<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/959/028/large/jore-escalera-dungeonmastersub01.jpg?1437008046)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 28pt;">DM</span><br/><hr/><br/>"Enough! Let's just... let's just get this over with!" Ezikariel said in a frazzled, commanding tone at the conversation and bickering going about. The woman was clearly dreading something coming up ahead. She settled in at the back of the line with Isabella, the bound priestess, and Kayla in front, with Orlith leading the way and her goblin lover trailing just behind. Isabella kept the burning torch in hand, even with the light that the Ifritian was emitting, more so for her own protection, given she didn't have a weapon at hand, than anything else.<br/><br/>The staircase down was a tight fit, almost uncomfortable for Orlith to push through at certain points. As the party descended, the air became mustier, heavier, and a heavy stench forced their noses to curl from it's putrescence. They began to notice the light snapping sound of hundreds of twigs, dried leaves, and other brush beneath foot the farther they went, making it nearly impossible to move quietly.<br/><br/>In a moment, it was clear where at least some of that smell was coming from. The light coming off of Orlith's form revealed a carcass just as the staircase leveled out into what might have been some form of foyer. Though Orlith at the front couldn't see very far into the room, the outer walls had a clear oval-like shape to them as they curled around to the right and left, assumingly to meet again at the other end. But at that distance, all she or anyone with sight more accustomed to darkness could make out were indistinct grey shapes.<br/><br/>Upon stepping closer, it was easy to see that the body was well into a decomposing state*, it's clothes torn and tattered and lying face down on the bottom steps. A moment later and the utter silence, save for the occasional echo of a falling drop of groundwater, was suddenly broken by a rapid sound of movement. Like skittering across the floor fifteen, twenty paces. And just as quickly, the sound stopped.**<br/><br/>"What's going on up there?" Isabella whispered ahead in the direction of Kayla, Selena, and Orlith, wishing she had a free hand to hold her nose with.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">*Medicine Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">One character is free to make a medicine check on the body to determine things such as race, gender, time since death, cause of death, etc. Another character can aid the first character to give them advantage.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">**Perception Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">A round of perception checks for anyone who's in the mood for it.</div></div>