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[001] The Undervaults
[color="Blue"]The company descends the narrow stair cautiously, abandoning what remains of the grey autumn light above and plunging themselves into cool, steamy darkness... The stair is steep and narrow. Its stones are pocked by ages of dripping water and loose and muddy with searching roots and tunneling vermin.
It takes a few minutes for eyes to adjust to the ocher glare of burning torches, but before the descent counts twenty steps it ends and the company enter into a broad, but claustrophobic chamber.
Cool vapours seep down the stair from the mire above to swirl about the floor, an additional tide of it pushed ahead of you and out into the dark like a blanket. Water too, drips incessantly down the stair and walls, and from the ceiling too, dispatching frequent echoes. Where the stone floor can been seen through the slowly curling mist, it is uneven and waterlogged.
The full dimensions of the chamber are not yet evident, but the central space is dominated by a great circular bowl of crumbling stone around a bulky column of disfigured stonework choked by pale roots and creepers. A far wall can scarcely be made out in the gloom beyond this work, perhaps 60ft away... [/color]
What now?
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]