“Hello. What do we have here?”said the mage as he traced the edge of the door. “Feldard, come down here and see what you make of this. I think its some sort of concealed door. I think its worth a look.”
Whilst the dwarf descended Miklos carefully checked for any noise and to see if there was a opening mechanism.
Maruc looked around and played out the rope then secured it to a close staligmite. He then lowered himself down the rope after the dwarf.
“Hernane, come on!” shouted Hasan, as he followed the humans down the rope ladder.
Stephan followed the others down the rope. “Hopefully this rope will remain for our exit.” He used his lightstone to inspect the midden paying special attention to the door edge Miklos discovered.
Hernane, upon hearing Hasan’s command, left her position of rear guard and follows the other group members down the rope.
It took some prompting to get Feldard attached to the rope and into the midden pit. Once down, he went straight for the opening, checking it out, ensuring it was stable enough to traverse through.
Satisfied, he glanced over the assembled group. “Lets make this quick before the orcs see that rope and toss it back down.” With axe in hand, the dwarf set off down the opening.”
The small opening led to a dank but once-fine chamber. Dripping water and mold have smeared the wall-paintings and the plaster of the ceiling has flaked away, mixing with the bones of three humanoid creatures on the floor. Lined up on stone benches to either side, and apparently untouched by the decay around them, were a dozen silver statuettes, each about a foot high.
The statues depicted robed men with jackal-like heads. Stephan drew out the tiny statue he had found atop Mount Mt’a Ihkhara many years ago during his youth. The sculptures in the room were larger versions of his good luck charm.
A cave collapse has sealed off the only other exit from the chamber.