Most of Vulpesen's released victims agree to his deal upon being freed from their binds. Explorer and warrior alike cast down their weapons upon being freed, give their thanks, and peacefully resign...most. Not all are quite so honorable. One roguish woman agrees only to simply slink off to another floor instead, snagging a bronze statue from an alcove along the way.
Similarly, a wild-eyed, slender drow, mouth bound in silk, stares at Vulpesen with barely contained rage as he is cut free of his binds, but nods in agreement to the fae man's deal. The moment he falls free of the wall he is plastered to he tears the silk from his mouth, draws a wickedly hooked dagger wreathed in a sinister looking aura, and roars at Vulpesen.
"I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!"
It's a fight!
Meanwhile, as the silkmaw is cut down by Aratus, he may notice something wriggling about among its entrails. The creature is slain, surely, but a brooding mother's progeny has come to life within her remains. Hundreds, perhaps even thousands of tiny replicas of the slavering beast begin to pour out from a sac that had been contained within the silkmaw's body, swarming over the tunnel...
"Foolish." The hulking armored figure mutters before assuming a more offensive stance. A few moments are passed in still silence as it appears to measure Diedrick up. Then, decidedly, it seems not to care about any changes Diedrick's body undergoes, opting to raise its shield and charge headlong at him. Thunderous clanging denote its charge, its heavy footfalls echoing about the room. It throws its shield arm into a tackle as it reaches Diedrick's position, then swings the shield aside and attempts to deliver a brutal punch to the man's gut.
All the while the crystals that line the room exude their sickly glow...
Len gets what he's looking for. The swordsman attempts to leap over his attack, only to be countered by Len's preemptive blow. The gentleman duelist doesn't have quite enough time to react properly, only barely deflecting the heavy fall of the specter's blade and instead taking a powerful slap from the flat of the sword. The swordsman is sent tumbling, his slide across the floor greatly exaggerated by the low-friction floor.
Setete, meanwhile, manages to gently scoot one of the stone pillars aside from its current position. She'll catch a brief glimpse of shining bronze behind it before a trap is triggered: a pair of thinner, horizontal pillars shoot from the wall and smash into the pillar she's just moved, sending it careening across the floor and into another pillar, which in turn is sent sliding...a flurry of moving pillars have been set into motion!
The long, scaly snout of Rhix snuffs at the air. Those two are gaining ground on him...not good. Having to wait for these damned doors to open and close is costing him too much time. He'll lose them both if he keeps having to deal with this crap. So he doesn't. The runes that keep the tower from failing or being altered might be quite powerful, but the ones that protect things like the moving structures within the maze? Less so, especially to brute, inhuman strength over magical ability.
Rhix slid his hands into a set of heavy-duty cesti and padded the wall in front of him as it slid closed with his knuckles. Then, with a bellow, he smashed it with both fists. The stone was thick and sent a bit of a shock down even the sturdy arms of Rhix, but burst apart nonetheless. He stepped through and inhaled deeply again. Those two wouldn't slip away so easily...