Whats up ladder #3? (open)

[Mr. Kaar]

"Alright then."

Ra would lead Bastille to what looked like a rather long room, the door opened into the rectangular shaped area and at the end of the room was a stair case leading up to a throne with the Solar Disk of Sekhmet. A ray of light coming from a few feet above the door shone onto the disk.

"All you have to do is get the Solar Disk."

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille smirked.
"As you command."

However she stood at the door unmoving. Her eyes continued to flick about the room, looking for signs of movement or traps. She was calculating, calculating her every move for at least a second. Then she took a step in. One should not be afraid to charge into battle...but charging into a trap was simply foolish.

[Mr. Kaar]

Bastille can see a number of lines on the floor, not trip wire, and hanging blades, holes in parts of the wall where certainly things shoot from, but as she moves... Nothing else does.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille walked another step forward, and drew her sword. Lightly she tapped the line on the floor with the edge of her blade. Her eyes stayed focused as she did this. She was taking slow steps forward, but deliberate steps.

[Mr. Kaar]

The tap did nothing, her slow progress was rewarded with what seemed like an easy walk right up to the steps.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille continued quietly for a couple of minutes. Finally she stood still in the room and withdrew the dinky, rusted blade from her sleeve. She threw it out into the middle of the room, in hopes of it reaching and sticking directly to the stairs, like a dagger in a wall.

[Mr. Kaar]

Without error or problem, Bastille's sword sticks into the stone steps.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Smirking now, wickedly at that- she begins to walk normally. Still not stepping on the lines, her metal heels clicking on the ground. For a moment she paused to admire the room, giving a flash of her smile to the god she'd passed into the room. She bowed her head again to him, then turned back to look at the stairs. Almost there...she did hope it got better than this. She'd refuse the solar disk if this was it, and demand another task to prove herself. But while her brain ran commentary, she stayed focused and silent.

[Mr. Kaar]

Ra would also bow his head, his face still looking worried as she got closer to the steps. Once there she would not she could see herself... In front of the solar disk. Actually breaking the light that was shinning on the mirror placed so perfectly on the throne. It was too late now however as all the traps sprung to life!

A large stone pillar is now falling right for Bastille!

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille whistled and let out a laugh.
"at last..." She would jump forward, trying to jump onto the stairs and snag the solar disk before the pillar crushed it. Flexibility was her ally, although some part of her wished she was just strong enough to punch through the pillar. However, she stopped herself short of jealousy for her fiances nifty ability with earth control. This was her show tonight.

[Zack Asiv]

Bastille's quick actions nab her... A mirror?

The pillar destroys the throne that it had been sitting on and Bastille was able to get away, but if she looks to where the mirror had been reflecting, where the light was coming from, it would take a moment, but the Solar Disk of Sekhmet would be visible. It was inside a nook specially made for it above the door, it was giving off the light. Now was the true test.

Bastille was on one side of the room and the only exit was on the other, along with the goal.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille sat there a moment trying to calculate a plan that allowed her to keep the mirror. Now that traps should surely go off. She could go her gymnastics, it would twist her through most of them- give or take quite a few darts or arrows in her thighs and arms- one in her left shoulder if she counted right. But the problem was with the unknown fact if they were poison or not.

She held the mirror, testing the light to see if it still triggered anything odd which meant her leaving it behind. Her arms already bore the cuts from the falling pillar, her legs were protected well enough, but some of the previous tears had been made wider. Sighing, she stood and readied herself for the journey back.

[Mr. Kaar]

The mirror triggered nothing else. It would seem she could indeed keept it and the first test was an odd triple pendalum. Odd as in the first one would swing slow, the second would swing fast, and the last would swing faster.

The after three swings of the slow one they would randomly change in speed.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Crimson hues floated upward to what would be holding the pendulums up from the ground. Going under them was dangerous and would take a tactful game of blade avoiding. But if she could get on top of the blade, her heels would protect her and all she would need to do was jump from one to the other. That was of course, should they not be made of anything themselves.

[Mr. Kaar]

Bastille can see the top of the blades are wide enough to hold her up, and the robe is simply chain link, easy enough to grip.