The badly cracked floor holds as Lambert boldly walks down into the depression, keeping his distance from the bodies as he makes his way towards the dark orifice that sits at the center of the thing. The slope is gentle and his footing is good, and soon enough Banio follows suit, bringing his swinging lantern to bear.
The identically garbed corpses were once tall and slender, and each of them wears distinctive jewelry -- rings, bracelets, necklaces that hang from or have spilled off of cleanly-cut necks. A variety of metals and gems are represented -- silver and gold, blends of both, some kind of shining alloy that glints strangely in the light. The precious stones are opals, emeralds, rubies. A small fortune, to be sure.
Trusova, ever wary, circumnavigates the bowl-shaped inset and examines the dais with the other light taken from the boat. The wooden platform is dusty, crumbling and worm-ridden, full of dry-rot. It is overall unremarkable to the woman, save one detail -- low ridges on the top of the thing that were clearly meant to hold something in place. A box, a chest -- something once perched atop the dais, like a centerpiece.
As they near the center of the bowl and indeed the entire room, Wolke and Phelbt see dark, long-dried stains connecting each corpse and the beautifully decorated hole. It's an unnerving feeling to be so low in the room and so close to the edge of the opening, but it's not so large that either man could easily just slip through. Peering down into the blackness, holding his light high... Banio sees the cylindrical walls of a shaft that leads straight to the heart of the tower -- they are standing atop a very deep pit. His light exposes perhaps thirty or forty feet, but it
feels to him like the chasm descends much further.
The road warden is about to voice her finding as she turns towards her companions... and witnesses a frightful sight!
Seven elven apparitions now stand at the upper and outer edge of the circle Lambert and Banio walked into; seven ghostly lords and ladies, dresses in the robes worn by the corpses in the shallow pit. They wear elaborate, priest-like headgear and appear unbothered by the presence of humans in their chambers. Silently, they kneel as one, a motion that makes their translucent robes flow and shift like fog...
OOC:
Pluck roll please, Trusova, and basically one from Wolke and Banio as well if they look up and see the new arrivals, who seemed to manifest from the darkness. (Pluck roll is 2d6 + Pluck Score, this is a 'Fearsome' sight.)