Creamsteak
Explorer
The monk is dead. They had no wealth on them, only their singed robes.
The party now stands at the entrance to some kind of cavern.
The party now stands at the entrance to some kind of cavern.
An enormous chasm splits the earth as far as the eye can see in the pervasive subterranean darkness. A crude, narrow stairway hugs the rock alongside the chasm, twisting madly in hairpin turns around sharp outcroppings.
Dent stuck his head inside the cavern long enough to let his half-elven eyes adjust to the light and view the chasm, then exited and stood outside the cave mouth, just to its north. He waited for the others to join him, hoping the group might speak together quietly before entering the cave. "Our voices perhaps carry less from here," he offered. "Any particular plan of entry? What's our marching order? I proposed myself in the forward position with Carradoc and Thaliss in the middle, and Maighan at our rear. Unless we want to scout, in which case I am not the best option to take point--at least not in this armor." The military strategist in Dent resurfaced. He waited a moment and looked around at his colleagues, hopeful someone would offer magicks to make the group stealthy. [/section]