"I would ask Bartleby to use his dwarven stonecunning on the matter, but he's busy guarding an empty hole."
Bartleby continues to guard empty holes (look -- no attacks so far), until directed to do otherwise.
(teasing appreciated, tuxgeo).
"I would ask Bartleby to use his dwarven stonecunning on the matter, but he's busy guarding an empty hole."
"I'm not sure how much use these... unusual... chairs would be anyway." he continues, poking gently at one of the bone chairs with the butt of his halberd.
Bartleby continues to guard empty holes (look -- no attacks so far), until directed to do otherwise.
"Doesn't it seem a little odd that a tomb is under a simple watch-tower?" she mused. "I suppose it could be an accidental connection through that cave, but there's no other structures nearby on the surface."
She inspected the closed caskets, looking for coats of arms or inscriptions, or anything else that might identify who was buried here. Such places were dedicated to the memory of the interred, after all...it would be very strange if there was nothing to commemorate them around.
Tock looks up as he hears the hissing of the ghouls, instinctively grasping his halberd a little tighter.
"Ah... it seems our foes don't like their hideous creations being toyed with. Perhaps we could lure them out and deal with them once and for all...?" he says quietly to Aeyian and Rejik, not taking his eyes off the entrance to the chamber where the Ghouls are still lurking.
Bartleby advances cautiously towards the open sarcophagus, scimitar ready.
The trinkets on the table haven't yet been proven not to be a signal or lock that keeps nearby corpses lying in peace until disturbed; and no cleric or wizard has examined that board for magic yet. Further, it seems to be the focal point of the thrones, and might be trapped. Employing his 14 WIS, Aeiyan tries to avoid recklessness -- though he has been, and will be, bold at need. In sum, he is trying to gather consensus.]