Ptolus: 165 Vock Row - "Rat-catchers"
- Thread starter Whizbang Dustyboots
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Ella carefully tries to keep pace with the rest of the group, but trips on her robe and falls flat on her face.
*WHOOMP*
"..ow" she squeaks as she picks herself up off the floor. Lightly dusting herself off, she attempts to regain her lost steps. Quickly moving up to the rest of the group...
*THUD*
Ella makes a quick inhale through her teeth rapid reaching down to grab her stubbed toe. "Thats definitely going to leave a mark."
*WHOOMP*
"..ow" she squeaks as she picks herself up off the floor. Lightly dusting herself off, she attempts to regain her lost steps. Quickly moving up to the rest of the group...
*THUD*
Ella makes a quick inhale through her teeth rapid reaching down to grab her stubbed toe. "Thats definitely going to leave a mark."
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
The group moves down the corridor, descending down a wide staircase. When it reaches the new lower landing, it turns west, still 10 feet wide. Peeking around the corner reveals a catacomb presumably once used by the followers of Blurrah.
A single torch gently flickers in the darkness of this solemn tomb, but its pale blue flame fails to illuminate the whole of the chamber. Six rows of alcoves line each side, and within each you see upright stone sarcophagi. There are no lids, and the sarcophagi themselves appear to be empty. If ever the dead were interred here, they are gone now. The air is chilled here, though strange, sourceless currents of warm air occasionally interrupt the stillness.
A single torch gently flickers in the darkness of this solemn tomb, but its pale blue flame fails to illuminate the whole of the chamber. Six rows of alcoves line each side, and within each you see upright stone sarcophagi. There are no lids, and the sarcophagi themselves appear to be empty. If ever the dead were interred here, they are gone now. The air is chilled here, though strange, sourceless currents of warm air occasionally interrupt the stillness.
Clearly uncomfortable around the sarcophagi, Valana pauses at the tomb's entrance and waits for the others. "I've never understood this fascination some races have with shoving their dead in holes in the ground. What's wrong with a nice burial at sea?"
Steeling her nerve, Valana prepares to enter when she suddenly stops.
"Why is there a torch here? We haven't seen a single other source of light down here and the ratlings certainly don't need it", she says, eyeballing the torch from the entrance. "If the ratlings don't need it, who would risk their life to come down here every few hours to replace an unnecessary torch? Unless ...", Valana says, trailing off in thought.
"Aeshen, do you see any signs of a trap here?"
Steeling her nerve, Valana prepares to enter when she suddenly stops.
"Why is there a torch here? We haven't seen a single other source of light down here and the ratlings certainly don't need it", she says, eyeballing the torch from the entrance. "If the ratlings don't need it, who would risk their life to come down here every few hours to replace an unnecessary torch? Unless ...", Valana says, trailing off in thought.
"Aeshen, do you see any signs of a trap here?"
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Aeshen looks a little uncomfortable at the question.
"Not from here ..." he sighs, looking at the others. "If I scream, come running."
He slips away from the group, checking each alcove one by one, vanishing from sight each time.
"Not from here ..." he sighs, looking at the others. "If I scream, come running."
He slips away from the group, checking each alcove one by one, vanishing from sight each time.
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
[sblock=Ella]It's a flame without sound, without scorch marks nearby and, as far as she can tell by looking at the air around it, without heat. It's a magical flame, possibly a variant of the familiar continual flame spell.[/sblock]
