Log:Explorer's Guild: Sluis Van by the River

Explorer's Guild: Sluis Van by the River

OOC Date: January 17, 2019
Location: Sluis Van
Participants: Explorer's Guild: Corr Waldin, Siha Archer, Syrus, Sajin, Netep Muri, and Maireni; Special Guest Stars Grishk and Merek

SLUIS VAN

Night has fallen over the temple as the Explorer's Guild approaches. The local wildlife, raucous throughout the journey, now is nowhere to be heard, and a pall lies over the structure ahead. Four sibling spires surround one larger central pillar, a familiar sort of shape that most feel instinctively that they've seen before but it's hard to put a finger on exactly where.

Corr is leading the way, the man dragging along on his back a giant electronic device about the size and weight of a typewriter (they are HEAVY). Veteran explorers will recognize that as the Audiotizer 3400. "Good thing we brought the Audiotizer 3400," the man remarks to whoever is closest. "It'll pick up any sorta messages from apparitions so we can analyze 'em. I even sprung for a new module that clips onto the side and'll convert Basic into the same sorta signal the spirits used." If he's not a true believer, it's hard to tell here.

As the group draws near to the temple itself, he'll halt them all outside the main door. "Now. We don't know what kinda hoodoo is goin' on in here but what we do know is, the locals are all scared silly of this place and anyone who comes here won't come back and don't even want to talk about it." The temple is just standing there, empty and vacant, swathed in darkness. The foreboding, almost oppressive atmosphere coming off it seems to fit. "We're goin' in to see what sorta relics might be laying around and uh. If the spirits want to tell us their side of what happened."

Heading inside, the temple immediately opens up into a wide, seemingly innocuous hallway. The walls are lined with various runes and symbols, sconces where light once shone down now devoid of any illumination. "Be careful, and be respectful, even though I'm about certain there's no such thing as ghosts." Okay maybe he's not a true believer.

"The audio-whatzer?" Siha asks with a throaty snorting laugh erupting from within her helmet as she shuffles along, the woman working a new leg, a very low tech one, which is strapped on under her armor, the leg swung around with each step, but much more maneouverable than the pipe she was rocking a few days back, "You made that up /Waldin/." Laughter continues to fetter from within that t-visored bucket atop her head, her sword bouncing off one hip, her pistol the other, woman too amused to mock Corr much further.

Once he draws them to a halt she'll lean in on her fake leg, emotionless helmet trained on the back of Corrs' head, until he turns around, then it's that face, or ..just the back of his head, "/Ghosts/, you're gonna piss 'em off with that stupid box as it is, now we're trampling on their dead bodies I bet, tons of 'em, under the ground ..beneath the temple floors." SWCHHKKT. Out her sword comes, Siha stepping in regardless, "Don't worry, Waldin, I took a potty break, so no tinkling in ugly pots."

Walking along with the group is Syrus Volo, epxlorer extraordinaire. Or seomthing. Along with the locals, Syrus is hesitant about this place. There's just something about it. A feeling he can't quite shake. The big man tugs the strap of his cross-body bag a little closer, 'hrmmm'ing uncomfortably to himself.

"It would be unwise to linger here long," the big man says, looking around at the others. Looking over at Siha, the Kiffar waves, remembering the very mean woman. He holds no grudges, it seems.

"An audio-whaaaat?" Maireni might've seen the device before, but she has no memory of it, which isn't unusual for the Ryn. She's far more inclined to be interested in things that she can stuff into her pocket, and the audotizer doesn't count. "Wait, we're here to go after ghosts?" One hand digs in a pocket, the other is making a gesture that might be made up, then kisses a credit chit. "Don't worry, if we get cursed, I got us covered on offerings that we can burn up real good to make it go away. And we're definitely gonna get cursed. We're muckin' in ghosts business, and they don't like that."

Sajin is walking casually behind Siha in his usual attire though with a big ryyk blade strapped across his back. "Ghosts... herm... why do I habe deja-vu. I feel like we have done this before." The armored Hapan shrugs and looks around carefully scanning with his helm.

Merek has seen a lot, he won't say there are not any ghosts. But also, he doesn't seem too bothered about the situation, since it is a job listing. He has put on each plate of his CNG armor which is tan and black. He has put on the helmet and also checks the HUD while the low light is put on. He looks then to Siha, while he draws his pistol, "Right, probably just some crazy bandits using this as a cover, who knows. Seen it before," he says.

The man looks to Mai and although such can not be noticed, he is lifting his brow in the helmet, "Do ghosts even like to have credits... They have any actual use for it, like... Oh, I would like to buy some... Ghost-bantha." He looks to the floor, "A little worn," he says, but doesn't take too much note of that, it is a place that has seen use in the past.

