<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The standard target number in Scion is 7, so if I'm reading that spread correctly you got two successes on each roll: 7 and 9 on the first, two 8s on the second.</div></div><br/>The jaguars each took a half-step back, as Jasmine sat up, watching with great curiosity.  Extraordinary as the docile great cats were, the chamber she found herself in was replete with more.  The room was square, fifteen yards by fifteen, and seemingly built entirely of unmortared sandstone blocks.  The carvings she'd seen etched above her spread across the ceiling and down all four walls.  A few moments' glance at their repeating motifs and replicated figures confirmed an early suspicion: for the all the skill with which they were executed, the carvings were not just artistic representations.  They were a phonetic glyph-alphabet system, each figure associated with a particular sound rather than a literal meaning.  Though a cursory scan revealed little more, the phonetic strings made more sense the longer she spent trying to understand them.  Somehow she felt that could interpret what the carvings' words meant, as though she were recalling a language she'd not used in years, though time and effort would be required to sort that information into place.<br/><br/>Ahead of her was the apparent exit, an arched doorway that opened onto a stone landing drenched in sunlight.  Behind her, the carvings curved around a bas relief figure etched into the sandstone, a representation rather than script.  It depicted a humanoid figure, mantled and haloed in arching feathers, its face covered by a skull-like mask, its left foot missing--not broken off, but carved to depict a leg neatly severed just above the ankle.  A necklace, like that she wore rendered in stone, dangled from the figure's neck, and it clutched a spear twin to the one she wore.  Its point disappeared beneath the masked head's chin, and rivulets of 'blood' curled down the spearhead's length.  To either side of the bas relief figure lay piles of curved, shattered sheets of stone.  At first glance they might've been smashed pottery, but a few largely intact pieces--an ear, a paw, a tail--implied that when whole they'd been stone depictions of jaguars standing free of the wall.  Beside her sarcophagus, formed of the same sandstone as everything else in sight, the lid of her resting place lay shattered on the floor.  It remained face-up though, and appeared to be carved with a likeness of the figure worked into the rear wall, minus the many claw fresh claw marks defacing the lid's version.<br/><br/>Beyond the archway before her, which had no apparent door or the hinges for mounting one, the landing extended perhaps five yards before dropping away.  A dizzyingly steep staircase swept down from it, out of sight from her position.  She seemed to be on the top level of a tall structure.  Far beyond, dawn's sunlight showed a dusty, parched landscape of high desert, red-gold sand weather-sculpted stone heights dotted with pale, scrubby plants.  No sound but the wind trailing in from outside met her ears, cool and dry, stirring her chamber's dust into ankle-height wraiths.  The jaguars, now settled onto their haunches, watched her expectantly with twitching tails.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Detailed examination of the writing all over the walls is an extended Int+Academics test, with each roll representing an hour's study.  Aside from the shards of masonry on the floor, beside the sarcophagus and at the foot of the figure carved in the rear wall there are no objects in the chamber.  Inspecting the surrounding area from the landing outside would be a matter for Perception+Awareness or Survival.</div></div>