FitzTheRuke
Legend
There appeared to be no exits to the room, other than the way they had come in, but now that way was closed and as the Medusa statue disappeared, so did any way of opening it again.
They stood there, huddled at one end of the cross, whispering about their goals and troubles. Chrysagon lightly tapped one of the terracotta warriors with his staff - then stopped when Qawasha gave him a glare. The clay was old, and crumbled easily. As a piece knocked off onto the floor, Chrysagon could see that the armature used to support the clay into a humanoid form, was a human skeleton.
These had all once been Omuan soldiers.
They stood there, huddled at one end of the cross, whispering about their goals and troubles. Chrysagon lightly tapped one of the terracotta warriors with his staff - then stopped when Qawasha gave him a glare. The clay was old, and crumbled easily. As a piece knocked off onto the floor, Chrysagon could see that the armature used to support the clay into a humanoid form, was a human skeleton.
These had all once been Omuan soldiers.