Descending Deeper into the Spire
And so with Trusova leading the way, and Banio taking up the rear, the trio begin their descent. First through the lower chamber below the room with the hole in the center, and then onto the narrow, winding stairs that plunge down, down into the darkness.
Their footfalls echo in their ears, reflecting off the ancient stone walls... the light from the lanterns dances and shifts, making mockeries of the shadows each of them normally knows so well. And as they go, warily, it is into a dankness and dampness which they descend. There's a smell that grows stronger with each step, the stench of ages, and of rot and old bile. The gloom seems to press in around them, fluttering their lantern flames, and each of them become aware of the
cold as they delve deeper, undoubtedly past the water line outside. There is proof of this soon enough when trickling water makes itself known on the walls... dark fluid that drips and dribbles from every side.
Phelbt isn't sure if he hears the clicking sound again or not; his ears are playing tricks and there seems no shortage of sound that comes from his two companions. Their breath, the creak of leather, the scuff of boots.
Then, after what seems an interminable descent, Trusova finds herself at the bottom. There is an inch of water on the cold stone floor, and a smooth, featureless passage that ends in a door. But this tall and broad door is stone, covered in elven engravings that look to be arcane in nature, and long ago sealed at its edges with what looks perhaps like wax or tallow.
OOC:
You can all gather in the short hallway leading to the door. What's the plan for examining it, touching it, trying to open it, or none/all of the above?