Carla
*Nodding a little at the stair case Ariavata very carefully made his way over to the staircase on his clumsy feet, scraping along on walls or staying close to the ground as ensure he would not fall down*

*Walking down the stairs he seemed particularly unsteady, pinning himself upright with his four arms firmly braced against the walls*
Cathy
Well, there is only one way to go now. Off to the next room! Down the dark winding stair, which seemed to go on forever. What's this? A light? As they walked down the stairs, they'd find the familiar... Well, torches! Near the torches, they would find a massive door, which seemed to be crested in brass...

Once they entered, they'd be able to see the room in it's entirety. It was a beautiful room. Marble floors, a dias with a massivle chest sitting on top of it. They were looking out to a waterfall. Seems like they were sitting behind one at the current moment! 

Anyways, there would be a loud creak, Gran Grans coming out... Of a secret door. She was dragging along a zombie, her sleeves were ripped off... Revealing super ultra ripped gran grans. She also carried a mean looking sword, which... Seemed to be covered in blood.
Ramon
"Oh dear! Are you ok?"

*What. The. Fuck. Who knew that Grandma was a warrior? She seemed covered in blood though, did she need to be healed? Rushing to the old woman, she would place the arrow back in her quiver, and prepare to heal the lady.*

"Are you hurt?"
Ann
The scamp kept hopping down the steps' keeping a wary hand against the opposite wall, a smidge worried he may end up toppling down the spiraling steps'. For he personally despised stairs oft fearing the simple architectural design he had far too many tales upon his head of tripping upon the infernal structure, here even if he was throwing caution a bit aside he would remain weary of his old nemesis wishing to enjoy the rest of their expedition. In truth that in itself may very well be the purpose of their venture here such places were where his elder had enjoyed much of her lifetime or at least that was what he could understand from someone he barely knew, so far this trip had been taxing for him. Fithora tried to forget witnessing those two men drowning beneath something he intended only to quell their approach without stealing away their life, to forget how he felt whilst plummeting down through an endless chasm he begun to run about pressing a tune from his lips'. Attempting to shake these feelings which had shaken him to his very core it had stappled into his mind that things wouldn't be quite like that of tall tales, perhaps everyone within his homeland were right that serpent as well whom refused to take him upon a journey to find his brother he shouldn't be here he wasn't ready.

Once the door presented itself Fithora took little time to barrel through it anxious to be freed from the dreadful staircase, today would show him a little mercy after what he had been through it wouldn't result in yet another story of him falling down flights of stairs. Thank Gaia for small mercies what he saw fumbling down before his eyes' caught the boys attention, a splendid rapid pouring cool water his features' glowed witnessing something so simple. Within his homeland he enjoyed splashing within their ravines bathing their herd his feet scurried across, t

Hose whom had paid attention to him would notice he was panting a tad worn from running around every which way. Easing himself near the falls' to spread his arms allowing his body to bask within the stray flakes of water which touched his dulled nerves. This was pleasant a moment of respite to ease his mind and send those thoughts a-wash, it was once his eyes' peaked upon a familiar woman he would begin to wave both of his arms hopping up and down like a giddy pup eager to meet his loved one.

"O' Granny, tis thee most pleasant tiding to see thee scaling these caverns... Nary a moment I thought you t'would naught be upon this venture! We hath seen many a chamber hidden place... A-and places filled

With brave souls whom hath become rubble... A-and a room where thee walls shrunk! Naught a single trial made us tarry fore long we cast thee room asunder and untangled thee secrets below!" Babbling off their adventure as though he were telling a parent how proud he was, even if the adventure hadn't been quite as he recanted it. "Where hath you departed, o' you simple must babble thine tales toward mine ears... Surely you hath seen much and more, like thine blighted friend you doth carry in tow he tis a thrall of thee restless dead is he naught? T-that tis rather dreadful, o-oft thee followers of Gaia saw such creatures as a blight... I-I t'was uncertain they t'were a reality nor would I ever ever quite yearn to smell something far less fetching than thee smelly brown gunk pile we kept!" Fithora could easily out talk his silent companions he was the more outspoken of the trio, it displayed some of his opinions a curious detail for those whom may suspect it even if he was undead Fithora still carried some ideals he held before. Being amongst the unliving was still new for the boy and he was getting acustomed toward the reality that he too was a wretched creature.
Carla
*Ariavata remained silent on the journey down the stairs, keeping his focus on his mission to not fall down them. Reaching the door way he made a content sounding vibration as he reached the bottom of the stairs and heard the sound of the waterfall.*

*Seeing Gran come out of the door vicorious he rose a hand and nodded slightly in greeting*
Cathy
The woman would sigh to herself. Seems like they WERE in the same dungeon. They indeed were separated due to... Well, a strange phenomenon called traps! But it seemed, they were in the same spot now. This place was beautiful. She dropped thr zombie, giving a thumbs up to the group, sheathing her sword... Into... Her walking stick. Was that a cane sword? Coool! 

The woman wasn't injured. It was simply from chopping up zombies as they went along. She dropped the creature on the ground, it beind double dead at this point. 

"Ah yes, you made it. I had plenty of fun on my side. Poor me, I was separated by a strange trap. Ripped my sleeves clean off. I'm completely fine by the way."

She said, reaching her arms around as she spun... Well, happily. It was the end she suppises

"Well, according to the scriptures I found on my way here, this was the end. A marbled room where the throne of value sits. I suspect that's our rewards"

She said, pointing at the... Chest! Pretty chest. Big, wooden, shiny steel brackets. Noice
Ramon
"Alright. So, do we just open it? Or is there something else here?"

*She's still not sure if this is a trap or not. For all they know, a giant stone could fall on them as they opened the chest, or poison arrows could be fired at them. She's not opening that.*

"Aria, maybe you can open it? Since, you know, you're the least likely to get hurt here."
Ann
A boon for their trials lay before their collective eyes' it practically begged those whom could not help resist its' seductive allure, to pry its' wooden jaw open and reveal what had been hidden for perhaps centuries by whomever had constructed this particular dungeon. Someone whom was reckless holding the fires of his boundless energy could barely hold his breath for nary a second longer, for the wonder of far fetched tales tempted the boy to peer into its' lid he could barely hold his breath any longer an observant eye could literally see his knee jackhammering up and down. The foolish youth would practically give in beginning to wander carelessly over toward their 'reward' till he neared it reaching a timid hand to poke it then immediately scuffling aback from the box afraid it too would send him falling down some pit. Grannys words of a scripture did real the budding poets head toward her his eye's glistening with a hunger to witness the unkown to find something truly fantastical. 

"O' a parchment doth prattle about thee halls... What doth this legend tell t'was this once a lords treasure or mayhaps a trove hidden from someone whomst held thee tongue which could cause a flower to wilt? Could you imagine what they t'would bother storing away within, mayhaps it tis far worse than a horde of restless dead, and far more something one t'would have reason to keep from grubby fingers?" His energy poured from his mouth he was excited even eager to pry it open and reveal the truth for himself, waiting this long was literally killing their personal little lamp. Though he had touched it Fithora had yet to see if that actually tripped anything by simply being a bit too close to it, that was yet to be seen.
Carla
*Waiting for a moment to see if Fithora set Ariavata would casually walk over to the back of the chest and place his hands over it to the latch to open it. Looking up he buzzed out*

 "Here go, get space"

*He lifted the chest lid, ducking behind the lid as he did so*

*If there is a lock he would attempt to break it with one of his spears of strength*