Muri took the lazy approach - on bike. She's been lounging awhile, waiting for the darkness to set beneath the silver trees while picking and stashing mushrooms for further evaluation. When it's go-time, the flightsuited explorer falls into line with the rest and performs a quickie recheck of her lifesupport pack and whatnot, because old, musty places house nasty microbial things. For now, the helmet remains open, communication clear as her own voice.

"We survived Gand," Netep reminds everyone as their trespass begins. "No doubt the echoes of consciousness haunting about HERE are pissier than dewback with a krayt claw in its arse. 'Jedi' slaughtering one another, and whatnots." She curls her lip distastefully while jiggling her little flashlight to life and sweeps the hazy beam around the vaulted entry hall. She slows her steps to a halt not long after and points the light with a little more purpose. Left, right. Left, right. Left. "Hey. Anyone else notice this? Like a game trail, worn into stone." She takes a little shuffle to the left to plant her own feet in the smooth 'path'.

Grishk watches as Corr gives the run down of what is expected. It was the first time he had worn the armor he was currently equipped with. The sound coming through the helmet is a bit different than he is use to from the Ubese Armor he had been wearing for years prior. "Curses are fantasy." The armored Trandoshan states as he moves with the group. Scanning the hall and noticing what Merek mentions. "Yeah...very worn." He comments. "Any of you going to be blinded if I turn on my flood light?" Asking. He will ignight it if there is no argument. The power armor whines quietly as he looks around. The servos aiding his movements. Eventually causing a longer whine as his cannon is brought to bear.

"Well, that's if that's even true," Corr replies to Muri on her comment regarding the whole Jedi slaughter thing. They haven't come across any bodies yet, right? "I assume it is, but." When the others comment on the wear of the floor, which starts to become noticeable up ahead, the man slows down, stopping short of that area.

The hallway beyond looks much the same, other than the strange indents in the floor, as though many feet have taken special care to tread only in certain spaces. "That looks ominous," he observes to the others. "Try to stay on the footprints. Single file." Carefully, he leads the way, moving with relative ease over the spots where the floor is most worn and avoiding the rest until he reaches the end.

Siha Archer curves a wide, yet very unseen, smile at Syrus as he waves at her, the mean woman completely having forgotten who the man is, "Hey ..you. Howsit." Right hand lifts, since the left one is holding her sword which she holds at her side casually, "So cool to ..see you again?" They've met before, right? "Eeeey, the Lash knows what she's talking about, we're just inviting bad hoodoo. Which is fine." A shrug, Siha grinning, "What, you mean ..a temple, where presumably people for centuries wound the same paths, and we're seeing one now?"

Says the Mandalorian who noticed no such thing, but now that Grishk has turned his flood light on she's looking down to her feet at the well worn path, not blinded by the Trandoshan, but shown the wear. Single file, on the footprints? Siha will allow for a nervous laugh.

"Dude ..." Betcha she wishes she didn't mock Muri now. But she'll try her best, but the fake leg HAS NO BRAIN and so when her right leg steps, the left fake leg is swung around and ..plops where it wishes in a stilted way, another step, the same thing, Siha even trying to use the katana as a cane, but ..nope.

She grunts, head tilted down as she tries to make it do what she wishes, but a grating sliding stone sound erupts to her right and Siha will lift her gaze up just in time to get sunk with a dart that embeds into her neck. Right in the EXACT spot where she ain't got no armor. Right hand slaps up and she'll close fingertips over the dart to yank it out, staring at it,

"All these bloody ..old ..blasted ..temples and their ghosts //always// have the bloody wall darts. If I die, /none/ of you are privy to my shavit. Blasted ..vultures." Mutter, mutter.

"Well enough," Syrus says, lying through his teeth. Again, he hates this place. He doesn't know why, but he does. The bag is pulled even tighter and he moves along with the group, staying where he was told to walk.

He has his share of close calls, though, one even going to far as to have his foot brush up against one of the dart mechanisms. Luckily, for Syrus's sake; that's as far as it goes.

"Whaaaat? Girl please," Maireni answers Merek, shooting a look back at him like he's growing antlers or something. "It ain't that they want to spend it, it's that ya give it up to honor them, so they get that you're real serious about respectin' their presence and they don't haunt you up one side an' right down the other." Her tone suggests that she thinks this should be obvious to everyone, but Ryn are superstitious creatures, so it's probably jsut a Ryn thing. "Like you aint ever been haunted or cursed before. You definitely been cursed." She makes another gesture that's probably meant to ward off bad spirits, and then hops along the path nimbly. You have to be nimble to crawl into locked apartments through air vents. She points at Siha. "She gets it-- OH AY, you just got hit with a dart girl!" She dances closer. "You die, I'm definitely takin' your stuff, don't worry though I'll burn some of it." Presumably to appease ghost Siha when she definitely haunts Mai.

