Ludo followed the party into the library, seeing the webs strung across the room he said “Hasan, does your keen eyesight see anything untoward”? He reached across and savagely broke off a piece of the bannister that was brittle with age. Ludo returned to the room where the body of Vlaak lay on the floor, he quickly and crudely made a torch from the worn curtains, lit the torch and returned to where Maruc was standing at the top of the wide staircase. “Where there are webs, there are usually spiders or other creepy crawlies, a bit of flame should help keep them at bay I suspect.”
Stephan spied the dusty tomes lining the walls. He could never imagine reading so much. “Least there’s no cubes here. Nice and unswept. Like a proper ruin.”
He scanned the ceiling. Gossamer webs drifted lightly in the air now disturbed by their entry and the upwelling heat of Ludo’s torch.
“I don’t see any jackal-headed statues here either….” he grinned sheepishly; grateful that the others probably could not see his flushed face.
Stephan hefted his shield and tested the heft of his sword. Making sure his footing was solid, he carefully took a couple steps down. It was a thrill, in a way, to be the first to step into this arcane place. Racks of mouldering, dusty scrolls and books lined the walls of the room, all of the coated with thick strands of web.
Feldard descended the steps after the group. He was still sour that his efforts with Vlaak had been for naught, and after all that he wasn’t even the one who got to finish off the foul thing. He’d thought Hasan had some magic in mind with his “great dog ghosts”. But whatever that had been, was cut short by their newest member. Feldard was beginning wonder about him.
Hasan paused to search through the bookshelves. The elf’s examination of the brittle covers, faded parchment, and unfamiliar languages left him with little more than a loud sneeze for his troubles.
Ludo having completed his makeshift torch, proceeded down the steps into the library. Holding the torch aloft, he moved over to the bookshelves. Carefully pulling a book out at random he opened a page and studied the manuscript trying to decipher the words on the page. “Hasan, Maruc, have you ever come across a language like this before? It’s like something I have never seen.”
From what the rogue could tell, the books were filled with records of innumerable births, marriages and deaths, but of what nationality or race, he had no clue.
Not being too much for books and seeing the dwarf going to check out the door on the right, Stephan made his way to the door on the left. He kept a wary eye on the webs draping from the ceiling.
Meanwhile, the elf and dwarf approached the southern door, when to their right they heard the sound of quick skittering movement. From a dark corner of the library, a giant black widow emerged from behind the webbing.