D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly

[FitzTheRuke]

In the smoggy chamber, the Sticks had bandaged their wounds and straightened their armour, while Myrral purred a soothing sound and checked each person over. Ghorruk was still sick from poison, but it seemed that it would run its course. The Thayan Orc also appeared to have a lingering weakness from the touch of the Tomb Dwarf, but he didn't complain. In fact, Ghorruk had never spoken at all. He eyed Myrral with a stony expression as the cat-folk checked him over.

When they were ready, Chrysagon and Ussal led the way out the southern door. The door was not locked, as Chrysagon had worried. Through the door, three archways left a circular chamber where a spiral staircase descended into darkness. The staircase walls were lined with unlit torches in iron sconces and set with niches that contained scores of moldering humanoid skulls and other bones.

OOC: Four ways to go: 1) Back (and up stairs); 2) Left (archway); 3) Right (archway); 4) Down (spiral staircase)

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Starfallen? Do you have a sense from which way the Death Curse emanates?" Miss Imogen asks the lantern in Weed's tendril.

OOC: Her assumption is down, ever down.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"I cannot say. I am afraid I know not up from down," answered the Starfallen, "Death suffuses this place."

She paused, then said, "I can, however, shed light on this dark egress."

The lantern's soft glow brightened and filled the area surrounding the vegepygmy. Weed's leaves looked greener in that light than they had at any time since entering the Tomb.

 

[Prickly Pear]

Chrysagon looked left and right and shakes his head. Left, he said pointing east, will probably lead back to the stairwell that we saw from the top level. We could go back there, or maybe go west? I'm hesitant to go further down until we have checked out this level a bit further.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Lead on," says Miss Imogen, as Weed raises the lantern further.

 

[Neurotic]

"We had the same logic earlier and yet we ended up lower without checking all of the above level. Let's just quickly sniff into the passage to see that nothing else lurks...we don't have to go far. Anything dangerous and interested would come to investigate the sounds here."

OOC: vote for right but not for too long - this is PbP, blind alleys and dead ends cost time

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Chrysagon and Myrral disagreed on which way to go. The tabaxi sniffed down the hall to the right, which ended in the most non-descript door that they had seen so far (most were covered in carvings of horrible creatures in despicable acts). Chryasgon looked to the left, which ended in a dead-end wall, built from a pile of humanoid skulls.

 

[Prickly Pear]

Chrysagon looked at the wall made of skulls and thought it was a weird place for a mural. He poked a few skulls gingerly with the end of his flail and looked for anything unusual. He chuckled to himself from the thought of a wall made of skulls was not "unusual". Well, it might have had some religious significant at some stage.

OOC: Wis (perception) check: 1D20+0 = [20]+0 = 20 Int (religion) check: 1D20+3 = [9]+3 = 12

 

[FitzTheRuke]

There were enough holes in the skull-pile wall, that on close inspection, Chrysagon could tell that the hallway continued beyond. They would be easy enough to push over...

 

[Prickly Pear]

The corridor appears to continue on the other side of this wall of skulls. What do you have over there, he called out to Myrral.