I headed down the dark corridor of roughly hewn stone for quite some time before coming to a door. Checking for traps, I found none and proceeded to open it. Only a few feet in, was a large refuse pit that took up almost the entire room. It was rather deep and seemingly impossible to span. On the opposite side of the room stood another door. Noticing two long planks standing next to it, I ascertained that they were indeed the way across…but from the other side. Using my grappling hook and some rope, I managed to snag them and drop them down into the pit. Again using my rope, I managed a lasso and dropped it over the fallen planks and pulled them up to me. Tying them overlapping each other, I layed the makeshift bridge across the pit and crossed to the other side.
This door seemed stronger looking and cleaner than the last door, but I sensed something else. Casting a minor cantrip, I detected a small, magical rune on the door’s handle. A trap of some sort, electrically charged. With a spell, I unlocked the door, but the rune remained. How to pass it by? I am not yet strong enough to dispel such effects. My answer was in the pit below. Rummaging around in the refuse were some rats. With what can only be described as dumb luck, I lassoed one of the little critters, much to its dismay. Before it could gnaw itself free, I flung it onto the door handle, setting off the magic of the rune. My hope of avoiding a nasty shock was quickly dispelled, however, as I was caught in a cone shaped blast of electricity. After wretching and shaking uncontrollably for several minutes, I managed to recover. The rat was not so lucky. It was still shaking violently, when I untied it from my rope and unceremoniously kicked it back down into the pit.
The next room was rather confusing, as I stepped through the now open door, I walked into a busy tavern. I could faintly hear an alarm of some kind, in the background noise. Something certainly wasn’t right here, but sure enough, it was a bustling tavern. After pinching the bottom of the serving wench that passed by, to ensure I wasn’t dreaming, I closed my eyes and felt my way along the wall. What looked like wood, still felt like stone. Aha! I followed the wall until suddenly the sounds stopped. I had left the area of the illusion. After finding a well room at the end of one corridor, I made my way back to another long hallway, that curved as it went along. At it’s end, it branched off the the left and right, but circled around and met on the other side. Patterns and grooves filled with powder were carved into the floor in these corridors. A large round room was in the middle of the large circular hall. Opposite the room’s entrance was a large dimensional picture of sorts, showing the area just outside of the tower. Peering into the room I was surprised to see a…woman, taking a bath. After letting her cover herself (I am a gentleman after all), we spoke, though I stayed in the perceived safety of the corridor’s ‘circle’. She was clearly not from around here. Here meaning this world. She introduced herself as ‘Fawn’ and seemed genuinely distressed at the news that Mallory might be dead. He had summoned her two years ago to learn more about her kind and where she was from. Perhaps they had developed an attraction, as she said. She was living quite comfortably in this large, well furnished room, and seemed content being here. However, I noted that the protective circle was still intact. Perhaps his attraction, and trust, only went so far. She is a demon after all. In any event, I told her I would find out more and return to her.
Heading back into the ‘tavern room’, I noticed that it had now become a normal room. The ‘alarm’ had also stopped. Clever ruse, Mallory. The next room I entered made my eyes open wide. This was the study, with bookshelves, wine, a roaring fire…and a large, floating round creature with a few tentacles ending in eyes. It was humming, yes humming, a tune and dusting the shelves. For such an ugly creature, it was quite polite and pleasant to talk to. He explained that he was the caretaker here and kept the room clean for Mallory, though he hasn’t seen him for quite some time.
After perusing the books (I may have to stop back in here on my way out…), I left and made my way across the ‘tavern room’ to a set of large metallic double doors. The caretaker, whose name I gave up trying to remember before he ever finished saying it, had told me this was Mallory’s laboratory. After skillfully bypassing the magical traps on these doors, I entered the lab. It was a mess. Everything in the room had been smashed or broken. Before I could look around further, I was set upon by a small horde of tiny, winged ferocious little creatures. They came at me in a rush, trying to bite me and clamp onto me. After a few minutes of fighting and being bitten many times, I managed to finish off the last of them. Using some of my healing salve and a few orisons of healing, I felt much better.
Before searching the lab, I’ll check the Seeking Stone and see if the Decanter is nearby.