Kharille wrote:
Kuublu smiled.
"As always, I have to lead..."
If Kuublu wasn't already holding a lantern, he will grab one and venture into the dark room....
A short corridor brings you to a steep newel staircase that winds up inexorably without door or window. The air is stifling, and your footfalls echo in an eerie quiet. You clamber up and up. Long after you should have reached the surface, you are still climbing the shadowy twisting newel.
At some point the walls and floor had become wood rather than stone...
Your legs ache with the climb, and your breaths come in tortured gasps. Reaching the last of your strength, you push through a wall of darkness that seems as thick as swamp mud. Suddenly you are in a clear circular room carved solely from wood.
Moonlight streams in through tall narrow windows. You feel disorientated; you cannot be sure how long it was since you walked through the ossuary and drew open the black door....
Ringing the room are twelve alcoves etched with symbols of the moon in its various phases. A pattern of lines and symbols covers the floor. Wooden carvings represent men and beasts, cities and forests, occupy seemingly random positions across the pattern.