Chapter 1: Into the Mists

Its the same, as far as you know.

Ryn: There are no traps that you can see apart from the pit of spikes.

As the party approches the stairs, the chanting gets louder. You all see, as light illuminates the two sets of stairs, the stairway to the west double back on itself as the southward stairs open into a dark passageway.

After several sets of stairs, the passage opens to a large room with many alcove, each carrying a pedestal and a strange item. There are two passages going westward, the northernmost leading into a dark area and the southernmost another sloping down into murky water. This one is blocked by a large rusty portcullis. The chanting has become clearer, sounding like dozens of people yelling in unison He is the Ancient. He is the Land. This chanting is echoing from behind the portcullis.

There are many pedestals, each carrying a strange item. They seem to possess the following.
• A small, mummified, yellow hand with sharp claws on a loop of rope
• A knife carved from bone
• A dagger with a rat’s skull set into the pommel
• An 8-inch-diameter varnished orb.
• An aspergillum carved from bone
• A folded cloak made from stitched pale skin
• A desiccated frog lashed to a stick
• A bag full of foul substance
• A black severed finger
• A 6-inch-tall wooden figurine of a mummy, its arms
crossed over its chest
• An iron pendant adorned with a devil’s face
• The shrunken, shriveled head
• A small wooden coffer.

You do not see any traps or any method of raising the portcullis beyond brute force.