Guild of Martyrs

Spot

Sir Orgadude of Awesomton carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

12

+1

You notice the cat lurking under her bed and the mirror she put down on the bed, which had previously been on the dresser. Other than that, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

I mean, what does the room look like. Redescirbe it in it's entirety.

*Is too lazy to go back and check the precise description from before*
The walls are hung with satin curtains, their folds leaving a simple, but stylish look. Dim mood lighting is produced by the few candles placed strategically around the room, and there is a four poster bed with a dresser next to it on the far right hand side of the room as you enter. A think, red carpet lays under your feet. Please stop making me flesh out this room, there is really, really nothing of any major importance in here that I didn't already draw your attention to.

I briefly think about doing something just really awful, then decide that I've probably mutilated enough people today. "So, I don't.suppose you have a key or anything for me?"

You lose 1XP for thinking about doing the thing I know you were thinking about doing. =P

She shakes her head.
"Only the key to your heart."

I sigh. "Alright. I'll be back later." I walk out of the room and down the only hallway I haven't been down yet.

This is the Northern most door, incase I didn't mention this before (assuming the map is traditional Northern top). As you push the door open, a strong gust of wind blasts through, and you here echoing laughter ahead. Ahead is a vast cavernous pit of lava, which pops and spurts occasionally a good forty feet below you. Directly in front of you, a rope bridge swings precariously over it. At the far end is a door leading to a small stone building. Either side of the door ahead of you and beside you are a pair of giant iron statues, each holding a massive hammer, the head of which lies on the ground in front of the doorway, blocking it off completely. There is about five feet between you and the first of these. You can see how far the next is from the map.

"Hmmm...boiling hot magma. Well, this is the first time I've been jealous of the Reds. But, this gives me an idea!" Lo-nar runs back to Greeds room and grabs one of his workbenches and brings back to the magma chamber.

His only workbench. =P

Avarice chases after you shouting "Hey! Where do you think you're going with that? You lousy schmuck!"

"Oy vei! I'm helping you, ya bloody meshugana!" I toss the workbench into the boiling hot MAAAGma. "You can't be sitting on your tuckus all day!"

He screams and runs through the gateway after it. As he steps through the doorway though, the hammers raise. He looks up in confusion for a moment, and they fall on him, crushing his body in an instant. Shards of bone covered in living tissue go flying from his body, splattering against your face.
As the hammers hit the ground, a noise echoes out around you. Roll Fortitude. =D

Fortitude

Sir Orgadude of Awesomton carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

2

+6

You take five damage as the noise rings out.

I stare blankly at the hammer, the sound still ringing in my head and then slowly reach up and peel Greeds eyeball off of my face and eat it, still looking at the hammers. I then unfurl my wings and fly around the hammer statues and to Wrath's door.

As you fly through the doorway, the hammers raise again. Roll me fortitude twice.

Fortitude

Sir Orgadude of Awesomton carried out 2 launched of one d20 :

4 , 13

+6

You are fortunately flying far enough away from the hammers that the sound doesn't reach you. You do, however, feel queazy from the eyeball, and throw up. You land next to the door on the other side with little effort.

I open the door a little bit and place the hilt of my sword in through it.

Wait... you...
Okay, I guess. You put the hilt of your sword through the door, poking yourself in the stomach with the blade. This seems like a really safe way to enter a room!

I angle the sword so that the pointy end is facing off to my side, instead of about to spear me in the gut and wait to see if anything happens to it.

I figured since nothing happened, you realised nothing happened. Sorry, let me be more clear.
*Clears throat*
Nothing happens.

I withdraw my sword, holding it the right way and quietly enter the room.

Sir Orgadude of Awesomton carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

2

+2

You enter the room. The light is very low in there, but your dark vision allows you enough field of vision to tell that there's a large circle on the tiled floor, and someone sat in a throne on the other side of the room. He appears to be wearing a massive suit of armour, as black as the darkness that surrounds him.

I look around the room, seeing if there is anything that i might be able to use to my advantage