LAND OF MAG: GAME

A procession of chanting people begin to descend the stairs toward you. There are five … six of them. All wear robes similar to Urukh's but without the fancy sigils of a Mag-priest. They carry no torches. Their eye sockets are empty. They are chanting an invocation of vanished Mag.

The leader senses your presence and stops a couple steps above Urukh. "What do you do in this sacred place?" she demands. Her shrill voice echoes in the stairwell.

An odor wafts down the steps. It is very old and stale. Flesh so withered that it barely smells of decay. Yet it still does.

The chanting continues. "What do you do here?" the leader demands a second time.