Chapter 1: The Prophesy

Yeppers. That was what Licyra was referring to I believe. Just a map of what we know.

Baenroth walks down the cell block hallway, a feeling of claustrophobia and anxiety building as the sights and smells remind him of his imprisonment, still so fresh. He reminds himself that he is free now, and makes himself continue into the unknown.

He generates a small flame in his hand, ready to throw at anything that moves.

Following him to the door we have not gone through yet.

Lilcyra also follows. This Baen fellow seems like he knows what he's doing, and going off alone right now would be reckless.

"It may be trapped."

Baenroth nods and dismisses the flame in his hand, then summons a ghostly Mage Hand and uses it to try the door.

"I wassss misstaken." Darastrix will head through and look around.

"You were cautious. Not a bad trait to possess in a place like this." Baenroth follows Darastrix into the room and summons his flame again to serve as a light.

Darastrix moves ahead to let others in and will stop at each door to see if they wish to open them.

Baenroth enters the hallway and tries to suppress an urge to vomit, but fails. He retches up last night's prison gruel along the side of the hallway, hopefully out of the way. He was never a fighter, never a soldier, and the sight of so much carnage is more than he can immediately handle.

Corelief doesn't concentrate on the dead bodies. He has seen death, but this is bit more brutal.

Lets head to the stairs and leave these doors to later if must.