The Monk does not respond to questioning. He gestures and a wall of flame is thrown up blocking the short corridor, Emily just ran down.
Simon, you realise immediately that the fire is not real. There's no sound or smell of smoke. It is some sort of illusion, perhaps an
Image spell - although the language the Monk used was not the language of magic as you understand it.
For the moment, Alistair believes the fire to be very real.
(Rolls revealed as somebody passed - I would have kept them secret for the moment if both had failed
1 in 20 chance to disbelieve pyrotechnics (succeed on 1):
1d20 61 in 20 chance to disbelieve pyrotechnics (succeed on 1):
1d20 1Emily has gone through the door - just (location 4). You're looking at quite a nice room. A double bed with nightstands. A couch, a table with chairs, and a desk with chairs, too. There are curtains covering openings in the wall just to your right. Ahead of you, you can see the open door to the balcony.
There are four people in the room. Two are dressed in the blue robes of the monks. One stands near the double bed, one stands near the door to the balcony. A middle aged woman in mail armour lies bleeding on the floor. Blood is still flowing, and she is breathing but is barely conscious at best. Lying on the bed is a woman or about the same age. She is wearing a tunic and hose, almost exactly the same blue as the monk's robes, but they are stained with blood. The monk near the bed is pointing a sword at her, and you do not think he has seen you. The one at the window - is not a monk. Perhaps a nun? Hood thrown back, she is definitely female, and would be stunningly attractive if not for the expression of utter cruelty on her face. She has definitely noticed your entrance. She has a sword held in her hand, but it is pointing towards the floor at the moment.