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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gray Shade" data-source="post: 3272897" data-attributes="member: 32340">The long wait, finally over.The smell of this dungeon was different than most.  Most are dank and moist, usually moldy in places with the pungent stank of rotting flesh here and there.  This dungeon was very dry and the air had a crisp "feel" to it, with a constant but not overwhelming scent of lamp oil.  It was also warm, unlike most underground structures.  With the warmth and the dryness, there seemed to be almost no decay or degredation of what we found.Dongle told me later of all items in the dark that I could not see.  Here's what happened in that black foyer of death:We had travelled with cautious steps about ten paces, the comforting warmth of the walls and giant pillars radiating against my bare forearms and cheeks, drying the rain that had fallen on me.Suddenly my liege gave me a shove backward at the exact second a click issued from beneath his foot.  A trap!  Only his quick reaction saved us both.  Darts shot from the nearby wall, one sticking in the shaft of my cane as I lifted it to catch my balance.  Ahead of me, Dongle had ridden the force of his shove to leap forward, the darts whizzing into the blackness and clattering uselessly against a pillar or the far wall.Ahead, my master stopped his momentum just inches from stepping on another crease in the floor, indicating a similar trap.  Out of the corner of his eye, toward the middle of the wide hall, he could see what seemed to be a body.  Then, further up the heaps of more bodies.Also from ahead in the black, seemingly out of range of Dongle's darkvision, something shuffled on the stone floor, like a man dragging a bag of potatoes, but without the footsteps.</blockquote>

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