<strong><span class="bbc_u">Meanwhile with Eleonora</span></strong><br/><br/>She answered back extremely well knocking the statue back a bit and that was no small feat considering how much heavier he was at the moment. She managed to push him a few mets back and he grunts a touch now waiting for the next attempt she makes. Now there was no noise for the moment as they square off against one another and then the faint sounds of clanging could be heard from down the halls. past the exit from this place. And it should be noted that the items were still on the altar as well.<br/><br/>(Nice move! And the fact that you had a +1 penalty going into that is even more epic.)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Meanwhile with Jesnath</span></strong><br/><br/>((Would have accepted vitality and actually a lower roll in version 1.0 is better))<br/><br/>Jesnath was smart in his approach as he held his breath and made his way across carefully avoiding the flowers figuring them to be quite harmful to his existence. Not taking a chance he got to the other side with reasonable success avoiding the not so subtle snares of the flowers attempts at capturing him and then he passes on through the portcullis. The melody he was hearing was significantly louder now and then looking about Jesnath could see that beyond the portcullis that there were two separate corridors and they seemed completely different from the ruins of a dungeon he had found himself in. One goes to the north leading to an oak door which looks to have been lined with salt at the bottom of the door as a preventive ward and another to the south which was where the melody came from and the door itself has some kind of marking upon it in some sort of language, he couldn't tell what it meant. At the center of these two corridors was some kind of old well that seems to have no bucket or rope to it anymore as the mechanism has been rotted and rusted beyond repair thanks to time's machinations.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Meanwhile with Xaria</strong></span><br/><br/>Xaria's efforts seemed absolutely hopeless as with every second that goes by the monster gets closer and closer to its lair once more and to her. Nude and sweating coldly she finally jams the silver hairpick in but it's now stuck and lock cannot be opened now! Worried now at what might happen but at the same time turned on from it she tugged at the chain figuring to bring herself before her new master when suddenly.... The chain popped out at the hinges upon the wall. She was now loose after all of that due to an absolute stroke of dumb luck and now she could recover her armor and weapons and get upon her way. She could still make her escape if she hurried. There was all but one exit and she could easily make a dash with only the remains of the shackles and the silver hair pick as the only things upon her.