Sajin had seen the worn out steps but others already brought attention to it. He would watch Corr and take note of where he stepped but remaining mindful of possible other routes. He is startled a bit when the dart flies out at Siha. He looks her over as she pulls it out. "Uht oh.. you're going to get high now aren't you..."

Merek moves forward with the others, then he looks as he's stepped onto one of those things that triggers a trap. You know, that's a classic, and it is with a shift of his form he moves away from the dart which comes from the wall. It hits on the other wall next to him while he waits a moment and looks to the others, "Uh..." He looks to the floor, and forward, to see if the place is safe moving forward. He looks then to Mai, "Wouldn't that just mean that /her/ ghost would haunt you for appeasing the ones here?" he asks. Logic. He waits for the others to move though first before he does.

"I imagine they'd bury their own," Netep postulates quietly, opting to hold on to local scuttlebutt about this empty fortress of magical learnings. "Er...you know. Whatever funerary rite." She takes care - tries to - placing one foot in front of the other with the guidance of Grishk's BRIGHT light that totally cancels out her tiny own. Breathing slows, cautious eyes cast surreptitious glances at the walls and ceiling surrounding their trek. Nervous? Nah, not Muri. Just...aware.

She becomes even MORE aware when that 'shhhggk' of stone grinding against stone occurs and whips her head/shoulder around to witness Siha's horror. "Ah.." Her mouth works dumbly, brain racing to come up with possible toxins and weighing the odds of medpack being super effective, while Maireni sends her condolences. "Corr!" Okay, she's a little scared. It's in the voice and in the first name usage while trotting a few steps ahead. "You..?" a point at the Trandoshan next "Who's got drugs? I mean like, all kinds, in ca--" Her heel catches on seemingly nothing then while turning around and a quick one-two-step recovers her balance. Only problem is, half her weight's now planted OFF the safety path. A hasty attempt to right the error comes too late because a portal opens alongside her own blundering self and she catches it with her WIDE EYED face. The armored flighsuit and sealed helmet's great, when sealed, but hers is open and those gabby chops of hers are what takes the 'gotcha' dose.

"Mmm.." She's quite frozen in place now, eyes crossed to stare at the blurry thing lodged a couple inches under her right. Her left hand reaches fairly steadily to pluck it out while chest heaves a shaky exhale. "I'll donate mine to whoever's got the quickest grabhands, just ship what's on the bookshelf to ...well. Address's onboard the ship logs. Naunet Muri." Yup, they're gonna die.

The darts start flying and Grishk makes an audible fart before he rolls to the side as the darts fly by and miss him. "It wasn't a wet one!" he shouts. The continued servo movement echoing through the halls as he stands up and looks about. "Is she okay? I can carry her!" He announces.

"Well. That can't mean anything good," Corr comments as the others reach the end of the hallway, two of them shot by booby-trap darts. "Shame we scared off that doctor or we could maybe figure out what's the deal with those darts. As it is, I'm gonna need you to keep on going and we'll just see how it goes. We're too far out here to send you back alone." A frown creases his face but it's true.

The hallway opens up into a low room, a sort of common chamber by the look of it, and here they have finally found the bodies, or what's left of some of them. The bones are in no particular order or grouping, bones, not full skeletons. Some are cut, some are broken, and scattered about between the isolated remains are the detritus of what was once an ordinary existence. Clothes, left behind as if on a bedroom floor. Datapads, just set down to be picked up in only a few minutes. Backpacks and satchels upended on the floor as if to unpack from a long trip. There was no burial here.

After a moment spent in a reverent silence, Corr swings the Audiotizer 3400 down off his back and sets it up on the floor. "Muri, or anyone else that knows computers, see if you can get this thing on and ask the dead if there's anything they want us to take out of here."

"Did I say I wanted to go back? No, I outlined the terms of my death -- and Lash Lady ..fair enough. Burn my necklace, it's under my uniform and has a bunch of cool fingers on it." That will appease Siha greatly. She even reaches down, after pocketing the dart, into the top of her flightsuit top, threading out a leather corded necklace with a bunch of dessicated fingers on it, revealing it so Mai knows exactly what she's on about. Siha will continue moving forward, swinging her leg about a little more carefully, but not by much, only to come up on a murder room, "Oh, shavit ..." Breathed out, not in surprise, "Looks like my sleeping quarters on my ship. Messy lot." As Corr goes silent Siha will notice not a single thing aside from the ridiculousness of that Audiotizer 3000, "Oh, I thought you were joking about that thing .." Helpfully stated. Sword poked through a backpack idly, setting it atpo a bone of some sort.

