[IC] Chapter 1-4: Cellars of Hate

[Lugar]

OOC - next time please roll a crit confirm on a natural 20

As Giant manages to get the key with a lucky lash another lightning surges forward, straight into the half-orc's chest (-13hp) and the barbarian staggers a step back from the shock, barely able to suppress the nausea but remains on foot. He gasps for air and is temporarily deafened by the impact. Still, he can now pick up the ARM key from the debris.

The thundering echo shakes the house, raising ripples on the cellar water as well. Impaired by the booming voice, Lugar hears something a few seconds later but cannot tell if it came from the cellar (he couldn't make out direction nor distance, just a faint clang of the clockwork).
It takes a minute or two until the sensation diminishes into an ambient tingling in everyone's ears and you can hear each other speak again. Maul and Murkatos say they heard nothing over the thunderbolt.

"I heard something down here."  He tells Murkatos but knows humans don't have keen hearing.  "Was that thunder Giant setting off the trap again, is he alright?... I really need to fix that."  Lugar had hoped that the new key would have "disARMed" the trap but now sees his hopes were wrong.  "Tell Giant to put the key back on the hook and I will listen again. I will come take another look at the trap again otherwise this will be a long night."  Lugar presses his ear against the door, waiting and listening.