Nezkrul
First Post
Helm- The stone door swings open with a faint grinding sound of stone upon stone, the hinge being old but still functional. Inside the ante-chamber are four more sarcophagi that been broken apart, and their occupants haven been chewed to bits. Each of them looks to have been a noble, and all have the symbol of scales etched into their resting places. Remnants of these prominent people lie scattered about, sparkling in the light. There is a stairway in the back leading down, and the ichorous trail leads down. Where outside quiet was unnerving, the quiet inside this mausoleum is so prevalent you can hear your own heartbeat. No crickets, no dripping water, no breeze. Silence.