Entering the room, Syrus moves to begin his look around. The Kiffar's pensive nature is in full effect here as his dark eyes scan the remains of the temple's previous inhabitants. His big lips twist into a frown and a familiar chill pricks at the hairs on the back of his neck. Taking a deep breath, Syrus moves to kneel next to a datapad. Lifting the device to his mouth, he carefully blows some of the dust from it before wiping the screen crefully with his hand.

The device has not held a charge in some few decades, but some words are burnt onto the screen. "The central chamber..." he squints, angling the screen more level with the light source. "The central chamber is sealed, they cannot get in, though we die our secret..." the big man trails off, quirking his lips in disappointment.

"Seems we've obstacles yet to come," Syrus muses, eyes turning to glance at the other members.

Sajin watches Siha hobble off, "Guess she's fine then." He moves off in his own direction, turning the helm and wrist light on to illuminate the corpses and what ever they might find with them. There is a glint of gold. The Hapan acts quickly before any Ryn can sieze it, kneeling down to scoup it up. He hands teh locket between his fingers, the oval shaped front twisting back and forth slowly as it hangs from gauntleted hand. "M, You have the Key. All my love, R..." He dosn't rightly know what to make of it. "The key, the key to what?"

Merek moves to the Audiator while he settles with it, looking then to Muri. He lets her do all the setting up of the equipment, then he assists with shifting the dials on the device and working to ask a question, while he looks to Sajin and Mai and some of the others, "I am up to suggestions on questions, that said..." He works then to ask, 'Who are the many spirits that call this place home?"

"Right. Okay, it'll be fine." Muri waggles her jaw back and forth a few times to test it, then scrunches nose, pinches brows, performs a systems check of her face. Is that tingling she's detecting, creeping in from the most periphery of nerves, or is that a...wisp of cobweb. She bats it away with a flapping hand while the other slips a little sportknife from her waist. The knife's wielded on herself, boring the tip in alongside the dart puncture, just a wee bit to get the blood flowing. Not so far from whereabouts Thyferra might be along the tattooed Rimma stretch of hyperlanes there. Hahaha. It's then wiped over her thigh and resheathed while she pinches at the surrounding flesh and squeeeeeezes the red water forth. Maybe it buys time, maybe it doesn't and now she's just lookin a mess. Either way, green-haired gal hunkers down alongside Merek and throws Siha a /look/. "It's perfectly legitimate tech. We've used it before." And as memory serves, those spirits weren't fond of her. Maybe these will be more amenable...

Netep turns the beloved Audiotizer on, sets a frequency, plugs in the earmuffs and then flops fully back onto her rear, legs tucking awkwardly up in the thickness of flightsuit. Her right hand props like kickstand behind her. The left is taking off her useless helmet and donning the earmuffs instead to listen for any replies. "Your people have left much behind. Is there any item that ought be free from here?" Aside from whatever Maireni and/or company may be keen to slip into pockets, anyway.

"I found something too!" Grishk says as he pulls out a metallic object "Maybe that isnt't the right key!" he Announces as he holds out the object he found in his hand. It's odd shaped and carved out of metal, as long as one of Grishks abnormally long fingers and covered in weird shapes.

Corr doesn't do much searching of his own. The explorer leader stands by while the others search, keeping an eye out for anything odd and especially on Siha and Muri, as they were recently injected with who knows what. "Well, it sounds like they got somethin' sealed, maybe these are related," he says of Sajin and Grishk's finds. Glancing around, it's obvious to anyone in the room that other than the hallway they came in from, there's three other exits: two small ones on either side of the large area they're in, and a larger door on the far side of the hall they passed through to come here. "Looks like we got some decisions to make. Syrus, you got any strong feelings about which path to take? You been lookin' like you got a weird feeling all night." Meanwhile, he'll wait for Merek and Muri to finish receiving any messages before packing the Audiotizer up on his back again.

Standing up from his crouch, Syrus dusts himself off and looks over to Corr. "Over here," the Kiffar says, lumbering his way towards the exit over to the left. "I hope," he adds.

"Maybe..." Sajin says, nodding to Corr. He turns on his heel and moves towards Grishk, "Here you can take this. See if they work together or something." He places a hand on the grip of his bowcaster and takes up the rear again and Syrus leads the way.

