After having been so eager to go down the hole it takes Chick a long time to find the nerve once the sound of water is heard. When it is discovered that ot is not water, he relaxes a bit (in spite of it being almost certainly worse than water) and slides down the rope joining the others.
The which turns easily for something so old, three door effortlessly down into the floor as a clicking sound echos around three room a trap.... Or perhaps the sound of the winch returning to its original postion.
The doorway opens onto a room lit by stage flowing fungus in the ceiling it has a faint pulse to it atomiser liner a heart beat
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The one wall is covered in a strange carving that looks to be some corn of writing carved into it. The center of the room is dominated by rows of pews, made from the same strange stone as earlier. The back of the room is a set of shelves with some strange things resting on them bound in leather.
GM:
There books but giveth reading makes you the devil you may never have seen one or even be able to read it. Don't forget your still technically strangers.
Tarsin walks over and inspects the carvings on the wall, trying to get some sense of their significance. "I wonder if these are what we're supposed to copy?"
The strange object in vivid hand smells like a Kank a very finely aged and cured Kank.
The markings on the wall seem to have a pattern to them with some of the markings repeating almost like words? Yes this is definitely some forms of ancient language.