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Desperately you struggle against the crumbling edge of the gap, your hands finding a firmer purchase upon a projection of stone, but not before you slip further into the abyss. Hanging in the darkness you have one hand upon solid stone, the other clinging to a mat of dessicated roots that will not support your weight for long. For a moment you do nothing, then slowly you gather your strength and drag yourself up and out of the chasm. Around you the edge of the rockface is an unstable aggregate of large stones and dry, loose earth. Quickly it begins to come apart as you bear your weight against it, however you are able to haul yourself out of the rift just enough to save yourself before the edge disintegrates completely.
In a cloud of dust and collapsing earth the ground falls away beneath you but only as far as your waist. With your fingers clawing at the loose earth you gain a purchase and pull yourself quickly from the unstable edge, only to watch as most of the remaining lip of the passage falls away into the darkness. Sweating profusely you prop yourself up against the wall of the tunnel and search the floor for your equipment. The torch sputters quietly in the dust and in its light you quickly find your pack and weapon. Unfortunately you discover that the force of your backpack's impact against the tunnel wall has caused your remaining provisions to fall into the dirt, spoiling most of them. If you had any remaining rations only one remains edible. (Record this on your status sheet. This does not apply to Nahla Bread however. If you have any remaining they have not been affected by the spill.)
With no pursuit behind, and no noise coming from further down the tunnel you rest quietly and consider your immediate dilemma. You cannot go back, the way is blocked by both the rift (which you couldn't jump now even if you wanted to) and the remnants of the Impaler trap. It would seem that Fate has determined that the only way is forward.
With nothing more than an ache in your chest to show for your ungainly landing you collect your belongings and slowly make your way further down the sloping tunnel. As you move forward the passage narrows, the rough hewn walls closing in on all sides until you can go no further. Before you the way is blocked by a small round metal door, locked solid and immovable.

If you have the Brigandry skill, and have in your possession a set of lockpicks, turn to section 457. If you do not have these but do have a large key taken from a sleeping Morg, turn to section 493. If you have none of these skills or items turn to section 422.


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