Merek listens to the words, then he shakes his head a bit, with a frown. He shivers a bit and looks to the main exit, "I don't think we should be here, but..." He then looks to Corr, while he considers if the man wishes to keep on task. He does wish to make his credits, but he's made it clear he doesn't like this, "I don't think they want us here, and I don't think taking anything of theirs is the best thing to do," he says. He looks then to Syrus with a sigh while he picks a place. He keeps both the hands of his upon the pistol with him.

"Also, what'd you put in these darts? Are we going to snuff it?" Why that question wasn't on the FOREfront of Muri's mind is something even her player doesn't know, so maybe she's just really focused on her work and on whether or not that twitchy feeling in her eye is a nervous tic or developing palsy courtesy of neurotoxin. When the gentle hum of static in her ears begins to flicker and spit into syllables, the woman sits rigidly upright. "Take...we...take...curse...take...we...curse....death?" A quizzical look shoots first to Merek, then directs vaguely around the room at others and their searching. Namely, Sajin and Grishk holding their precious finds. She pulls one of the earmuffs away from her head and announces "Either we're supposed to take the bones out of here, thereby removing the curse and flipping the finger to death OR...it's like Black says: death flips a finger to us, by way of them and their curses, should we remove objects from this oversized tomb."

With the multiple choice interpretation aired for all, she goes back to listening in case someone feels like fessing up about the boobytraps, clinging to the headset long as she can without lagging behind. Even if that means being tethered a little to Waldin's backside.

Grishk takes the extra piece and looks about. "They?" He scoffs. "Nobod here. We just came across booby traps" The Trandoshank makes his way up to the door that Syrus indicates. "Lets see how it goes" He adds. Seeing if there is a place to put the key(s) and doing so if possible. One arm lowering the massive cannon he has been swinging around as if but a feather.

Was that the key that the stuff they found indicated? Does it unlock the mysterious sealed chamber? WHAT LIES BEY- it certainly does seem to be /a/ key, as it fits into a slot on the side of the door Syrus picked out and the door eases open on eerily silent hinges, the stone panels swinging inward. "There could be more traps," Corr warns, stepping up to the doorway and peering inside.

The next area is another long hallway, but rather than a straight shot, it's sporting an abnormal side-to-side slalom shimmy, like a giant snake slithering through stone left a tunnel behind. Far on the other end is another door, sealed, and this time there is no slot for a key, just criss-crossing runes that wind across its entire surface.

"Oh I ..I know this one." Siha will slur as she saunters, or rather, lopsidedly walks her way to catch up with the others, the poison in the dart having begun to work its way through her already fragile post-surgery body. And with one functioning lung it's just ..a hot mess for her right now, "Oh ..this ..this one is the thing with the snakey-doo and the ..." Her gloved fingers snap a few times, on her right hand, as her sword lifts up to wave about like a wand at the long hallway, "Levirato-delisofus." Snort. A soft laugh, "Wait, what are we not doing? We're ..I wanna go to the sealed places. I'll betcha the ..the ghostie-doos are are mad because of all the damned closed doors. Let 'em loose!" Said as she begins to hop forwards, nudging past people if she has to, sword at the ready.

"I believe that is what we would refer to as 'another day at the office'," Syrus offers to Corr. Anxious, the Kiffar tightens the strap of the bag once more and grips it with both hands as he moves into the room in an attempt to get closer to the runes. "Here goes nothing."

Kneeling down as he closes in, the man squints, running a hand over the runes, softly. "I'm reading...either..." The squint deepends. "Power of Truth. Or. Or Spark of Truth. It's unclear. Does anyone have a stun baton on-hand?"

Maireni has been hanging out quietly, keeping up with the group, digging out a small lighter type device in preparation to set some stuff on fire to appease angry spirits. You know, normal Ryn things. "Whoever here gets cursed, just remember that me and my brother Yoyo can undo that curse real good. For a real reasonable fee, yah? Just remember. I can feel some curses workin' here tonight." Maireni feels herself pushed aside by Siha, credit chit sacrifice slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor. "Heeeeeeeeeeey, watch it you-- hey," She scoops the chit up and then hurries after Siha. "Girl you gonna fall right over here in a second," she informs Siha, giving her a toothy grin as she saunters nearer. Totally not because she's going to look for loot if Siha passes out.

"Yup, she got high..." Sajin says flattly as the poison start to work through Siha's body and the effects become a bit more visible. Upon entering the room he glances around with his head lamp, the runes becoming illuminated a bit better for him. While the others work the issue he keeps an eye out for any threats. "Wouldn't be the first time..." He comments offhandedly to Maireni, "She'll be alright. I'll carry her out if I have to." Like it was an every day thing.

