hewligan
First Post
The door creaks, painfully loud, as you pull it open, but there is no resistance in its movement. Beyond, clear now in the murky light of two sun-rods, lies a stair case descending into the gloom. The steep stairs, descending perhaps twenty foot in all, stretch straight ahead for some 40 feet, ending at a single door that frames the corridor. The stairs are stone, carved from the natural rock, as are the walls, but smoothed by the passing of many feet over many years.
The door at the far end of the stairs is wooden, but with a skull and hand symbol (the skull above the spread bone hand) attached. The symbol appears to be in brass, long oxidized beyond green to an almost black-blue shade.
You catch the odd groan and moan emanating from the room beyond.
The door at the far end of the stairs is wooden, but with a skull and hand symbol (the skull above the spread bone hand) attached. The symbol appears to be in brass, long oxidized beyond green to an almost black-blue shade.
You catch the odd groan and moan emanating from the room beyond.