07-31-2015, 06:56 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-31-2015, 06:57 AM by DM Surranó.)
"Let's move on," Maul indicates and follows Lugar, urging Giant forward as well. Having a cursory glance at Giant he answers. "You look weary pal. These creatures may have been ghosts based on how your face distorted. I can only hope that they were mere spectres or other incorporeal evil spirits. Not sure my standing in Pelor's eyes is sufficient to help here but we have to give it a try. Not now, though. Move on to another place as we need relative calm as the spell takes some time to cast."
Lugar proceeds carefully and finds nothing out of place.
The end of the corridor looks like one wing of a double wooden gate, like that of a manor, quite aged. The lock and the knob look like pieces of cast iron that may have been mighty once but now corroded almost to nothingness. Based on the size the road leading to the gate must have been at least twice as wide in the past.
Lugar proceeds carefully and finds nothing out of place.
The end of the corridor looks like one wing of a double wooden gate, like that of a manor, quite aged. The lock and the knob look like pieces of cast iron that may have been mighty once but now corroded almost to nothingness. Based on the size the road leading to the gate must have been at least twice as wide in the past.