Merek looks over towards Mai while he lifts his brow a bit in thought from under his helmet, then he shifts his attention towards the others. "Looks like we are moving forward with this," he says, while he shifts his pistol up while he moves towards the front defensively while next to the others there. He doesn't notice that much, although he seems to be following whatever Volo does.

"...course they won't tell me," Muri mutters about the ghosts' sudden silence 'bout the presumed poison. "Kri--" she almost says it, but shuts her trap mindfully before the rest of the namecalling comes out and tries to cover it with a clearing of her throat. Followed by another clearing of her throat. And a more acute twitch of that right eye. Oh, hells. Either it's just dropped mega degrees in this winding madhouse or she can't feel her nose. Or cheeks. Or lip.

"Thiya..." Muri trundles along after the hot mess - both hot messes, hi Mai - and reaches like she can grab hold of the Mandalorian's 'sleeve'. Finger slip off uselessly, but she presses on to demand "Cah you fptheel your fpthace?" and pats at Siha's helmeted 'cheek' like that's helpful diagnostic testing. Then her own, smudging blood around.

Grishk in all his armored might, moves to stop Siha from dazing her 'darted' self into the room. "No" he yells, as he reaches out to stop her, his servos stuttering as his long, Trandoshan arm reaches out to grab her out of the way, but ends up in a harmless slap on her shoulder. "NO" he yells from his armor as he swipes with one arm as the armor seems to glitch out. His other is wielding the lightning cannon. He makes a second grasp that is just as ineffective. "She isn't as armored. Let me in first!" he is too late in the announcement though. His feeble blows send the armored frame down and by the time he rises up it will probably be too late.

"Spark of power, huh?" Corr questions as he draws up next to Syrus to stare up at the runes, while in the background a slapfight has ensued like two kids in the back of a minivan. "I don't got anything like that on me." Cra-chunk, someone in armor falls down behind him. Corr seems used to it, not even looking to see who it was. "Settle down back there!" He'll finally turn around to face the others, in various stages of traveling down the twisted hallway. "Anyone got a stun baton or somethin' otherwise... sparky?"

SLAP. There goes Siha's hand into the frame of the entry way as she tries to smack Grisk as he tries to lay his hands upon her, "HEY. You stupid lizard, don't touch me man. You can't /afford this/." Sajin is right. She's high. OR. Reacting badly to whatever was in the dart, "Geeze, afraid of a real /woman/ walkin' in front of you, you ...stupid leathery ..baby egg." Fwoot, see, she's still going forwards towards the door, "Nope, no sparky things, just ..my sparkling personality and this stupid ape. Lizard Ape." Her sword is stabbed into the wall as she falls slightly forwards, fake leg not doing a great job for compensating for her muscled right one which is feeling wobbly from the poison, "Shavit .."

Continuing to trace the runes with his hands, Syrus looks over his shoulder at the commotion happening in the other room. Meanwhile, he and Corr are in here squinting at runes and speaking in hushed, gravelly tones like /real/ explorers!

"I'm not sure this will do much of anything, but...it's worth a try," the Kiffar offers to the leader of the Explorers.

"I think she's gonna need carried," Maireni advises Sajin, having vast experience in seeing people under the influence. "Girl you are /wobbly/, but you still look good," she assures the Mandalorian. The grin she's wearing for Siha is whipped around to face Corr at the need of something sparky. "Oh! Oh I got somethin!" The bag she carries is somewhat misshapen, and some of that is attributed to the two foot long stun baton that is crammed in there at an angle, or it was until she whips the thing out and wags it Corr's direction. "Heeeere you go, you can use this." She shoots a look back at Siha to make sure that she hasn't yet fallen over, not being one to want to miss out on loot, and then moves over to the leader of the group, possibly thwapping people along the way. It's probably an accident.

"Bud, being all knightly and what not with that one doesn't tend to end well. Best to wait until she's knocked herslef out or... is too drugged up to know what's from what. More... dosile that way." Sajin says to Grishk as he he passes by the man, helping him up if it's needed. He watches Siha a bit, "Okay... see. She's in indigent mode right now. Let her run off some steam like an anooba pent up all day inside." He glances over towards the Kiffar and Corr. There wasn't much he could offer in the brains department. Being pretty and muscle really didn't make for much knowledge in more high tech areas of work and study. HE looks to Mai, "I'll take care of it but she's not happy with me right now, rather not get chopped with that Basakad." He mentions in a more low ton as he nears the Ryn. He ahhs as Mai fishse out a thing, "Ohhh... nice job."

Merek looks forward as Grishk seems to be moving for Siha, and he looks to her as well as Muri when they seem to have something upon their mind. He looks then to Mai as he frowns a bit, "You ever think of anything except money?" A real question that needs asking. He then turns his attention to Volo and watches.

