Russel carefully climbs into the hatch, and feels an old, frayed rope ladder on the wall. The descent is dangerous, terrifying, and long. After what Russel estimates to be five minutes of carefully navigating the maze of rotted ropes and false steps, he reaches the bottom. On the ground is a small lantern, engraved with archaic runes. He recognizes the relic, as he used to own one; it's a self-lighting lantern. Though most magical items have been broken due to few finding them and fewer still knowing how to keep them in good condition, the lanterns are simple and therefore sturdy. Placing one's hand on the bottom and speaking a command word, which is usually just "Light", will make a small spark, lighting the oil in the lantern. For more complex spells, one would need to know the word in Ferric, but the spell here is simple enough to work on intent rather than language.
Looking at it, it seems to be about half full, which should last for ~4 hours. However, the Gods only know when Russel will come across more oil, so after a quick test to ensure it still works, he blows out the light. Opening the door, a thin layer of dirty, almost black water floods in, and he can feel the air circulating, probably for the first time in centuries. This place seems oddly pure of the Fog; the hatch must have been sealed. Perhaps it hasn't reached all the way from Tyrrik to this part of the catacombs. Or perhaps the way has been sealed off; Russel would prefer not to think about that, since it means travelling all the way there through open land, exposed and ready to be eaten by any abomination that comes by.
Getting his first good look at the place, Russel notices the strange, amber-coloured stones embedded in the walls and ceiling (And possibly the floor, but it's covered by the muddy water). Each one seems to emit a dim, soft light, giving just enough to see by, but it's difficult. What you first took for an oddly shaped lump of stone in the corner begins to stand, revealing the figure of a large man, covered by thick and dirty cloaks. It speaks weakly and oddly.
"Be ye foe? Be ye friend? Or be ye Reaper?"
Skills
Spear Proficiency 1 - Novice
Injuries
Right arm, deep
Items
Rusted, rotted iron spear
Self-lighting lantern [4 hours]
Author
Topic: The Cursed (Read 1916 times)