Immersive Ink

Urist and the other retreat to the otherside of the Barrier. Waiting and watching for signs of more Orcs....

Some time passes....

mgt's roll comes to 3 [3 on 1d6]

But no Orc's are seen.

Rhegaer quickly checks the bodies of the dead orcs for anything of value or interest.

Rhegaer hops over the barrier and rummages through the bodies.

mgt's roll comes to 33 [5 4 1 6 6 2 3 4 2 on 9d6]

33 Silver Coins are found amongst the bodies. An odd assortment of low quality daggers, swords and spears.

Any other actions from the others?

"I still have some tricks up my sleeve should we wish to explore further!" Alrik says.

| Alrik is fine moving on. |

Faeraidel sets an arrow to her bow.

"Forward. Carefully," she whispers.

"As a unit. Follow me!" instructs Urist. He will carefully lead the way toward the orc voices.

Rhegaer takes his spot in the front line.

Phadian

Nods his agreement, follows with weapon at the ready at his spot in the order.

The group forms up and moves down the corridor, cautiously, listening and ready for more orcish nonsense. They approach the first opening on the left, it is indeed a door ruined by time and slightly ajar they can see a large room beyond it. It must have been a Wine Cellar in days past. Broken casks and everywhere, the debris obscures a lot of the floor and the stench is very strong.

What now? Into the room or continue up the North-South Corridor?

Phadian

Whispers "I don't like leaving an unexplored room behind us, lets check that room on the left."