Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-11163511-20150808005257

Sam  had just arrived at the scene and still continued to followed the cold heat signature he had been tracking all along. As he walked, he was astonished by how much data could be gathered from these ruins. He swiped a finger on the mossy stone walls and rubbed his other nimble fingers on the gunk in awe. "This place is wonders, if only there was a way for others to know, the history of this place could be unraveled. All this moss, perfect for radiocarbon dating! Then again, where do I find  devices needed for the procedure? And the architecture, the sculptures, so much to find!" He scooped a bit of moss into a vial for more examination when he gets home then carried on his search, dwindling through the hallways and corridors where he was led to a secret staircase near the shifted statue of a weeping priest. "Catacombs? This trip is just getting better!” He smiled to himself. But as he made it down, his path was blocked by a huge door, which was unsurprisingly locked, but that didn’t stop him. Due to not having anything to pick the lock, he went rogue on this even though Sam’d normally wouldn’t try to damage the research site. Sam went back up to roll a log down and tied some rope, fashioning some makeshift sledgehammer and repeatedly slammed at it. It went BANG, BANG, BANG…but no real damge was actually dealt for it was locked with magic.