(aka, create your own adventure)
The heavy oaken doors shudder as you pry them open, the gaping maw of the unknown darkness is all that greets your eyes. Hefting your torch, you creep down the steps, sliding your free hand against the moist wall in a meager attempt to brace yourself in case of a sudden misstep. In time, you manage to stumble slowly down to a rough hewn landing, seemingly forgotten by the world around it.
Sniffing the air, a faint smell of sulfur seems to emanate from somewhere up ahead. Interestingly enough, you also catch some sort of a dull thudding sound that seems to reverberate throughout the cavern. Slime seems to ooze from the occasional crevice in the ceiling, a horrific grey/green colour that offers up a corpse like smell when you get close enough to check it out.
Advancing slowly, you soon pass through into a smaller tunnel that leads into a roughly 20x20 circular room; you begin to make out some odd runes on the carved out walls around you, and beneath each rune a small alcove appears out of thin air as you shine your light upon the runes. Pedestals, numbering four in total, now take up a positions in four corners of the room . Upon each pedestal sits a simple wooden bowl, empty and waiting.
Raising your eyes upward, you notice that the cavern roof is beautifully adorned with tiny gems that reflect the stout flame from your torch. It almost looks as if you were peering up at the night sky… even some constellations seem to match some of the gemstone placements on the ceiling. Truly, someone put a lot of effort into this room.
Yellow streaks glimmer on the surface of the cavern walls, adding a surreal golden glint to the room. Taking a moment to ponder upon the question in front of you, you also notice that there are two concentric circles in the floor, dissected by two lines that cross in the dead center of the room (the circles and the lines are cut about 1” into the floor, forming a trough). Each tile of stone also appears to have some sort of glyph etched into it, a single character in a foreign tongue.
Some sort of liquid seems to be slowly trickling into the etchings on the floor. Time is ticking away…what do you do?
The heavy oaken doors shudder as you pry them open, the gaping maw of the unknown darkness is all that greets your eyes. Hefting your torch, you creep down the steps, sliding your free hand against the moist wall in a meager attempt to brace yourself in case of a sudden misstep. In time, you manage to stumble slowly down to a rough hewn landing, seemingly forgotten by the world around it.
Sniffing the air, a faint smell of sulfur seems to emanate from somewhere up ahead. Interestingly enough, you also catch some sort of a dull thudding sound that seems to reverberate throughout the cavern. Slime seems to ooze from the occasional crevice in the ceiling, a horrific grey/green colour that offers up a corpse like smell when you get close enough to check it out.
Advancing slowly, you soon pass through into a smaller tunnel that leads into a roughly 20x20 circular room; you begin to make out some odd runes on the carved out walls around you, and beneath each rune a small alcove appears out of thin air as you shine your light upon the runes. Pedestals, numbering four in total, now take up a positions in four corners of the room . Upon each pedestal sits a simple wooden bowl, empty and waiting.
Raising your eyes upward, you notice that the cavern roof is beautifully adorned with tiny gems that reflect the stout flame from your torch. It almost looks as if you were peering up at the night sky… even some constellations seem to match some of the gemstone placements on the ceiling. Truly, someone put a lot of effort into this room.
Yellow streaks glimmer on the surface of the cavern walls, adding a surreal golden glint to the room. Taking a moment to ponder upon the question in front of you, you also notice that there are two concentric circles in the floor, dissected by two lines that cross in the dead center of the room (the circles and the lines are cut about 1” into the floor, forming a trough). Each tile of stone also appears to have some sort of glyph etched into it, a single character in a foreign tongue.
Some sort of liquid seems to be slowly trickling into the etchings on the floor. Time is ticking away…what do you do?
