Hasan descended the ladder and joined Nicolai in examining the vault. “Hmmm,” the elf said. “last time, a bit of agility and then a bit of magic was enough to evade the trap. But that one was a bit more provocative. What do you think? Is it worth it this time? I say press on. We can always return later.” With that, the elf returned the the ladder and hollered up at the humans, trying to urge them on from the studies. “And I thought humans were the most impetuous of races,” the elf thought to himself.
The dwarf pondered the same question and then shook his head—this wasn’t a treasure hunt they were on he reminded himself. “We have three Sisters to find and deal with. The elf is right.” Amazingly. That said Feldard headed to the door which the rogue had peered through and opened it wide, taking note of the rubble along its passage. The dwarf paused a moment to assess the structural integrity of the stairway and judging it safe, he started up.
It didn’t take much to convince Saeth to give up on her reverie and move back towards the action. She trailed after, Hasan, her hand near her blade’s hilt in anticipation of the other Elf’s promise.
“There’s not been much loot down here,” grunted the rogue. “And there it is and you want to leave it. Look, its a poison gas trap, if you all clear off into the stairwell and I’ll put a damp cloth over my mouth and nose. I take a deep breath and activate the trap with a pole or something, run out to the stairwell too. We wait for the poison to go. In ten minutes time we’ve got enough loot to feed us for a few more months.”
“Or we could be nice and safe and just try to destroy the living dead! I want to leave here with more than just a story for drunkards.” Nicolai scanned their faces, no point in pushing things now. Anyway as much as he hated to admit it the elf was right there was always later…
He shrugged. “The stairs then.” He made his way round the vault to the stairwell and shone a narrow beam of his light up.
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Meanwhile, in the tomb above, Maruc continued to pray as Miklos continued to study. For their efforts, they were beginning to recover their spent spells.
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The small contingent of adventurers explored the stairway leading upwards. The dwarf noted that it continued the symmetry of the western side of the undertemple. More and more rubble obstructed their progress until they could no longer continue up the stairs.
However, on the right side of the hallway, a hole large enough for a man to pass through appeared to have been blasted through the wall. The walls were scorched and pitted, as if from a massive explosion.