They step into the room

"Damnit this place is weird, I don't like it here," Diana grunts as she pulls her pants up.

-"Come on, Let's find out what this room does and keep going." Tyra says, stepping into the room beyond the plinths.

They slowly slink forward into the chamber, taking care to watch all corners for signs of any more traps, and watching their step for pressure plates of any kind. It is a medium-sized room of 30 to 40 feet, with seemingly nothing in it except a doorway leading into another hall on the other side, and a black gem embedded in the wall above it. The floor and walls of the room are intersected by a gridded pattern, the slits reaching several inches deep, as if a net had carved its way into all the surfaces like a hot knife through butter.

Tyra and Diana slowly make their way across the room, before they hear creaking and writhing from the various sides of the chamber, the sound of bark scraping against stone. Vines burst out of the stonework from all sides through the grids and begin lashing out towards the adventurers, attempting to reach for their limbs and tearing at their garments.

Tyra attempts to parry and batter away the vines with her hammer but they seem mostly unaffected as her weapon is illsuited for this foe, and quickly a series of thick vines from the floor and ceiling wrap around her arms and legs and lift her one or two feet into the air, grappling with her as she violently wrestles her arms trying to get free.

Diana tries to take a more graceful approach, attempting to dodge and weave through the vines, but she stumbles as her pants sag to her knees, causing her to bump into a thick root sprouting from the ceiling that bars her path, and which with a whiplike motion snakes its way around her midsection, pinning her arms to her side and hauling her up into the air alongside the dwarf. As she flails about, her trousers simply slump to her ankles, and her tight bottom wriggles around, held up at a good 10 feet in the air.

"Tyraaa! Really good time for some magic!!"