The party gathered and split the gear of the fallen drow and entered the chamber beyond.
A green haze obscures this chamber, giving it a strangely aquatic look. The floor is tiles with slabs the color of bone, and the walls are crowded with what appears to be hundreds of vault doors, each bearing the crude likeness of a humanoid. Drifts of gray dust are mounded here and there, but they pile thickly in each corner. A chill radiates from the chamber, oddly penetrating and portending death.
Kirlic –
ReplyDeleteSuspiciously eyeballing piles of dust. Does that make me paranoid?
Move 1 – none, draw Elven blade.
Search – [12] +13 = 26
Talk to all – "I hope these aren't victims of this decay our item can protect one of us from."
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is the magic i detect coming from the room in general, or the dust piles?
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