly into the hard, stern eyes of a man dressed in a red robe. His unshaven face is twisted into an expression of confused anger as he sees the diminutive monk. He raises his dagger and he sees Kicsi roll to his left.

Questions and negotiations, however, are difficult to partake in when one's sword slides effortlessly between the ribs and pierces the heart. The man looks down with a blank stare of disbelief and then collapses in a heap at Ewan's feet. He tries to mumble a curse but loses all ability mere seconds after falling to the ground.

Kicsi deftly rifles through the robed man's pockets finding only a handful of silver and copper coins. Flipping him over onto his back though reveals a braided leather choker around the man's neck. A silver dragon is woven into the leather. Though not sure, Kicsi seems to have some sort of feeling about the dragon symbol. Tiamat? she thinks to herself.