1: Monastery of the Iron God

Czespecem moves along with Edgar and examines the stonework around the door. Surely if there are traps in the frame, his dwarf knowledge should reveal them ... (plus he is a thief as well as a fighter) ...

The jar opening is large enough for an entire person to slide down, so the head will absolutely fit down the chute. If he means to put it between the jar and the floor, it will be a tight squeeze, but still possible.
As Czespecem takes his time examining the door and the stonework, he slowly but carefully pokes, prods, shifts, slides, taps, and perhaps even tastes everything in the localized area. At the end of his examination, he is not entirely confident about his findings, but the dwarf did not find any traps or secrets. The door does not seem to be locked.

Derrick looks at the jar briefly before dropping the head into the top of the jar.

Czespecem opens the door.

Derrick watches as the head rolls down the jar until darkness swallows it (which does not take long in this dark place), and hears a thud as it lands in another chamber. By the sound of it, the room it landed in is only a little lower than this current one, and likely not even an entirely new floor.

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As Czespecem opens the door, he can see that the hall continues another 15 feet before turning slightly right again. He can also see the opening of a junction at the corner. It should be noted that as the door opened, nothing fell, exploded, rang, or otherwise caused ill-effects.

Lith watches as Derrick throws the head down the jar. Seeing no sign of a beast brutally attacking the remains, the elf turns to his fellow adventurer.
"Wanna go ahead and see what's down there?"

"Since we don't know what is down there, shall I accompany whoever goes down? I might not be the quietist, but should there be trouble it would be vital that they have assistance."

He looks at the others and then at his torch and rethinks his statement.

"On second thought, maybe I shouldn't go. As I require light I would only reveal our location to whatever is out there. I still think that we should move in pairs, at the very least."

"There are seven of us," says Czespecem. "Perhaps those with weak eyes should stick with me, in case your light goes out I can see a way out of trouble." He laughs. "Depending what the trouble is, you can follow the sound of me shrieking in fright."

Both Rogar and Brogan look at each other, then proceed to count out the two demihumans with the five humans. Splitting up in the way Czespecem was suggesting would be difficult and dangerous.

"Ah, good point, Rogar," Czespecem admits. "Maybe it would be better then to keep all of us together in a group. Proceed patiently through, no dangerous shortcuts."

Lith shrugs his shoulders.
"I doubt it's going to be a full floor. How about I rope down there and if anything wrong happens, you pull me up?"

He tugs the rope attached to his backpack.

Benetolio had been looking down the newly opened corridor, but then overhears discussion about descending through the large jar to see what lies below.

"Maybe just a quick peek," he says to Lith.

The young wizard lends his support to any plan that does not involve separating the party.

If all others agree, Lith takes down his backpack to lower his encumbrance a bit and then proceeds to tie a knot around his chest. If anybody else has more rope to spare, he inquires whether they can tie them together to make it longer in case it would be needed.

He would then carefully try to climb down the path from the jar, trying to move as silently as possible.

"Sorry I have no rope, mainly stuff for dealing with Undead. But happy to help with holding the rope if required." Derrick says looking for something to do.

"I have fifty feet of rope," Czespecem says. "I think somebody said the bottom of the chute was visible from here? It can't be that far down. The torchlight wouldn't reach." He shrugs. "Here, tie on my length if you'd like. I don't think you'll need it. Probably just slow you down ..."

As Lith the Elf begins descending down the now 100ft of rope, it doesn't take long before he finds himself standing on the ground again. The floor is only several feet below the room in which he previously stood, and it is likely that the previous room was some sort of entryway halfway down to the level proper. This much is visible to those standing by the statue, helping lower Lith into the next room.

" 'tis a relatively small room," Lith whispers upwards, "used for some sort of rituals, maybe? I see cauldrons, shelves and wicker trays. A huge stone slab too. There's a staircase leading further down and a doorway going to who knows where."

The adventurer pulls out his shortsword, for at least some assurance in this dark tomb.

"I would say it is not a good idea to continue further just by myself... by the gods, you could carry people on those trays..."