Nov 25, 2024 2:10 am
The party proceeds into the dark corridor. During the course of the last eight hours, the various torches that the robbers had lit have all guttered and burned out, leaving the whole Abbey in darkness. As everyone has darkvision in their current forms, you proceed without additional light, viewing the corridor beyond the collapsed and disintegrated wall in shades of grey. Each of you can clearly see that the corridor extends for several yards straight ahead and then stops. As you set foot in the corridor, you have a number of additional impressions almost instantaneously:
The first impression is of vast, almost oppressive age.
The second impression is that the corridor is completely square, ten feet on a side, exactly as wide as it is tall, with precise, sharp corners that appear to be exactly 90 degrees. The stone has not been marked by any tool, nor is it composed of carved sections or bricks: it is all one piece, a grey, featureless stone that resists even Morik's evaluation.
The third impression is that there is nothing living here: there is no dust of any kind, no cobwebs, no droppings, no detritus of anything. The floor, walls, and ceiling are spotless, and each of you is conscious of how you are obviously the first living things to enter this space in ages.
The fourth impression is moments later, when the party reaches the end of the corridor: shallow steps spiral down into a shaft descending below this level. How far does it go? The only way to know is to proceed.
The first impression is of vast, almost oppressive age.
The second impression is that the corridor is completely square, ten feet on a side, exactly as wide as it is tall, with precise, sharp corners that appear to be exactly 90 degrees. The stone has not been marked by any tool, nor is it composed of carved sections or bricks: it is all one piece, a grey, featureless stone that resists even Morik's evaluation.
The third impression is that there is nothing living here: there is no dust of any kind, no cobwebs, no droppings, no detritus of anything. The floor, walls, and ceiling are spotless, and each of you is conscious of how you are obviously the first living things to enter this space in ages.
The fourth impression is moments later, when the party reaches the end of the corridor: shallow steps spiral down into a shaft descending below this level. How far does it go? The only way to know is to proceed.