AH! Muri flinches stiffly away from the sudden wielding of stunbaton and does so a bit over exaggeratedly, which at least puts her against the curvacious wall that's all solid and nice and assuredly safe. She slooooooowly begins to sag downward into a sit there with face tilted askew to watch those with more wherewithal work some riddle magic. Merek's question puts a little smile on Muri's face, in her soul, anyway. In reality, she can't much emote cept to stare, but shoulders begin to tremble and breath huffs more exhale than in. "Nn..Aash." Not exactly an intelligible explanation, but she tried.

Grishk accepts the help and gets up. His armor eventually recalibrating, "Will have to take this in I guess." He says as he stands and the sounds go back to normal. his head turns to Sajin. "Knightly?" He laughs. "Let's move on." He gestures.Readjusting the floodlight to their current direction.

Through Maireni's wild gesticulating with the stun baton, the tip grazes up against the rune-covered door, and when it does, it abruptly discharges a few thousand volts into the conductive material laid into the stone. The runes flash brightly as they're lit up by the charge, and a deep, resonant sound fills the hallway as something large shifts into (or out of?) place.

The door then glides smoothly open on polished stone hinges, revealing something out of a nightmare. It's worse than the chamber before by far; skulls of the local Sluissi populace are stacked in rows from the floor to the ceiling against one wall. The center of the room is dominated by a large sarcophagus, hanging half open. The interior is filled with wicked spikes. Opposite the skulls hangs a tapestry woven from what looks to be long hairs of various colors, depicting a scene of small, inscrutable figures carrying out what are likely revolting tasks if the prevalence of red and black are any indication.

And finally, standing on a mannequin and almost looking alive, hangs a suit of robes made almost entirely of snakeskin in various exotic shades.

"...Hell of a secret," Corr breathes as he looks inside.

Siha Archer juts out her hip, right hand popping onto it as she flashes Maireni a saucy smile that is completely hidden by her helmet, "You know it, girl." Comes the vox'd voice as Siha tries to do a two-fingered salute next with her hand swinging up to her helmet, half-slapping herself with a soft thunk, "Twenty-Third place in Mandalorian Woman Today's contest for sexiest Mandalorian femme." Oooh yeaaaah. Her sword screeches softly as she leans into it a little harder, tip biting into the wall before she finds her literal footing with a half-hop this way, and a little hop that way, upper body waggling as she tries to coax the leg in line, moving to follow after Corr, commenting to Sajin.

"Please, that big walking purse wasn't trying to be Knightly, he was trying to be 'manly'." Only once her eyes adjust to the sight being provided by her HUD does she whistle out a long note, stepping in to allow the others in for equal access, "What in the ... Whattttt the hellll is thaaaaat. Oh, man ..it just keeps getting /so much better/ the more I look around, whaaaaaat." A sudden laugh as she hobbles her way over to the snakesuit, "Hey, look, it's your cousins, you big walking Purse." Said to Grishk over her shoulder as she reaches out to touch the SKIN SUIT with her free hand, the right one, grinning to herself as she drops down slightly with her right leg, the left one sliding to the side, as she winds her right arm around the waist of the mannequin to take the whole thing, "I just found my loungin' robes." All right, she's good to go, curse be damned.

"Oh my..." Syrus trails off, stepping into the large chamber. His left glove is slipped from his hand and he approaches the coffin. Taking a deep breath, he reaches out with his bare hand and presses it to the torture device.

There's a flash of pain across the man's face before he jerks his hand away. Shivering, the man looks toward the robes and says, "/That/ is what we need to take out of here.

The Kiffar swallows hard and looks around the room, "The inhabitants of this temple tortured and killed the Sluissi people. They...they skinned them...maybe alive...and made /that/."

Maireni is strolling over to Corr with the baton in hand, clearly thinking that she needs to pass it to him, her other hand digging in her bag to pull out a piece of candy. Of course. She slowly unwraps the candy with the free hand, and her teeth, eyeing Merek all the while. "Why you so interested in what I'm thinkin' on?" she asks Merek. "You ain't gotta think about money, cuz you was born in it, yah? You got it, so it puzzles you real hard that others might gotta think real hard on how to conjurate creds to live on." She makes a gesture that's like the 'peace' gesture of other far off galaxies a long time from now, but with the thumb pressed between both fingers. It's also made in an aggressive motion, so it might be rude, it might just be made up, it might be a Ryn thing. Who knows. It's in making that gesture that the sparky baton scrapes against the door and works its magic, making the Ryn dance back in alarm. "AYY WHAT WHAT-- hey what's that?" Curse? What curse. There's a thing that might be worth credits, so she thinks about what she always thinks about and goes to claim that tapestry for herself, dragging the baton along with her. "You think it's worth much?" she asks no one in particular.

