Ptolus: 165 Vock Row - "Rat-catchers"

[Filthy]

Valana peers down the hall curiously, but mindful of her injuries, waits for someone else to go first.

"Do you think there are any more ratlings down there?"

 

[Wool]

Thurst grunts, "Well I know whats not down there, us! Let's go!"

 

[Vdou]

"Well, it is why we are here." Ella quips rather glibly.

 

[Voca]

Mata looks at Aeshen, wondering if the rogue will want to check the passage.

 

[Filthy]

Not seeing any immediate threat coming from down the hall, Valana relaxes the draw on her bow and approaches the door.

Kneeling, she searches the doorway and hall beyond for signs of any obvious traps.

[sblock=ooc]Search the doorway and hall for any traps. Search 5[/sblock]

 

[Voca]

Mata edges closer to the doorway, looking over Valana's head for anyone or thing approaching.

 

[Aeshen]

Aeshen moves to the front of the group dutifully, ensuring Mairan is close behind, before moving down the hall. His movements are obviously measured as he explores the area ahead of him and around him for any traps or hidden portals. He moves purposefully and slowly without unduly delaying his party.

 

[Fyrie Windlitened]

Mairain steps to the side to allow the elvish thief to pass her. The bare steel of the blade in her hand brings her comfort as she follows the slow-moving elf down the hall. She stays balanced on the balls of her feet, waiting for something dangerous to present itself.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Valana rises to her feet after a moment, having found nothing but ratling tracks and droppings. (Apparently ratlings have no taboo about stepping in their own feces and tracking it all over.)

After 20 feet, the hallway opens up into a small shrine to Blurrah. The room is wider than it is deep -- 15 feet deep and 20 feet wide -- and the northeast wall angles from midway across the north wall to a passageway leading east.

On the angled wall is a bas-relief statue of Blurrah, seeming to step out of the wall, her mourning veil and cape billowing around her. Her sorrowful face, carved with grim lines around her eyes and mouth, seems somewhat incongruous when paired with the broadsword the goddess sometimes uses to battle grave robbers. The sword point is down, and her other hand is forward, with the palm outward, as if commanding the group from Vock Row to go no further into this ancient tomb.

 

[Voca]

"I've never read anything about prayers to Blurrah surrounding you in clouds of magical smoke" says Mata, "so I imagine the ratling had to have gone further than this when he ran out."