After a moments hesitation Ludo moved forward to the ornate door. Logic dictated that this door would lead into the tower and inside the tower Ludo was sure he would find the blackhearted Hobgoblin ‘Vlaak’.
Ludo approached the door, carefully brushed the cobwebs away, crouched down and pressed his head against the door to listen for any sounds coming from the other side. He inserted his dagger between the doorframe and door to feel for any trap triggers, finding none he stepped back and quietly opened the door.
“Miklos, I think we may need some light from here on in, can you help with that”?
When Feldard got close enough to see the doorway and what Ludo was doing he moved up along the line to hiss low at the rogue. “What are you doing? That door hasn’t seen use in how many years? And with all the goblins about you don’t think that’s odd? It’s probably the entrance to some dark temple. We should leave it alone.”
However, even as he spoke this, he realized that actually his reasons spoke more for investigating the building further. He gave a deep sigh. “Nevermind. I’ll keep rearguard.”
The dwarf resumed his position at the back as the group entered.
As soon as Ludo asked Miklos for some light, the fighter fumbled around for his light stone and, holding it tight in his fist, let a single beam out between his fingers to illuminate the dark beyond the door.
Miklos passed a lightstone to a member of each rank of the party—Hasan and Ludo leading, probing silently in the dark; Maruc and Stephan striding forward in their heavy mail; and he and the dwarf in the rear, the strangest pair of them all, in his mind.
Maruc gingerly followed Ludo into the tunnel. He worried that they were nearing ancient holy ground to the mad jackals that had built this place. “Careful, Ludo,” he hissed. “The dead may walk in this place. Let me face them first.”
Hasan moved ahead, easily keeping pace with Ludo despite his misgivings. The elf wished he carried a spear. His bow was less useful in these close quarters, but a weapon with some range was nice. The elf drew his sword, instead.
Ludo with a murmur of “Thanks Miklos”, took the lightstone from Miklos. He advanced with sword in hand into the room shining the light before him, his senses alert for danger.
The room had the air of a crypt, but all the alcoves they could see appeared to be empty, with not even so much as a piece of debris littering the ground.