“A sacrifical altar, just as we found at Sevastian’s place is what we will find. By Halav, the answers are in those scrolls, but we do not have the time to go through them one be one.” Nicolai stepped up to hold the rope attached to Feldard.
Maruc clasped the rope as well. Two would be sufficient to pull the dwarf out of any trouble. He hoped. “Good luck master Feldard. Halav will protect you.”
Miklos retrieved his staff and backed off again to his station by the stairwell. He mentally prepared himself for defensive magic use.
Secretly, Saeth was glad the Dwarf was going in first, though she tensed, ready to draw her blade and chase after if there was trouble. She glanced about, seeing the others and their own preparations, then back at the taut rope as it unfurled behind Feldard.
Feldard merely nodded at all the well wishing. “You’d think I was going on some major quest rather than a walk in the dark! Bah!”
With the rope tied about him, Feldard entered the darkness, his axe resting at the ready on his shoulder with one hand at its hilt, the other outstretched before him. He moved into the pitch black at normal pace judging his footfalls til he was near to the obstacle then he slowed and used his hearing and sense of smell to give him further clues. He felt about for the obstacle.
When his hands touched the stone, the darkness faded, and he could see about the room as normal. However, to the others, nothing had changed and they could still not see into the pitch blackness at the center of the room.
Only the dwarf could see the 15-foot diameter, eight-pointed dark-red stone set on a wooden platform. Channels carved into the stone’s top sloped down to a slightly hollowed-out center. A deeper groove sloped down the south-facing point from the center. Dark bloodstains covered the floor.
In front of the stone was a pedestal with a slanted top to hold a large book.