"Right, that's the word." The Hapan says to Siha. She went to university after all and the pretty boy was dumb as rocks. Sajin slowly approaches the box of TORTURE. It's scurry and he quivers, going against his better judgment. Curiosity gets the best of him and he sticks his hand inside, "Oh... oh... This isn't so-" Then he starts to scream bloody murder, "Pain! PAIN, THE PAIN!" Before withdrawing his hand and shaking it. He looks to it and it appears he's speading from a few places. "I... wut... damn it." He tries to pick the thing up from the outside but it's bolted down. As good with tools hunks might usually be, this one isn't prepared with a sonic screwdriver. He steps away. Hearing Maireni he passes by her shaking his hand because it still hurts a bit. He whispers to her and then moves away again.

Merek moves to the box that has all the fancy spikes within it, and he moves to pick it up. He does manage to pick it up in part, but the issue? He doesn't have the willpower with him to do it as he blinks a bit and shivers. He frowns, looking around a bit as he backs away from it a little. He looks around to see if there is a simple souveneir he can take, that doesn't seem to be filled with crazy. He takes up his flask to sip from it, under his helmet. He looks also to Mai, "I don't mind people making credits, but you shouldn't be looking for it so much you use others to get it, at least in that way."

What....wassinthere!? Secret!?? UUUUNNNGH! A humming grows loudly in Netep's ears while her fellow explorers are blurring into oblivion right before her frozen eyes, along with whatever majestic(horrific) sights might've been beheld. A little pant of distress gets out and her foot twitches in effort to stand, to no avail. So she goes for a shove forward, powered by the same foot, different angle. Result: Muri slooooowly pitches forward **thunk** and just lays there inert like a dead, half-curled gutkurr. Suffice to say the paralytic effect has finally taken hold. Curses, indeed.

Muri's 0 for 2, making friends with ghosts. Then again, maybe they've done her a favor this time. Cuz that tapestry'd be mighty beast up in her Captain's quarter. :(

Somewhere under that mop of hair and prostrated face, a lone tear of frustration seeps forth and absorbs into the wicked stone.

Grishk gives a slight smile at Siha. "My cousins are all alive." He tilts his head. "You are a Mandalorian? Haven't you been almost all wiped out by now? My family has been hunting you for decades. The Scorekeeper has been blessed." He looks her over. "At least you have a piece of gear better than your people can construct." He says. Putting the cannon over his shoulder and turning back towards his ship.

Corr just sort of stays outside of the chamber, not willing to go in with the cursed goods but apparently not too concerned with stopping anyone else from getting them. It's not super clear what utility he actually has, other than lugging around the Audiotizer 3400. "Well, I say we clear out of here before we set off any more traps or whatnot," he finally decides, backing away from the skull-filled room and preparing to head back out of the temple.

Once again, the Explorers have found... things. Of uncertain significance. Just what exactly /are/ they carrying home with them?

"Already on it you big robed goo- Ooooh hooo hooo. Hahahaha. Oh. I remember /you/ now, Cereal Sore-us, well, well, I take back my 'big good lookin' beast' comment and ..give you a ..already on it, you ..big robe." Siha states as she swings around with the mannequinn, her sword sheathed so she can better bear hug the mannequin and skin-robes, the snake skins shivering and shuddering in a super glimmery and not at all cursed way.

"Yeah, yeah ...big sad story, listen Cereal, I am gonna hustle these outta here as fast as I can, strip down, and do the business with the ..freeing of the spirits while watching All my Jawas on the way back home. Don't worry. I gotchu."

Winkwinkwink. He can't see it, but she's winking at the tall drink of boring water, Merek soon snagging her attention, "Oh my goddess, Marty Blick ..what. How /else/ do you make money ..do you even understand how the mercantile system works." A snort, Siha calling over her shoulder to Mai, "Yes, sweetie Maireni, tons and tons of money and you and I are gonna open up a spa and scam people with Huttese mud instead of the fancy Coruscanti Glimmering Black Mud masks they think they're getting."

Lookit Siha go, the poison already working its way out of her system as she fake-leg hobbles on out the way they came, "Sajin .." Her voice calls from down the hallway, having heard his scream rather than witnessed it, "Stop touching things." To Grishk, "HA. Exactly what I expected out of a..." Grunt, "Big walking purse. Jussst like everyyy other Trandoshan." Further down her voice trails, "Better as accessories than hunters." Snnkkttt. She laughin'? She laughin'. You just got owned by a peg leg.