Graydon appears impatient, clearly wishing we could move on with this whole "entering the tomb" thing and get to some bashing. "Shall we tiptoe some more? We might complete this hallway by this week at this rate." He steps adjacent to Thibor, and pushes ahead, tapping the tiles in front of him and on the lookout for any traps.

"You are free to try another path if you think I am moving too slow, boy. When I decided to enter this adventure, I committed myself in spending at least half a century of my life to achieve it. I didn't even spend a year yet." Thibor says grinning.

"Just make sure you don't enter at any trouble now this time. This is supposed to be the hardest part of this adventure and the Tomb of Horrors is incredibly lethal if you aren't cautious enough. Or if you want something to do, I have this rope for you to hold..." Thibor says spinning the end of hope that is tied to his waist.

Then he resumes his tedious advance at the red path, making his hammer hit the floor before him and waiting for the result before moving ahead.

Graydon shrugs off Thibor's concern, and, convinced by the fact he doesn't notice anything because there's nothing to notice, he follows the red path and stops just in front of the fresco's doors. "See? Nothing to worry about." His posture appears convinced, but his voice breaks, belying his nervousness.

His patience quickly wearing thin Agamemnon stomps his way down the red path until he stands adjacent to Graydon. "We are wasting time here. It's just a pretty mural. We have evil to see driven before our righteous fury! We can stop to look at this later if you wish." Edging his way past the goliath he continues down the red path and towards the end of this corridor.

"See? Nothing to worry about." Graydon had said, confident as ever. "We are wasting time here. It's just a pretty mural. We have evil to see driven before our righteous fury! We can stop to look at this later if you wish." Agamemnon uttered, in turn. The two most impatient members of the party trudged forward, hopping for some action... but action soon found them. As soon as both were standing by the door fresco, the floor collapses out from under them. Both heroes fall 10 feet to be impaled on spikes below!

Thibor sees the floor collapsing under his impatient allies. Still he approaches the hole warily. "Are you alright? Luckily for you, guys, I have a rope tied to my waist and ready at my hand." He says throwing the rope at the hole.

Graydon grimaces, standing up and climbing out of the small hole, his legs burning as if on fire. "I'm beginning to think I should attack the walls," he grumbles, attempting to climb out.

Quinn and Jiardem rush over to see what the commotion is all about. "Are you guys okay?"

Agamemnon groans from the bottom of the pit before pushing himself up and looking down at the spikes. "...well that's annoying." He leaps up in an attempt to grab the edge of the pit and pull himself free.

"You don't look good, my friend. Let me help you with a kind word from Moradin."

Agamemnon takes a deep breath as the healing magics roll over him and lets out a soft sigh. "My thanks master Cruxholder. Still good to see this tomb has enough sense to retain the classic pit traps. I had almost lost hope for it."

Quinn takes a few steps forward. "Well, I guess we know where this Tomb stands. Watch your step, everyone."

It seems the red path is trapped. But I don't believe Acererak is kind enough to mark the trapped floor. Lets proceed with caution.

He contours the pit and resumes his careful steps the same way as before. First he hits the floor with his hammer with force and waits some seconds while he examines for signs of movement or a hollow sound.