Malvoisin
First Post
With the matter settled, Anar grabs ahold of the rope and gives it a tug. Finding it firmly attached to the wall, the rogue lowers himself into the shaft. He safely makes the climb down to the bottom of the shaft, thirty feet below. Landing safely on his feet, he calls up to Col, who tosses down his spear. In the light emanating from the spear's tip, Anar finds himself in an empty ten-foot-square room; the entrance shaft leads up through the ceiling in the northeast corner. A brick-lined tunnel with a curved roof leads to the west.
With no sign of a threat, Anar sounds the all clear, and minutes later, Keoni, Kalen, Col, Bael, and Chongo have all made the climb down and join Anar in the small room.
The party has begun to get its bearings, and consider the exploration of the smuggler's tunnels, when suddenly a THUMP sounds behind them. Turning, the group sees the body of Shefton at the base of the entrance shaft, his shirt bloody from where he has been stabbed in the back. Even worse, his neck seems to be twisted horribly from the fall...it's clear that he is dead. Seconds later, the upper end of the rope trails down, cut from its anchoring position above.
"Well, so I finally get to meet the gutter trash my pathetic sister has hired to find me!" The brash baritone that drifts down from the top of the shaft can only be that of Vanthus Vanderboren. "I wonder which of you has taken to bed with her, to curry her favor so. Probably the black savage...Lavinia's tastes always did run a bit to the exotic, ha ha!"
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With no sign of a threat, Anar sounds the all clear, and minutes later, Keoni, Kalen, Col, Bael, and Chongo have all made the climb down and join Anar in the small room.
The party has begun to get its bearings, and consider the exploration of the smuggler's tunnels, when suddenly a THUMP sounds behind them. Turning, the group sees the body of Shefton at the base of the entrance shaft, his shirt bloody from where he has been stabbed in the back. Even worse, his neck seems to be twisted horribly from the fall...it's clear that he is dead. Seconds later, the upper end of the rope trails down, cut from its anchoring position above.
"Well, so I finally get to meet the gutter trash my pathetic sister has hired to find me!" The brash baritone that drifts down from the top of the shaft can only be that of Vanthus Vanderboren. "I wonder which of you has taken to bed with her, to curry her favor so. Probably the black savage...Lavinia's tastes always did run a bit to the exotic, ha ha!"
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