Round 4 Transcript

The wooden wedge slides into the shallow depression beneath the moss; its edge catches the faint rune, and Varrika’s lever lifts the pressure plate just enough to expose the hidden spike pit, yet the rune’s tension keeps the spikes from springing.

Jeane steps forward, her movements deliberate and controlled. This trap is older than the tower itself—necromantic work, likely bound to that gate’s runes. She raises both hands, fingers splayed, and incantations spill from her lips in a language of ancient consonants and hissing vowels. Detect Magic shimmers across her eyes as arcane energies respond, the air between them crackling with visible power. Her wings twitch once—a subtle signal of concentration—while she scans the pressure plate mechanism for its magical core. The ward is layered, see? A primary trigger on the plate itself, and a secondary binding to those spikes below. Fascinating work, really. She tilts her head slightly as her spell reveals glyphs pulsing with dark light beneath the stone. It won’t trigger from this distance, but we need to disable both components if we’re to pass without summoning those skeletal defenders… or worse things lurking within. The magic fades, and she steps back with a satisfied nod. I can unravel the binding once Varrika lifts the plate fully, but we must be precise. One wrong move could release it early, and then we’d be facing a volley of arrows before even entering the damn place.